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Jisung likes this bar.

He has a weird thing about ambiance, and this place checks all the boxes. Soft lofi playing in the background from a JBL speaker by the bar, not grating on his senses like he expected it to be. Not that many people around, just some scattered couples and friend groups here and there. Good booze. Yongbok told him to try out the house special, a beer called Sapphic Delight, from the bar owner’s brewery. Spectacular beer, if Jisung says so himself.

Yongbok told him the owner was one of the bartenders, a handsome butch with a buzzcut and a nose bridge piercing. She’s very friendly and was delighted when Jisung asked for the beer. Jisung smiled when she slid it to him with a huge grin on her face. Sapphic delight, he can see that. 

He loves how kind people are here, too. Everyone whose eyes he accidently met while following Yongbok and Chan to their table gave him a warm smile and Jisung’s anxiety fizzled out like it was never choking him in the first place.

The decor is fairly simple, what really caught his eye when he walked in were the several queer related stickers stuck to the walls. The one that made him smile was a cat in glasses lying on a patch of sunlight in the colours of the bi flag and reading a book called I’m Getting Bi.

He wasn’t expecting a gay bar to be this… chill. Honestly, he didn’t know what he was expecting but he wasn’t expecting this to be a place he’d consider coming back to. It’s honestly like a regular bar, but the lack of straight men watching football is jarring. Jisung has gotten used to bars being packed with sweaty men, so being in a place with no toxic masculinity feels both strange and nice in equal measures. 10 points for Carabiner.

Jisung is playing with the peeling label of his beer an hour into settling in his chair during a lull in his conversation with his friends when a shadow falls over him. He looks up and squints at a man staring down at him.

“Hi?” Jisung says. He side-eyes Yongbok, who gives him a smirk before turning back to whisper something in Chan’s ear. Chan looks at Jisung and gives him a thumbs up. Jisung frowns but looks back at the man. 

He’s standing in front of Jisung without saying anything, just staring. Weirdo. Jisung doesn’t feel bothered, though. He doesn’t know why.

“I’ve searched far and wide for a guy like you,” the guy says. Jisung’s eyes widen and he fights really hard to not choke on his spit. 

“What?”

“This might sound deranged, but,” the guy runs a hand through his hair. “You’re literally the perfect bottom for me. I mean, if you’re a bottom, that is.”

Who the fuck says something like this to a stranger? Jisung can’t believe what he just heard. And, like, the guy assuming Jisung’s gay isn’t really what shocks him — Jisung doesn’t really care if people think he’s gay, that’s happened more often than not — but being propositioned like this when it happens? That’s a new one.

“Um,” Jisung says. He gives the man a once over. He’s really… pretty. Feline eyes, pouty lips and smooth skin. He’s exactly Jisung’s type, which he didn’t even think he had before. And, for the first time in his life, Jisung considers. “I’m straight, but…”

The guy raises an eyebrow. “But?”

Honestly? Jisung has actually been considering experimenting with his asshole for about a month now. What better way to do it than letting a man blast his ass? Even if said man is strange as fuck. Jisung actually likes when a man is a bit deranged, it seems. He’s always been kind of a freak, to be honest.

“I’d actually…” Jisung hesitates, biting his lip. “Let you, um, fuck me?” He’s compelled to add “no homo” but he knows that’d be bullshit, he knows that’d be false bravado and, as much as he used to be full of shit in the past, he’s honest at his core and he would be lying if he said he didn’t want this absolutely gorgeous guy to fuck him full homo. He’s not gonna put up a front about it. 

He’s not sure why he isn’t freaking out that much about this, but he doesn’t really question it.

Jisung hears a gasp coming from his side and turns to see Yongbok staring at him with a surprised expression on his face. What? Jisung mouths, but Yongbok just shakes his head and gives him a proud thumbs up. Jisung rolls his eyes but turns back to the man, who’s now leaning against the table with a pleased upturn to his lips.

“You would?”

Jisung wants to scream. “Yeah…”

“Would you let me fuck you right now?”

Jisung’s heart blips. His pants feel a little tighter than before. Apparently, he likes his men straightforward. Huh. Who would’ve thought?

He looks at Yongbok and Chan, but they seem to be in their own little bubble, as they often are. Jisung kicks Yongbok under the table. “You okay if I leave?” he asks when Yongbok turns to him.

Yongbok smirks. “Just use protection, yeah?” 

Jisung kicks him again, making Yongbok snicker.

“Text us if you need anything, okay?” Chan says, eyes and tone kind and earnest like usual. Jisung is always grateful for Chan, and the fact that both he and Yongbok don’t seem at all worried settles Jisung’s anxiety enough that he doesn’t second guess taking this guy up on his offer.

Jisung smiles and nods before pushing himself off the table. He stumbles when he gets to his feet and almost yells when he feels an arm wrap around his waist, steadying him. He looks at the guy and sees him smiling at him.

“What’s your name?” the guy asks, letting go of Jisung.

Jisung smooths his hands over his hoodie. “Um, Jisung.”

The guy offers his hand to Jisung. “Minho.”

Jisung stares at his hand and hears Minho laugh, his gaze lifting so he can meet his eyes. “It’s not gonna bite you,” Minho says, eyes turning into crescents. He smirks. “But I might.”

He’s so corny. Jisung fights back a giggle.

Jisung takes Minho’s hand and bites his bottom lip when Minho squeezes his own instead of actually shaking it. Odd handshake, but it seems so weirdly… fitting for him. Jisung lets go of his hand and looks at him, takes him in. 

Minho is roughly the same height as Jisung, but the few centimetres he has on him makes something tighten in Jisung’s gut. Weird, but honestly? Everything about this situation is weird, but not unpleasant. 

Jisung is actually enjoying being wanted by someone as pretty as Minho, the fact that he’s a man doesn’t bother him, really. 

And should it? Like, honestly? Jisung has never really been that attached to the label straight, he just thought he was because he’s never been interested in a man before, but he was always open to the possibility. And, apparently, Minho answered his call. Maybe this is fate, but Jisung has an inkling that fate might be called Lee Yongbok.

“Shall we?” Minho says, offering his hand to Jisung.

Jisung looks back at his friends. “I’ll be going, okay?” he says, but they don’t look at him, already lost in each other again. Jisung rolls his eyes, he’ll just send them a text later.

Jisung smiles at Minho and takes his hand, his own fingertips tingling as Minho leads them outside.

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“Were you drinking?” Jisung asks when Minho opens the passenger door for him.

Minho looks at him. “Nah, I was actually on a mission.”

Jisung raises an eyebrow. “A mission?”

“Get in and I’ll tell you about it,” Minho smiles. “It’s a thirty minute drive to my place.”

“Are you luring me in with false promises so you can kill me and dispose of my body?” Jisung asks, tone lilting teasingly.

Minho laughs. “Get in, Jisung.”

Jisung slides into the passenger seat, readjusting himself and putting on his seatbelt as Minho closes the door. He watches Minho make his way to the driver’s side through the windshield as he drums his thighs, chewing on his bottom lip. 

Jisung has never been picked up by anyone before. He doesn’t know how to behave. Should he be himself? Is there any etiquette to a hookup like this? Jisung’s only experience with hookups are random nameless ones he used to have with girls he met at parties back in uni. He graduated two years ago and never got back to doing that, not only because he didn’t want to, but also because it’s hard to meet new people when you’re cooped up in a studio for the better part of your weeks.

Jisung jumps when Minho settles next to him. 

Minho laughs. “Nervous?” he asks, looking at Jisung as he snaps the door shut and puts on his seatbelt.

“I’ve never… done this before,” Jisung says.

“With men or in general?”

“I haven’t had a hookup in a few years,” Jisung says. “And honestly? I’m basically a virgin. I, um… I’ve never fucked a girl before, just got some handjobs and blowjobs and, uh, ate them out and fingered them, you know? I’m pretty inexperienced.”

He doesn’t know why he’s divulging this information to a total stranger, but he’s heard it’s easier to be vulnerable with people you just met, there’s less commitment like this. He can see that.

“I see,” Minho says, starting the car. “I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself, then. Considering I’m your first and all.”

Jisung raises an eyebrow. “You sound sure of yourself.”

“What about what I just said gave you that impression?” Minho asks as he manoeuvres out of his parking spot.

“It’s not what you said,” Jisung says. “It’s your tone.”

Minho laughs. “What tone, baby?”

Baby. Jisung wants to fling the door open and throw himself into moving traffic. 

He groans, burying his face in his hands. “Fuck off.”

Minho’s laugh gets louder. “Can’t take the heat?”

Jisung scoffs. “What heat? Just drive.”

Minho snickers and Jisung takes his hands off his face so he can glare at him, but Minho is already focused on the road so Jisung resorts to punching him in the shoulder.

Minho laughs, looking at him with amusement dancing in his eyes. “What was that for?”

“Eyes on the road,” Jisung says.

Minho narrows his eyes at him. “You punched me?”

“Eyes on the road, Minho,” Jisung repeats.

Minho snickers but looks ahead.

Jisung can’t help but stare at him. Minho drives with one hand while his other one rests on his thigh. Jisung doesn’t know why that’s so attractive but he can’t help but squeeze his thighs together as he follows the line of Minho’s veins as he grips the steering wheel. Jisung could tell men were attractive before, he’s never been in denial about aesthetic attraction, but he’s always thought his appreciation for men stopped there. He didn’t think he could feel attraction this visceral for anyone before, he’s never even felt like this with women. 

Maybe Minho is just that handsome, maybe Jisung was predestined to fall for his charms. Minho doesn’t even try, he’s just effortlessly attractive and charming, even when he’s being a bit strange. And that should piss Jisung off, should make him feel threatened in his own masculinity, but he doesn’t feel anything but pure, unadulterated want when he stares at Minho.

“I can feel your eyes on me, you know?” Minho says, tone lilting, almost sing-song.

“What was your mission?” Jisung asks, instead of entertaining Minho.

“Oh, that?” Minho says. “I’ve been searching for the perfect bottom for around a month now.”

“The perfect bottom,” Jisung deadpans. “And I fit the criteria?”

“You’re literally my ideal type,” Minho says. “Wet cow eyes, perfect little mouth, round cheeks, cute nose. You seem small because of your waist, but you’re not that smaller than me. I can tell you’re built, even under your hoodie. I bet you have great tits, too.”

Jisung barks out a laugh. “Wet cow eyes?”  

“What?” Minho side-eyes Jisung. “Have you seen your eyes? They literally gleam, I bet you look so pretty while crying.”

Jisung gapes at him. Minho laughs. He’s fucking crazy, isn’t he?

Jisung clears his throat. “Did Felix tell you about me?”

Minho scratches the side of his neck. “I might’ve asked if he knew someone.”

“And he ratted me out?”

“He said he knew a friend I might like,” Minho says. “He didn’t tell me your name, but he did tell me you were straight, but that it wasn’t a problem because you can’t resist a pretty face.”

“And you thought you were pretty enough to just flat out say I’m the bottom of your dreams?” Jisung asks with a disbelieving laugh. “What if I had started a fight?”

Minho stops at a red light and turns to Jisung. He smirks. “You’re here, aren’t you?” 

“You have terrible manners,” Jisung says, but he’s smiling.

Minho laughs, looking back at the road. Jisung rests his cheek against the window and looks out. He feels a hand on his thigh and jumps, letting out a shriek as he glares at Minho.

Minho barks out a laugh, side-eyeing him and squeezing his thigh. “You’re so reactive,” Minho notes, sliding his fingers into the rip of Jisung’s jeans. It feels like a hummingbird is trying to set itself free in Jisung’s rib cage. There are fire ants in his bloodstream. He feels like he’s going to die.

Jisung’s mouth is as dry as sunbathed sand and he feels like there’s not enough oxygen inside the car. He rolls down the window and lets out a shuddery breath when the cold night air hits his overheated skin. He might not survive tonight, if Minho is gonna tease him relentlessly like he’s already doing. He hears Minho chuckle but doesn’t turn to look at him, he’s scared he might die and go to hell if he sees Minho’s teasing expression.

“How old are you?” Minho asks after a beat.

“Mm?” Jisung looks at him, but Minho’s eyes are focused on the road.

Minho chuckles. “You heard me.”

“Twenty four,” Jisung offers.

“Mm,” Minho nods. “You can call me hyung, okay? I’m twenty six.”

Jisung hums. “Okay, hyung.”

Minho looks at him and smiles before looking ahead again.

The rest of the drive is quiet, Jisung with his arm out the window and waving his hand to the wind until he gets tired and closes it, resting his forehead against it and letting the movement of the car lull him to sleep.

“-sung,” Jisung hears faintly, feels a hand squeezing his thigh gently. He flutters his eyes open and looks at Minho. Minho is smiling softly at him.

“Mm?” Jisung croaks, grimacing when he feels a patch of drool on the side of his mouth. He wipes it with his sleeve and frowns when Minho laughs.

“You’re so cute,” Minho coos.

“Shut up,” Jisung grumbles, sitting up properly. “We here?” he asks, looking around. They’re inside a dimly lit garage.

“Yeah,” Minho says, unbuckling Jisung’s seat belt before doing the same to his own. Jisung pulls it off the rest of the way and stretches his arms over his head, splaying his hands over the roof of the car. He yawns and opens the door, stepping out and looking over the roof as Minho steps out. He closes the door and lets out a breath, anxiety already building at the base of his solar plexus.

Jisung startles when he feels a hand on his hip. He turns to see Minho close to him, staring at him with something Jisung can’t decipher in his eyes. When he goes to open his mouth, Minho presses him against the side of the car, punching a squeak out of him. His eyes are wide as he stares at Minho. 

Minho cups Jisung’s jaw and stares right into his eyes as he asks, “Can I kiss you?”

Jisung can feel his heart beat in his throat, jackrabbit quick and almost making him lightheaded. Minho slides a hand to Jisung’s neck. “Your heart’s beating like crazy, baby.”

Jisung bites back a whine. 

Minho presses his fingertips to Jisung’s neck. “Can you breathe for me, darling?” he inches closer to him, his chest bumping into Jisung’s. Jisung can feel Minho’s steady heartbeat faintly against his own crazed one.

“Yes or no, Jisung-ah?”

Jisung feels a little delirious, the back of his head hitting against the car. “Mm?”

“Can you breathe for hyung, sweetheart?”

Jisung takes a deep breath. Minho presses his nose against his cheek and nods as Jisung lets it out. “One more time,” he says, rubbing his thumb over Jisung’s Adam’s apple. Jisung swallows and inhales again.

“That’s it,” Minho whispers, raking his teeth over Jisung’s skin and making Jisung’s knees buckle. Minho is quick to steady him with an arm around his waist. Jisung lets out a shaky breath and swallows, biting his bottom lip.

“You okay?” Minho pulls back to ask.

Jisung nods, fisting Minho’s sleeves and staring at him with wide eyes.

“Fuck,” Minho breathes out. “I really need to kiss you.”

Jisung slides his hands up and cups Minho’s cheeks, pulling him in and pressing his lips to his. Minho’s arm tightens around him, his fingers digging into Jisung’s jaw as he swipes his tongue over the seam of Jisung’s lips. Jisung drops his mouth open obediently and whines when he feels Minho lick into his mouth with a groan, nails biting into Jisung’s skin. 

Jisung has never been kissed like this, no one has ever tried to take a claim just with their lips and tongue and teeth. Minho bites his bottom lip and Jisung moans, wrapping his arms around Minho’s shoulders and threading his fingers through his soft hair as Minho devours him like he’s famished.

Jisung gasps when Minho wedges a leg between his thighs and presses it into his cock as he sucks Jisung’s tongue into his mouth. Jisung’s cock kicks in his pants as it fills out and he’s about to burst into flames when Minho noses his way to his neck. Jisung bares his throat for him and whimpers when Minho latches onto the side of his neck, teeth digging sharply into his skin and making him impossibly lightheaded. He’s so hard it hurts.

Minho sucks a wet bruise on Jisung’s throat, Jisung pulls at his hair and moans when Minho’s teeth sink into his flesh, hiccuping when Minho presses impossibly closer to him, his thigh squishing Jisung’s cock and making his head spin like a fucking Kamikaze ride.

Jisung is about to lose every thread of his sanity.

“Hyung,” he gasps.

Minho laves his tongue over the mark. Did Jisung mention he’s rock fucking solid?

“Hyung,” he tries again, pulling at Minho’s hair.

Minho pulls back and looks at him, his eyes dark and hungry, pupils blown so wide he kind of looks like a demon. Jisung feels like a deer being stalked by a jaguar. It makes him throb in his pants. Fuck. He’s really into this, isn’t he?

“You look crazy,” Jisung comments, slightly out of breath. His chest is heaving unevenly, his breath hitching when Minho presses his palm to it.

Minho laughs, nuzzling Jisung’s nose. “I feel crazy,” he breathes, pressing his lips to Jisung’s mouth. “But I can’t take your virginity here.”

“I’m not a virgin!” Jisung yells, his voice going high-pitched as he punches Minho’s shoulder. Minho snickers. “Also, virginity is a social construct, you know?” Minho grins. Jisung wants to punch him again. “Fuck off.”

“Okay,” Minho chuckles, cupping Jisung’s cheek and brushing his thumb over his skin. “Fingering women and getting blowjobs count as losing your virginity, you’re right. Sorry, baby.”

“You don’t need to be condescending about it,” Jisung grumbles with a pout.

“I’m not, baby,” Minho smiles at him. “I promise.”

Jisung huffs, rolling his eyes. “Whatever.”

Minho pinches his cheek and coos, making him let out an undignified noise.

“You’re such a fucking dick,” Jisung grits out.

Minho pulls back and grins at him, tapping his hip. “Let’s go up, yeah?”

Jisung fixes his hoodie and gestures forward with his chin. “Lead the way.”

“Wait,” Minho says, grabbing Jisung under his ass and hoisting him up. Jisung yelps, his arms and legs wrapping around Minho instinctively as he starts walking. Jisung looks at him with wide eyes, but Minho just winks at him and, after a moment, his ass is being planted on the hood of Minho’s car.

Jisung gapes at him. Minho just smirks and grabs a fistful of Jisung’s hair, making his yelp melt into a moan when Minho crashes their lips together. Minho kisses him until Jisung feels like he’s floating.

“Okay,” Minho pants, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. “We can go now.”

Jisung stares at him for a second, stunned, before bursting out laughing.

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Minho has an arm wrapped around Jisung the whole elevator ride up to his floor. Jisung leans into him like he’s his only source of heat, even though it isn’t that cold inside, not like it was outside. Minho hums to the jazz tune playing softly from the speakers until the elevator dings and opens. 

Minho leads Jisung down the corridor, hand in his back pocket and Jisung feels anticipation bubble up his throat. He’s surprisingly calm about this, maybe Minho’s presence is like a balm to his burnt skin, soothing and gentle. He feels so steady and solid against him, Jisung wants to bury himself in his skin. Fuck. 

Is this the beginning of a crush? He’s never experienced something like this before, has nothing to compare it to. Before he can go too deep into an overwhelming rabbit hole, Minho stops.

Jisung looks at him and Minho smiles, eyes gentle and warm, punching in the code before pushing his door open with his foot when the door bips. 

He lets Jisung walk in first, hand still in his pocket, making Jisung look at him over his shoulder with a laugh trapped in his throat. It’s dark when Jisung steps into the apartment.

“I have to free the cats,” Minho tells him, sliding his hand out of Jisung’s pocket and patting him in the ass as he gestures towards a door in his left.

“You have cats?” Jisung asks with a raised eyebrow, turning around to face Minho. 

“Three,” Minho says with a grin, walking past Jisung and towards the closed door. He opens it and it leads to a well lit corridor. There is a door at the end of it. “They’re in my bedroom right now, I usually lock them when I leave them because they have a penchant for trouble,” he laughs and walks into the corridor. 

Jisung trails behind him, letting out a hum as he looks around. There’s art taped to the wall, Jisung recognises the style from his visit to Hyunjin’s exhibit two months ago. 

“You know Hyunjin?” Jisung asks.

Minho looks at him over his shoulder and smiles. “He’s my best friend.”

“How come I didn’t see you at his exhibit?”

“We must’ve missed each other,” Minho says, turning his head back ahead. He stops in front of the door at the end of the corridor and opens it, an orange blur zooms past it at full velocity and bumps straight into Jisung. It falls on its ass and stares up at Jisung like it’s offended by his existence. It’s a fat cheese tabby and Jisung fights the urge to coo.

“That’s Doongie,” Minho says. “He gets a little restless when I go out.”

Jisung crouches down and offers his hand to Doongie. Doongie stretches his neck and sniffs his hand. Jisung looks up at Minho. 

Minho smiles. “You can pet him, he’s friendly.”

Jisung tentatively scratches behind Doongie’s ear and coos when the cat closes his eyes and starts purring softly. “What a sweet guy,” Jisung says, petting along Doongie’s body and laughing when he drops to the floor and rolls on his back. 

He pets his stomach, cooing. He looks up again and sees Minho holding a mackerel tabby and rocking it like it’s a baby. Jisung grins and asks, “Who’s that?”

Minho presses his face to the cat’s head. “This is Dori,” he says in a baby voice. “Isn’t that right, sweet boy?” 

Jisung laughs, getting back to his feet and approaching Minho. He reaches for Dori and scratches under his chin, Dori tilts his head back and purrs. Jisung laughs. He doesn’t even care he’s allergic, it’s not bad enough he’ll break in hives just for petting them a little. 

“Where’s the other one?” Jisung asks, looking at Minho.

“Oh, Soonie?” Minho says. “He’s an old guy, he’s probably sleeping in my bed.”

Jisung hums, scratching Dori’s head. “Are you gonna introduce him to me?”

Minho smiles. “Sure, come with me,” he says, turning around and walking into his bedroom. Jisung follows after him and sees a cat sprawled on the bed.

“He’s such a lazy bum,” Minho huffs fondly, setting Dori down on the floor. Dori scurries out of the room in a rush, making Jisung bark out a laugh.

Soonie sits up and Jisung’s eyes widen. He looks exactly like Doongie.

“Are he and Doongie from the same litter?” Jisung asks.

“Because they’re really similar?” Minho asks, sitting on the edge of his bed and smoothing a hand over Soonie’s stomach. 

“They’re literally identical,” Jisung says.

“Not really,” Minho says, looking at Jisung and smiling. “Come here,” he beckons Jisung. 

Jisung makes his way to the bed and sits down. Minho grabs Soonie’s face and says, showing his cat off, “You see his nose?”

“Yeah,” Jisung nods.

“It’s white,” Minho says, letting go of Soonie’s face but not before shaking it a little and making Jisung laugh. “Doongie’s nose is orange. Also,” Minho grabs one of Soonie’s front legs. Soonie yawns and fights Minho’s hold. “Soonie’s front legs are orange and Doongie’s front legs are white.”

“Only you can tell the difference,” Jisung says with a giggle.

“Give it time,” Minho says, grabbing Soonie carefully and getting up. He makes his way to the door, sets Soonie down outside and closes the door behind him. He locks it before turning around and walking back to the bed. 

He stops in front of Jisung. Jisung shifts so he’s facing him and spreads his legs. Minho smirks and wedges himself between them.

Jisung raises an eyebrow. “Was locking the door necessary?”

Minho cups his jaw and rubs his thumb over Jisung’s cheek. “Dori knows how to open it.”

Jisung laughs, grabbing Minho’s hips. “Yeah?”

Minho nods, tilting Jisung’s head up and bending down to kiss him. Jisung hums, squeezing Minho’s hips as he kisses him back. 

Jisung slips his hand under Minho’s shirt and smiles into the kiss when Minho shudders.

“Cold hands,” Minho whispers against Jisung’s mouth, making Jisung snicker.

“Sorry,” Jisung says, splaying his hand over Minho’s smooth back. He can feel the line of his spine against his fingertips and digs his fingers into his skin.

Minho brushes his top lip over Jisung’s bottom one before nipping it. Jisung moans softly, sinking his nails into Minho’s back.

Minho straightens up and pulls at the collar of Jisung’s hoodie, eyes dark and intent. “Lift your arms up for me, yeah? Let’s get you out of this.”

Jisung lifts his arms and Minho grabs the hem of his hoodie. He pulls it off him and his eyes turn even darker when they land on Jisung’s naked torso as he tosses the hoodie aside.

“You have tattoos,” Minho breathes.

Jisung reaches for his chest and looks down. “Yeah.”

Minho groans, his eyebrows furrowing. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Jisung licks his lips but, before he can say anything, Minho reaches for his chest and cups his pecs with his hands and squeezes, letting out a guttural groan. Jisung moans, his head tilting back at the feeling. He didn’t even know his chest was sensitive. Shit. 

“Fuck,” Minho breathes out, kneading Jisung’s tits. “I knew they were fucking great.”

Jisung’s mouth parts around a gasp when Minho thumbs at his nipples, his entire body wracking with a shudder. Minho lets go of him and Jisung lifts his head to look at him, eyes half-lidded.

Minho grabs Jisung under the armpits and drags him further up the bed. Jisung falls back against the pillows with a huff, feeling almost lightheaded at the show of effortless strength as Minho climbs over him, thighs bracketing Jisung’s hips. 

Jisung looks up at him, biting into his bottom lip. Minho presses a kiss to his chin before trailing his lips down his jaw, nipping it before going down and nuzzling Jisung’s neck. He bites harshly into the curve of it, making Jisung’s thighs clench together as his cock jerks in his pants.

Minho intercalates between peppering kisses and biting down the length of Jisung’s neck. Jisung’s breathing is starting to get laboured as Minho grabs his left pec and squeezes it before pressing his lips to it and nuzzling the skin. He grazes his teeth over Jisung’s nipple and Jisung feels his entire body tingle when Minho bites into it, his cock jumping at how hard he sinks his teeth into the sensitive nub.

Jisung threads shaky fingers through Minho’s hair and breathes through his nose, teeth sunk deep into his bottom lip as Minho kisses the expense of his stomach. He yips when Minho dips his tongue in his navel before biting the skin under it. Jisung’s stomach clenches when Minho bites hard, squirming under the attention.

Minho reaches for the button of Jisung’s jeans and flicks it open. Jisung props himself on his elbows and his eyes almost roll back when Minho catches his zipper with his teeth and pulls it down expertly.

“Fuck,” Jisung gasps.

Minho looks up at him and smirks, eyes glinting in the light as he pulls back and sits up. He manoeuvres himself so he’s sitting between Jisung’s legs, which he spreads with his knee. He taps Jisung’s hip and Jisung lifts it, biting into his bottom lip when Minho slides his pants down and moves back so he can take them off. He tosses Jisung’s jeans over his shoulder and smooths his hands down Jisung’s thighs.

Jisung swallows when Minho’s eyes fall on his. He looks like a predator ready to pounce and it makes something in Jisung’s gut clench hard enough he physically feels it tickle his pelvis. Minho cups Jisung’s cock through his boxers and Jisung falls back on the bed and moans, back arching. 

“Mm, you’re really big,” Minho notes, palming at Jisung’s cock. “I like a bottom with a big dick, love watching it bounce uselessly against their stomach.”

Jisung is going to die. “Fuck,” he gasps when Minho squeezes him harder.

“So sensitive,” Minho notes, digging his thumb into the head of Jisung’s cock and making him whimper. “I’ll make sure to remember that.”

Jisung has never felt like this before. Not with any girl he’s been with, not by himself. He feels like he’s about to burst at the seams and Minho has barely even done anything. Minho acting cocky wasn’t just all talk and that’s fucking dangerous for Jisung’s sanity.

Minho moves down the bed and Jisung jumps when he feels Minho’s mouth on his cock. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Minho licks along his length and Jisung tries to close his legs but Minho’s body is on the way so he just melts into the mattress and pants like he’s just a marathon.

Minho grazes his teeth over the fabric of Jisung’s boxers and Jisung whimpers, fists clenching in the sheets as one of his legs kick on instinct. Minho chuckles and sits up. Jisung looks at him and groans when he sees Minho licking his lips.

Minho hums and hooks a finger in the elastic band of Jisung’s boxers. Jisung lifts his hips.

“Eager,” Minho says with a chuckle, pulling Jisung’s waistband and letting it snap back against Jisung’s hip.

“Shut up,” Jisung bites back. “Take it off.”

Minho hums and sits back. Jisung realises Minho is still fully clothed and that makes him feel hot all over for some reason.

Jisung should feel self-conscious at being the only one naked, but he’s consumed by an overwhelming sense of horny, purely driven by the instinct to get off. He doesn’t care about anything except getting off right now, so he reaches for his cock and squeezes it over his boxers.

Minho tsks, slapping Jisung’s hand away. Jisung whines. “Quiet, Jisung,” Minho says, smacking Jisung’s thigh softly. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself without asking me, you hear?”

Jisung pushes himself up on his forearms and pouts at Minho.

“Cute,” Minho smirks. “But that’s not gonna work on me.”

Jisung rolls his eyes and kicks his hips. “At least take off your clothes,” he bargains.

Minho hums, running his hands down Jisung’s thighs. “I don’t feel like it,” he says, ticking his head to the side with a subtle crook to his lips.

“Do I have to beg?” Jisung asks.

Minho shrugs. “Up to you.”

Something akin to irritation bubbles up Jisung’s throat. “Aren’t I supposed to be the brat here?”

Minho’s eyes darken. “Who are you calling a brat?”

Jisung smirks. “Didn’t you hear me?” 

Minho growls and pounces. Jisung screams as Minho starts tickling him relentlessly, kicking his legs as he tries to shy away from merciless fingers.

“Take that back,” Minho growls.

“Over my dead body!” Jisung shouts and shrieks when Minho digs his fingers on his sides harder. “Sorry! I take it back! Stop! Oh my god!”

Minho sits back and grins, fringe falling on his eyes. 

Jisung stares at him, panting. “Fuck,” he says, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

“Hope you’ve learned your lesson,” Minho says.

“Fuck off,” Jisung says.

“Oh?” 

“No, please!”

Minho laughs. “Okay, let me get the lube.”

“Take off your clothes while you’re at it!”

“Yes, sir,” Minho says, sliding out of bed. Jisung sits up and watches as Minho undresses. Minho kicks off his pants and Jisung’s cock jumps.

His thighs, Jisung’s mouth drops open and drool collects under his tongue. Holy shit, his thighs are thick and beautiful, Jisung might have to bite them.

Minho looks at him and winks before reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Jisung’s brain short circuits. Minho’s chest is firm but soft looking, his nipples perking and making Jisung want to scream. 

Jisung’s eyes trail down and he whimpers. Minho has the prettiest tummy Jisung has ever seen, soft and perfect to sink your teeth into. Jisung’s teeth itch with the urge to bite, bite, bite until Minho’s entire stomach is blooming purple under his lips.

“Like what you see?” Minho asks, shaking his hips.

Jisung grabs the pillow next to him and throws it at Minho. Minho ducks with a giggle.

“Stupid,” Jisung grumbles.

“Mm,” Minho laughs, making his way to his nightstand. He slides it open and turns to Jisung. “Mint or passion fruit?”

“You have passion fruit lube?”

“It’s refreshing,” Minho says with a grin.

“Is that why you also have mint?”

Minho shrugs. “I like the way it stings a little.”

Jisung scrunches his nose. “Do you have normal lube?”

“I have strawberry,” Minho says, raising a pink bottle of lube up.

“That’ll work, I guess,” Jisung relents, falling back against the pillows and throwing one of his arms under his head. He reaches for the waistband of his boxers and starts playing with the elastic as he waits for Minho to get back in bed.

He observes as Minho tosses a condom and the lube on his bed. Jisung reaches for the condom and gasps. “XL?” he asks, looking at Minho with wide eyes. “You don’t seem that big.”

“I’m not hard yet,” Minho says, climbing back into bed and tossing himself on top of Jisung, punching an oof out of him. “I’m a grower, you know?” he props himself on his elbows and looks down at Jisung. “Wanna see me getting hard? It’s a really fascinating phenomenon.”

Jisung barks out a laugh. “Is staring at your dick getting hard a hobby of yours?”

Minho leans down and bites Jisung’s cheek, making Jisung yelp out a giggle. Minho laughs against his skin before sitting up in Jisung’s lap.

Jisung sits up and cups Minho’s jaw, bringing him into a kiss. Minho hums, rocking his hips down and making Jisung hiss into his mouth. 

Minho tongues at Jisung’s bottom lip and Jisung drops his mouth open, sinking his nails into Minho’s jaw as Minho licks into his mouth and sucks on his tongue. Minho nips it before changing the angle of his head and kissing Jisung deeper, Jisung moans into his mouth when Minho grinds down. 

Jisung can feel Minho’s cock getting hard against his hip and, fuck, he is a grower alright. Minho cups Jisung’s neck and peppers kisses all over his face, his cheek, his nose, his chin. Jisung giggles, trying to catch Minho’s mouth as he wraps his arms around his waist and smooths his hands down his lower back until he has two handfuls of Minho’s ass, pulling him closer and groaning when Minho rocks into him.

Minho tilts Jisung’s head up with his nose and sucks a bruise into his neck before biting into the crook of it. Jisung is so hard he’s on the verge of bursting. 

Minho pulls back and smirks at Jisung when he whines. “You’re so whiny,” Minho teases, tone a little mean, a little condescending. “I can’t wait to see how much noise you’ll make when I fuck you.”

Jisung’s entire body burns like he just took a hit off a blunt. “You’re so…”

Minho tilts his head, tucking Jisung’s hair behind his ear. “I’m so?”

“You’re so straightforward,” Jisung says. “I should be pissed off but I’m so hard it hurts.”

Minho barks out a laugh and presses a kiss to the corner of Jisung’s mouth. “Cute,” he whispers.

Jisung pinches his ass, making Minho laugh against his skin. Jisung slides his hands under Minho’s boxers, “Take this off,” he says, pushing the fabric down.

Minho kneels on top of him and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down. Jisung’s mouth waters when Minho’s cock springs free. He’s so fucking big.

“How is that going to fit?” Jisung asks, eyes wide at the realisation that that is about to go in his virgin hole.

“I’m using four fingers,” Minho says, raising four fingers up in the hair and wiggling them. “You don’t need to worry.”

“You don’t know me,” Jisung says. “But one thing about me is that I will be worrying, especially when it comes to my ass.”

Minho laughs, getting up on the bed and kicking his boxers off, his humongous cock bouncing with the movement. Jisung is going to die.

Minho taps Jisung’s waistband with his big toe. Jisung looks up at him. “Take this off, yeah?” he says.

Jisung is quick to get rid of his boxers, tossing them on the floor and lying back on the bed, eyes trained on Minho’s face. Minho gives him a pleased smile.

“Good boy,” he says, then kneels back on the bed next to Jisung. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” 

Minho moves so Jisung can do as he says, then climbs over Jisung’s left leg so he’s in between his spread thighs. He grabs Jisung’s knees and pulls them until they’re up to Jisung’s chest. “Hold them up, yeah?”

Jisung grabs his knees when Minho lets go of them and swallows hard when he feels a breeze hit his exposed hole. He clenches around nothing and bites his bottom lip as he watches Minho reach for the lube. He closes his eyes when he hears the cap open and tries to control his breathing by counting every inhale and exhale.

“You okay?” Minho asks, rubbing the side of Jisung’s thigh. Jisung hums in affirmation, eyes still closed. “I’m gonna slide a finger in, okay?”

“Okay,” Jisung rasps out. Fuck.

Jisung feels Minho circle a finger around his rim, clenching and unclenching his hole in anticipation. 

Minho hums, slipping his finger in and Jisung’s eyelashes flutter as he opens his eyes and lets out a breath when Minho sinks his finger up to the first knuckle. The intrusion is a bit strange, but not unwelcome. It doesn’t hurt like he expected it to, but, to be fair, it’s just one finger.

“Okay?” Minho asks.

“Yeah,” Jisung says. “You can go deeper.”

“You’ve never fingered yourself before, right?” Minho asks. “You’re really tight.”

“No,” Jisung says. “Never really had a reason to.”

“It’s okay, I’ll go slow,” Minho says, thrusting his finger all the way in and crooking. Jisung’s thigh clenches when he feels something pull at his navel. “Good?” he asks, pulling his finger out and back in. He does it one more time and Jisung relaxes against the mattress.

“Mmhm,” Jisung confirms.

Minho slides his finger out and takes Jisung’s hands away from his knees, replacing them with his own. Jisung gasps when Minho throws his legs over his shoulders. 

Jisung’s eyes widen, “Wha—”

Minho shushes him, reaching for Jisung’s cock and holding it at the base. Jisung’s breath hitches when he feels Minho’s lips wrap around the head of his cock. 

Minho sinks down on him, tongue flat against Jisung’s length and Jisung arches his back with a moan when he hits Minho’s throat. Minho swallows, throat constricting around the head and punching a grunt out of Jisung.

Minho pulls out and presses a kiss to the tip. “This’ll help you relax,” he breathes before taking Jisung back in his mouth and thrusting two slicked fingers inside him, making Jisung let out a high-pitched moan at the stretch.

Minho sucks him off as he scissors him open, head bobbing to the rhythm of his fingers fucking in and out of Jisung. Jisung is so overwhelmed he can’t even make any sound, only rocking his hips into the heat of Minho’s mouth.

Minho adds a third finger at the same time he grazes his teeth over Jisung’s cock and Jisung’s vision blacks out for a second as he spills into Minho’s mouth without warning. Minho sucks at his cock, drinking him up as Jisung’s entire body spasms with aftershocks. 

Jisung falls limply on the bed, eyes closed as Minho teases a fourth finger along his rim. He barely even feels the stretch, too fucked out and hazy to feel anything but bliss.

Minho pulls his fingers out and Jisung flutters his eyes open, lifting his head to look at Minho through unfocused eyes. He blinks, and Minho comes into focus. Minho’s lips are swollen and red and so fucking delectable Jisung just wants to just devour him until there’s nothing left.

“Good?” Minho pants.

Jisung nods and falls back on the pillow.

Minho presses a kiss to his knee before unhooking Jisung’s legs from his shoulders only to wrap them around his waist. Jisung unsteadily props himself on his elbows and watches Minho tear the foil of the condom packet open and spit it as he takes the condom out, tossing the packet aside and reaching for the base of his cock. Jisung stares at Minho’s cock with bated breath as Minho rolls the condom in place.

Minho strokes his cock loosely before grabbing the lube and squirting some on his palm. He strokes himself again, once, twice before looking at Jisung with an eyebrow raised. 

Jisung bites his bottom lip and nods, squeezing his legs around Minho’s waist as Minho presses forward, reaching a hand between his legs. Jisung gasps when the blunt head of Minho’s cock breaches his hole, fisting the sheets as Minho palms at his thighs.

“Okay?” Minho asks.

“You can go deeper, hyung,” Jisung says, voice strained.

When Minho slides all the way into him, the situation finally dawns on Jisung. He even forgets about the stretch because… he’s letting a man fuck him. Oh my god? Does this make him gay? Bi? What is he? He shouldn’t be having a sexuality crisis right now, should he? Not after he had no problem letting Minho finger him, not after he came down Minho’s throat. He should be chill, calm and collected about it, shouldn’t he? Fuck.

“You okay?” Minho asks, looking down at Jisung with worry in his eyes. “You look like you’re five seconds away from having a mental breakdown.”

“Is it weird that I’m having a sexuality crisis when you’re literally inside me?” Jisung blurts out.

Minho’s eyes widen and, when he tries to pull out, Jisung tightens his legs around him and grabs his face. “If you don’t fuck me until I can’t think anymore, I’ll kill you.”

“Oh,” Minho says, taken aback. “You sure?”

Jisung wants to hit him. “Just fuck me.”

“What?” Minho asks, but his lips are crooking playfully as he presses so deep into Jisung, Jisung squeaks. It feels like he just hit his bladder, even though he knows that’s literally impossible. The stretch is overwhelming but so fucking good Jisung almost drools.

Jisung rolls his eyes. “Fuck me with your big cock, Minho,” he says.

“Mm?” Minho cups his ear, leaning forward as if to hear Jisung more clearly. “I didn’t hear you.”

Jisung falls on the bed and screams in frustration. “Oh my god!” he flails his arms, sexuality crisis completely forgotten.

“You just need to say one simple word, baby,” Minho says, rubbing Jisung’s stomach. “I know you can do it.”

“Please,” he says under his breath.

“What is it?” Minho teases.

“Please, fuck me,” Jisung says, almost yelling.

“See?” Minho says. Jisung props himself on his elbows and almost snaps his teeth when he sees Minho’s lips ticking up in a show of how pleased he is. “Wasn’t that hard, was it?”

“Please, hyung,” Jisung repeats, eyes widening and bottom lip jutting out, even though he wants to tell Minho to go fuck himself.

Minho squeezes his thigh, grabbing both of them and pulling back so just his tip is stretching Jisung before snapping his hips forward with so much force, Jisung yelps and almost hits his head on the headboard. 

“Sorry,” Minho says, putting his hand between Jisung’s head and the headboard.

“How are you gonna fuck me like this?” Jisung asks, even though the action makes his heart flutter like moth wings. “Seems like a hassle.”

Minho pulls out and shuffles down the bed. He pulls Jisung down with him by his thighs before pressing forward and sinking into Jisung again, his walls mould and stretch around him like he was custom made to take Minho’s cock and Jisung’s entire body pinpricks with goosebumps as lightning runs down his spine at the realisation. He’s really fucking gay, isn’t he?

Jisung relaxes against the mattress and grabs Minho’s arms when he props himself on the bed by his elbows and Minho looks down at him.

“You can move, hyung,” Jisung says.

Minho kisses him as he snaps his hips into him, biting Jisung’s bottom lip and prying it open so he can lick into his mouth as he fucks him with tight, deliberate thrusts.

“Harder,” Jisung breathes against his mouth.

“Demanding,” Minho chuckles but picks up the pace, groaning into the kiss when Jisung clenches hard around him. Minho sits up and grips Jisung’s thighs so harshly Jisung will be pissed if it doesn’t bruise. 

Minho thrusts into him with so much force, Jisung hitches up the bed with a whimper, eyes clenching shut as he moans repeatedly as Minho hits his prostate with each and every hard thrust. Jisung can feel heat building at the pit of his stomach and spreading over his entire body as Minho fucks him like he’s trying to tear him to pieces.

Jisung places his palms flat to Minho’s back and pushes him closer with his legs around his waist as Minho pulls his hips up and fucks him so hard, Jisung’s vision whites out for a second when he nails his prostate head on with the change in angle.

Jisung squirms under Minho, legs spasming and clenching around his waist. Minho ducks and bites into Jisung’s jaw so hard, Jisung is spilling over his stomach with a shout. He feels cum hit his chin and moans, clenching around Minho.

Minho slows down and looks down at Jisung.

“Use me,” Jisung breathes out, eyes half-lidded.

Minho growls and starts fucking him like he’s a dog on rutting season. Jisung is useless under him, arms spread out as he takes it. Minho thrusts into him with harsh snaps of his hips until he’s stilling and letting out a guttural groan as he comes, face buried in Jisung’s neck.

Minho collapses on top of Jisung, both of them panting as they try to catch their breath. Jisung can feel sweat rolling down his temples and into his neck as he takes a deep breath.

“Fuck,” Minho pants against Jisung’s skin, making Jisung shiver. “You okay?”

“Mm,” Jisung hums, running his hand through Minho’s hair. 

They stay there, breathing for a beat until Minho rolls off him and sits on the bed.

Jisung stares at the ceiling and something unpleasant starts building at the base of his throat when he comes down from cloud nine.

He slides out of bed and wills his voice to not waver when he asks, “Where’s your bathroom?” 

Minho gestures to an open door to his left and Jisung makes his way to it, trying really hard not to run. He gets in, closes the door and slides down the wall, hitting the floor with a muted smack. 

He buries his face in his hands and tries to breathe as anxiety washes over him like a tidal bore. Leading edge of an incoming tide forms a violent, thunderous roaring wave, surging up the Qiantang River against the current. Silver Dragon, locals call it. The largest in the world.

Easy to come but difficult to ebb.

Jisung’s anxiety doesn’t ebb, tide pulling him under, he can’t even bring himself to breathe, the cold tiles under his naked ass aren’t able to settle his mind. 

He isn’t really ashamed about being fucked by a man. It isn’t really about his sexuality, he was aware that maybe he wasn’t straight for a while, just didn’t want to commit to it before he knew for sure. And he’s never been surer about anything in his life. Maybe what he’s feeling isn’t shame after all, maybe this is just anticipatory anxiety because he isn’t very keen on the unexpected. 

He hears the door crack open, but it’s as if Jisung has sunk into the depths of the Great Blue Hole and Minho is at the surface, the rope that connected them has fallen into the darkness. Jisung can’t even look up with his broken diving mask, can’t even bring himself to watch Minho through the cracks of his fingers when he walks into the bathroom. 

“Jisung,” Minho says, quietly, breaking the deafening silence and the roar in Jisung’s ears. 

Jisung doesn’t know why he’s like this, doesn’t know why he always succumbs to paralysing anxiety after being intimate with a stranger. Post nut clarity always comes with a bitter aftertaste. 

It’s like he doesn’t allow himself to feel good in his skin, and Minho definitely made him feel good in his skin. Spectacularly so. Maybe that’s what triggered his flight instinct, maybe he got scared because this seems to be too good to last. He wants this to last, he doesn’t know why.

“You okay?” Minho asks, still quietly.

Jisung rests his forehead on his bent knee. “Yeah, just overwhelmed,” he rasps, wiping tears he hasn’t even felt falling.

“Can I sit next to you?”

Jisung just shrugs. Minho slides next to him but doesn’t touch him. His heart is still fucking crazy in his chest from his anxiety attack. He’s still panting slightly, breathing not coming easy.

“You want me to help you breathe?”

That takes Jisung back to the garage, Minho’s fingers on his neck, guiding his breathing.

Jisung can’t really trust his voice so he nods. 

“Can I grab your hand?” Minho asks.

Jisung lifts his head and turns to stare at Minho.

“It’ll help,” Minho says softly. “I promise.”

Jisung gives Minho his hand and his eyes widen when Minho presses Jisung’s open palm to his naked chest.

“Can you feel it?” Minho asks.

“Feel it?”

“My heart,” Minho says. Jisung focuses on the steady heartbeat under his palm and inhales sharply, nodding. 

“Can you breathe for me?”

Jisung takes a deep breath.

“Hold it,” Minho says, rubbing Jisung’s pulse point in a circular motion. It relaxes Jisung.

“Let go,” Minho says gently.

Jisung exhales shakily.

“One more time, baby,” Minho urges.

Jisung inhales, holds it. He feels more settled, more centred. Minho’s heartbeat feels like a lullaby.

“That’s it,” Minho says, sliding his hand down Jisung’s arm and squeezing gently. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. One more time.”

Jisung does it again, counts to ten.

“Let go,” Minho instructs.

Jisung lets go and slumps against the wall, head hitting it as his hand slides to Minho’s lap.

“Sorry about this,” Jisung says, rolling his head to the side and looking at Minho.

Minho smiles gently at him, taking his hand and bringing it to his mouth so he can press a kiss to his knuckles. “It’s okay.”

Jisung scrunches his nose and sighs.

“What happened?” Minho asks, setting their joint hands in his lap. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“You know, I never really cared if I was straight or not,” Jisung says. “I’ve talked about comphet several times with Lix before, so I had that part covered. I just thought I was straight because I never really had a thing for a man before, you know?” he licks his lips as Minho nods encouragingly, squeezing his hand.

“Like what got me wasn’t you fucking me,” Jisung says, scratching the back of his neck and furrowing his eyebrows. “I think I’m just scared of… I don’t know, moving forward with this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Fuck,” Jisung closes his eyes and takes a sharp inhale. “I really like you. I realised that the minute you put your mouth on my dick. Like, I’m scared you just see me as a one time thing, because I’ve never felt this way before. Never clicked so fast with anyone like I did with you, and I… want to get to know you? But I’m scared you might just discard me because you already had your fun, you know?”

“Oh, baby,” Minho says. His eyes look so sad.

“I know rejections are inevitable, but…” he looks away.

He feels Minho inch closer. Minho grabs his chin and turns his face towards him. Jisung bites his bottom lip, but Minho thumbs at it and Jisung lets go. 

Minho leans forward and presses their foreheads together. “I’d love to get to know you,” he whispers.

The knot in Jisung’s throat loosens. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, you’re literally the best fuck I’ve ever had,” Minho says and Jisung snorts. “But it’s not only that, you make me laugh. You don’t treat me like I’m weird, even though I know you think I am.”

Jisung laughs. “I mean, you did proposition me by saying I’m your perfect bottom.”

Minho giggles. “Yeah, that was pretty weird.”

Jisung grabs Minho by the back of his head and brings him forward so he can press their lips together. “What does this mean?” he breathes against Minho’s mouth.

“It means you’re stuck with me,” Minho says. “I mean, consider this a boyfriend trial run.”

Jisung snorts, pulling back to look at Minho with an eyebrow raised. “A boyfriend trial run?”

“Thirty days guarantee,” Minho nods seriously. “If you don’t like it, you can have your money back.”

Jisung barks out a laugh. “You mean that?”

Minho nods. “I really mean that.”

Jisung smiles. “Okay.”

Minho ducks down and presses a kiss to his shoulder. “Now let me clean you up,” he says, siting back. “You still have cum on your stomach.”

Jisung looks down. “Oh.”

Minho bursts out laughing.

“Stop laughing!”

“Oh,” Minho giggles.

Jisung punches his shoulder. “Shut up!”

Minho gets to his feet, still chuckling and pulls at Jisung’s hand. Jisung pushes himself off the floor, getting up on weak legs. Minho steadies him with a hand on his hip and smiles at him before letting go of his hand and stepping into the tub. He turns on the water and yelps when the spray hits him directly in the face.

It’s Jisung’s turn to laugh at him and he takes advantage of that, doubling over and cackling.

“It’s not that funny,” Minho grumbles, but he’s laughing.

Jisung straightens up, wiping a tear out of his left eye. “Ooh, that was nice.”

Minho rolls his eyes and beckons him with a finger. “Come here, water’s warm.”

Jisung makes his way to the tub and climbs on it. Minho grabs him by the hips and positions him under the spray. Jisung tilts his head back and sighs as the warm water hits his face and trails down his chest.

He jumps when he feels something on his stomach. Minho’s laugh is distorted by the water and Jisung feels something in his stomach sing. He lifts his head and looks down as Minho rubs his tummy clean with a loofa. Jisung hums, swaying a little. 

Minho looks at him and gestures for him to turn around. Jisung does and Minho presses him to his chest with an arm around his waist and washes his stomach clean. Jisung rests the back of his head against Minho’s shoulder and closes his eyes.

Minho rubs his entire body with a bar of soap and Jisung feels so good, his cock starts taking interest. Jerking as it fills up.

Minho presses a kiss to his neck. Something hits the floor but Jisung doesn’t have time to process what it is because Minho is taking his cock into his hand. He moans when Minho squeezes him.

“You like being taken care of,” Minho notes, stroking Jisung’s cock loosely. “Don’t you, baby?”

Jisung just moans.

Minho chuckles against the side of Jisung’s neck, the vibrations making Jisung’s entire body thrum. Minho squeezes his cock and Jisung falls limply against him, he just doesn’t fall because Minho has a tight hold on his waist as he jerks Jisung off in the tight circle of his hand.

Jisung’s hips kick when Minho digs his thumb into his slit, moaning when he presses harder. Minho bites his shoulder and circles the head of his cock before closing his fist around it and letting Jisung fuck into his hand until he’s letting out a guttural groan and spilling into Minho’s fist.

“That’s it,” Minho breathes into Jisung’s ear, stroking Jisung through it and making him shiver as his stomach spasms.

Jisung sighs and almost falls asleep right here and there.

“Good?” Minho asks after Jisung’s breathing has settled.

“Fuck,” Jisung breathes out.

Minho laughs. “Now let me wash your hair.”

:)

“Can I sleep with you?” Jisung asks, voice meek as he steps out of the bathroom in one of Minho’s shirts and boxers. His fingers dig into his thighs.

Minho tilts his head and smiles gently from the bed, also already dressed. “Only if you don’t mind waking up with a cat on top of you.”

“I might wake up bloated and with a stuffy nose,” Jisung says. “But I’ll take the risk.”

Minho raises his eyebrows. “You’re allergic?”

“Eh,” Jisung shrugs. “It’s mild.”

“You’re really risking an allergic reaction just so you can sleep with me?” Minho asks. “Does Jisungie have a crush?”

Jisung rolls his eyes, turning around. “Forget I asked.”

“No!” Minho yells. “Come back here!”

“Catch me if you can!” Jisung shouts and bolts.

He doesn’t manage to get very far, yelping and crashing onto the floor with a thud when a body collides with his back. 

“Ow,” Jisung grumbles, blowing his bangs out of his eyes and wincing when Minho presses his entire body weight on top of him. He can feel Minho’s cock against his ass. His heart blips.

“You don’t know who you’re messing with, sweetheart,” Minho breathes harshly into Jisung’s neck, pressing the line of his semi into Jisung’s ass and making the hair at the back of his neck raise. Jisung might’ve poked the tiger with the shorter stick and he can’t say it doesn’t excite him, in every sense of the word.

“Did I trigger your primal instincts, Min-ho?” Jisung teases, not one to back down without a fight.

Minho grabs Jisung’s hips and ruts into him, biting hard into his nape and making Jisung whimper, his entire teasing demeanour vanishes as pin pricks take over his skin. He rests his forehead against the floor and takes a deep breath, biting into his bottom lip. Jisung’s cock is taking interest and he’s not sure if he has the willpower to not beg Minho to take him right here.

“Tell me if you’re okay with this,” Minho pants into his skin, hands clenching into Jisung’s hips. He sounds wrecked. “Please.”

Jisung never expected to see Minho begging but it burns, it burns to know he’s on the brink of losing control but still has the mental bandwidth to ask if Jisung is okay with this. It makes Jisung fall for him a little bit harder.

“Please,” Jisung breathes out in a whine. “Please, take me.”

Minho growls, grabbing Jisung’s boxers and pulling until it rips. Jisung gasps when Minho grabs his left asscheek and digs his fingers into his flesh so hard it sends shockwaves down Jisung’s spine, nails biting skin and making Jisung whimper. 

Minho’s weight leaves him and Jisung lets out a cry of displeasure.

“Quiet,” Minho orders, voice strained as his palm cracks against the side of Jisung’s ass and makes Jisung hiss out a moan as he recoils. It stings, and it’s so fucking good it has Jisung leaking profusely onto the floor. He almost asks Minho to hit him again. He didn’t know he was into spanking. Huh. “On your knees.”

Jisung pushes himself on his knees and arches his back, crossing his arms in front of him. Minho lets out a pleased sound that makes Jisung’s heart sing. Minho runs his hand down Jisung’s back and takes a deep breath.

“The rules are simple, darling,” Minho says, matter of fact. “Say green to keep going, yellow to slow down and red to stop. Understand?”

“Okay,” Jisung breathes out.

“Say you understand,” Minho says, digging his nails into the skin of Jisung’s lower back.

“I understand,” Jisung says obediently.

“I’m not going all out,” Minho says, trailing his hand down and smoothing it over Jisung’s ass. “I don’t want to overwhelm you too much, especially after earlier, but if I don’t fuck you again right now, I’ll lose my fucking mind.”

Jisung is so on board with this. He doesn’t give a fuck about his earlier freak out, it pales in comparison to the violent need to be filled by Minho.

“Then fuck me,” Jisung bites back.

Minho slaps him, making Jisung bite his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. “Don’t give me attitude, Jisung.”

“Sorry,” Jisung pants, resting his forehead on his arm. He feels electric. “Please, fuck me.”

“Colour?” Minho asks, pushing Jisung’s thighs apart with his knee and slotting himself between them. “Give me a colour, baby,” he says, running his hands down Jisung’s sides and grabbing his hips.

“Green,” Jisung says.

Minho plasters himself to Jisung’s back and brushes his lips against the shell of Jisung’s ear. “Good,” he whispers. Jisung’s body wracks with a shiver. 

Jisung feels the head of Minho’s cock graze against the skin of his ass and bites into his hand to not make any sound. He hears the sound of spitting and hiccups when Minho fucks spit-slick fingers into him roughly. He preps him halfheartedly before pulling out.

“Fuck,” Minho breathes out.

“Mm?”

“I need a condom,” Minho says, resting his forehead on Jisung’s nape.

“Are you clean?” Jisung asks.

“Uh,” Minho falters. Jisung can’t help but smirk. “Yeah.”

“Then I don’t give a fuck about a condom,” Jisung says. “Just fuck me.”

“Mouthy,” Minho chuckles. “It’s okay, I can fix that.”

“Shut up and—” Jisung’s demand is cut off by a high-pitched moan when Minho slides into him in one forceful thrust, stretching him wide open as he grips Jisung’s hip tightly. Jisung’s hole moulds around his cock perfectly, already stretched from earlier. It hurts a little, but it only adds to the overwhelming pleasure Jisung feels. Jisung bites into his fist and breathes hard through his nose.

Minho doesn’t let Jisung get used to the stretch, he pulls out and fucks into him like he wants to break him. Jisung squeezes his eyes shut and whimpers as tears start trickling down his cheeks. He’s overwhelmed but the feeling has never felt this good before.

Minho grabs a fistful of his hair and pulls his head up, twisting it so Jisung can see him from the corner of his eye, the sharp sting makes more tears well up in Jisung’s eyes as Minho thrusts into him with enough force to make him buckle forward, his neck hurting from being held at an odd angle. “Let me hear you,” Minho breathes harshly into Jisung’s ear, before pulling at the collar of Jisung’s shirt and ripping it as he fucks Jisung like he’s trying to split him open. 

Jisung lets out high-pitched ah, ah, ahs that go straight to his own cock while Minho keeps snapping his hips repeatedly into him. Suddenly, Minho is clamping his teeth down on Jisung’s shoulder at the same time as he hits his prostate, and Jisung never stood a chance, he yells and spills all over the floor, whimpering through the aftershocks. 

He can feel wetness trickle down his collarbone as Minho picks up the pace with a grunt. His legs scramble for purchase, trying to keep himself upright as Minho forces him down with his thrusts, wet knees slipping on the hardwood as he moans so loudly it rings in his ears. 

Minho wraps an arm around Jisung’s waist and a hand around his throat and pulls him up. Jisung falls limply against his chest as Minho keeps fucking him, the new angle makes Jisung’s entire body feel like it’s been set on fire. 

Minho slides the hand on Jisung’s throat down and Jisung swallows hard, breath he didn’t even feel lacking coming back in a rush, making him lightheaded and his entire body thrum with electricity. He blinks the spots out of his vision and whimpers.

He feels Minho’s hand on his stomach and whines when he presses into it. “I can feel myself on your stomach, baby,” Minho breathes, voice rough, licking over the smarting bite on Jisung’s shoulder.

Jisung’s head falls back into Minho’s shoulder and he whimpers when Minho noses the line of his neck, thrusting shallowly into him, hand pressed tightly to Jisung’s lower stomach. Jisung flutters his eyes open and looks down through hazy eyes, he can see his stomach bulging every time Minho fucks into him and his cock jerks, starting to fill up again.

“Colour?” Minho pants roughly.

Jisung lets out a soft whimper. “Green,” he breathes out.

“I didn’t hear you,” Minho nuzzles Jisung’s shoulder.

“Green,” Jisung tries to speak louder but the blood is rushing in his ears and he doesn’t know if his volume is loud enough.

“Brace yourself,” Minho says, but before he can, Minho is pressing him to the floor and fucking him furiously, almost ferally and Jisung can’t help but just wail as he takes him.

Minho fucks him until he’s growling against the back of his neck and filling him with his cum. Minho keeps fucking him through it, a wet, squelching noise following his every thrust and Jisung is so fucking hard he’s drooling, spit dripping down his chin and into his neck.

Minho pulls out of him and lifts himself off him. Jisung collapses on the floor, right on top the puddle of his own cum but he’s too fucked out to care.

He can hear Minho panting harshly, but he can’t even move.

“You okay?” Minho asks after a second of them just breathing together.

Jisung lifts his arm up and gives him an A-OK sign. Minho chuckles as Jisung lets his arm fall limply on the floor again. He rolls on his back with a groan and looks up at the ceiling.

“Oh,” Minho says.

“Mm?” Jisung asks, but doesn’t lift his head to look at him. He’s fucking spent. Minho fucked the shit out of him, and Jisung knows his entire body is gonna suffer the consequences but he doesn’t regret it at all.

“You’re still hard,” Minho notes.

“Yeah,” Jisung says, swallowing thickly.

He hears a shuffling sound and lets out a punched out grunt when Minho swallows his cock whole without choking. Jisung clenches his eyes shut and throws his head back, breathing through his nose as Minho sucks him off.

Minho hollows his cheeks and flattens his tongue over Jisung’s length as he bobs his head fast but deliberate. Jisung’s hips jerk but he doesn’t fuck into Minho’s mouth, too tired to even consider moving.

Minho sucks him off until Jisung’s back is arching and he’s spilling down Minho’s throat with a silent cry, his entire body going still before he relaxes against the floor.

“Holy shit,” Jisung breathes out. He feels delirious.

“Mm,” Minho says, letting Jisung’s spent cock slide out of his mouth.

Jisung pants as he tries to catch his breath.

“You okay, baby?” Minho asks. “Did I hurt you?”

Jisung flutters his eyes open and sees Minho already on his feet and staring down at him with worried eyes.

“Yeah,” Jisung rasps. “But I enjoyed it.”

“Fuck,” Minho sounds pained. “You really are perfect for me.”

Jisung laughs.

“Can you stand up?” Minho asks.

“I don’t think so,” Jisung says.

“Okay,” Minho says. Suddenly, there’s an arm under his knees and another around his shoulders and Minho is lifting him up off the floor. If Jisung hadn’t come twice, his cock would’ve turned rock hard at being picked up so effortlessly.

Minho looks down at him. “Okay?”

“You’re so hot,” Jisung blurts out.

Minho laughs and makes his way back to his room.

:)

Minho sets Jisung down on the toilet seat and turns to the tub. He turns on the water and grabs a bottle and upends it on the filling tub. Lemon verbena wafts out with the steam.

Jisung rests the back of his head against the wall and watches as Minho kicks off his boxers. Jisung’s clothes are in tatters back on the corridor floor, Minho managing to rip them completely off while fucking him. Jisung’s cock jumps feebly at the thought.

Minho turns around, leaning against the wall opposite of Jisung and strokes Jisung’s leg with his foot.

“You really are okay, right?” Minho asks.

“Yes, hyung,” Jisung says. “You didn’t force me into anything, I’m a consenting adult and I gave you my consent. Everything is on par with the law.”

Minho laughs. “You’re such an idiot.”

“And you worry too much,” Jisung says.

Minho pouts. “I worry a normal amount.”

Jisung snickers. “Yeah, sure.”

Minho kicks his leg and Jisung sticks his tongue out at him.

“I’m gonna eat that,” Minho threatens.

Jisung raises an eyebrow. “You can try.”

Minho pushes himself off the wall and closes the minuscule distance between them and grabs Jisung’s face, ducking to press a kiss to his mouth. “Try me,” he pulls back and smirks.

Jisung sticks his tongue out again and Minho chomps on it, making Jisung yelp. Minho lets go of him and giggles.

“Ow,” Jisung says, pressing his lips to his smarting tongue. “You’re an animal.”

Minho laughs, turning off the water. 

He goes back to Jisung and pulls him up with his arms around his waist. “Can you walk?” Minho asks.

“Maybe,” Jisung says and Minho moves them towards the tub, walking for the both of them.

“Get in, baby,” Minho gestures to the tub and Jisung climbs on it and lowers himself down carefully, the warm water making his entire body relax as Minho climbs after him and settles behind him.

Jisung hums contentedly and rests his back against Minho’s chest. Minho runs his hands down Jisung’s stomach and presses a kiss to the side of his neck.

Jisung closes his eyes, tilting his head back into Minho’s shoulder and letting out a sigh. “This is nice,” he says.

Minho just hums and squeezes Jisung’s chest with both of his hands, making Jisung snicker. Jisung feels Minho breathe against his back and can’t fight when sleep takes him under.

“—sung.” 

Jisung flutters his eyes open after what feels like a second.

“We need to get off the tub,” Minho says.

“Okay,” Jisung croaks, pushing himself off Minho and trying to get up on unsteady legs. He hisses when his thighs scream in protest.

“Careful, baby,” he feels Minho’s hands on his hips, steadying him. 

Minho helps Jisung climb out of the tub and dries him. Jisung is barely even awake to keep up with what’s happening.

Before he knows it, Minho is picking him up again and walking out of the bathroom.

Minho sets Jisung on the bed and cups his face. “You okay?”

Jisung hums, blinking sleepily. “Sleepy.”

“Do you sleep naked?” Minho asks.

Jisung nods.

“Me too,” Minho smiles and manhandles Jisung until Jisung’s head is hitting the pillow. Minho tucks him in and slides into bed next to him. Jisung rolls on his side and almost purrs when Minho cuddles up to him, his chest to his back.

In less than a second, Jisung blacks out.

:)

Jisung blinks his eyes open and sees Minho staring at him, head propped on his palm. 

Instead of startling, Jisung laughs.

“There’s breakfast,” Minho says.

Jisung tries to move but his entire body protests, punching a whine out of him. 

Minho’s eyes widen and he reaches for Jisung’s face and asks, “Are you okay?”

“I think you broke me,” Jisung breathes out. 

“You can’t move?” Minho asks, eyes concerned.

“I don’t think so,” Jisung pouts.

Jisung pushes himself up, saying ow, ow, ow the entire time he moves. Minho helps him up carefully, his hands soothing down Jisung’s back when he sits up. His shoulder stings, making him wince.

“Holy shit,” Minho gasps.

Jisung frowns. “What?”

Minho grabs his phone from the nightstand and snaps a picture of Jisung, making Jisung let out a dumb huh?

Minho gives Jisung his phone and Jisung’s eyes widen when he sees the huge bruise on his shoulder. “Holy fuck,” he breathes out, his cock jerking. “You fucking mauled me?”

Minho hangs his head. “I’m sorry.”

Jisung gapes for a second before bursting out laughing.

“Jisung!” Minho yells. “This isn’t funny!”

Jisung keeps laughing, wincing and pressing a hand to his side when it hurts. 

“Oh my god,” Jisung tries to breathe but giggles keep spilling out of his mouth. “You’re an animal!”

“Stop laughing!”

Jisung heaves out a sigh. “Jesus.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” Minho says, making an aborted motion towards Jisung.

“You can touch me,” Jisung smiles at him.

Minho inches forward and cups Jisung’s face. Jisung puckers his lips, making Minho laugh before pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I’m gonna treat it, don’t worry,” Minho promises, pulling back.

Jisung makes a face. “I wasn’t worried.”

Minho presses their foreheads together. “Good.”

Jisung wants to eat him. His stomach growls.

“Oh!” Minho exclaims. “Breakfast!” he slips out of bed and runs out of the room. 

Jisung watches his naked ass bounce as it goes with a fond smile on his face.

Minho walks back a few minutes later with a tray in his hands. He makes his way to the bed and settles it on the bed. He grabs a bowl of soup and climbs into bed next to Jisung. 

He reaches for the spoon and offers it to Jisung. Jisung opens his mouth and Minho feeds him. It’s miso soup. Fucking delicious.

“You didn’t have to do this,” Jisung says after he swallows.

“I literally fucked you until you couldn’t move,” Minho says, frowning. “This is literally the least I can do.”

Jisung laughs, but lets Minho feed him.

:)

“I probably need to go home,” Jisung says when Minho walks back into his room after disposing of the remnants of Jisung’s breakfast.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Minho says, climbing into bed and wrapping himself around Jisung, holding him hostage.

“Are you kidnapping me?” Jisung asks with a laugh.

“Yes,” Minho says. “I’m taking care of you today.”

“Yeah?” 

“Mmhm,” Minho says, pressing a kiss to Jisung’s face. Jisung laughs but lets himself be held.

“Okay,” he says, snuggling even closer to Minho.

He never stood a chance, did he?