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Taking a shit is an art and Jisung has mastered it, he even has a routine down pat.
He has his own foldable poop stool, an assortment of books (manga) in a basket next to the toilet. He takes his vitamins, eats as healthy as he can with his budget and drinks two litres of water a day like his nutritionist (Changbin) prescribed.
He takes a shit every morning after waking up and he’s happy with his bowel movements. His intestines work just fine.
Well, they were working just fine before his roommate moved in.
Shitting when he knows there’s someone who might need to use the bathroom at any moment made him develop shy bowel syndrome. He googled that at 3am last night.
Jisung has been sitting in the toilet for ten minutes, his feet propped on his poop stool when Minho stumbles inside the bathroom with bleary eyes and his bangs falling in his face. Jisung has a book in his lap, his glasses perched on his nose as he stares wide eyed at his roommate. Minho is a brand new addition to Jisung’s apartment, so Jisung forgot to lock the door.
“What are you doing?” Minho asks through a yawn, rubbing one of his eyes with his fist.
“Uh,” Jisung hesitates. “Taking a shit?”
Minho hums, leaning against the wall. “Be quick, I need to piss.”
Jisung gapes. “Are you just gonna stand there?”
“I’m too lazy to move,” Minho supplies.
“Dude, I need some privacy,” Jisung says. “I can’t shit with you staring at me.”
“I’ll close my eyes,” Minho says.
“That’s not how this works,” Jisung argues.
Minho stares blankly at him, Jisung wonders if he even has a soul.
“Minho.”
“Jisung.”
“Can you leave?”
Minho hums and starts stripping.
What the fuck.
“What are you doing?” Jisung gapes.
“I’m gonna piss in the shower,” Minho explains, shimming out of his shorts.
Jisung can’t believe what’s happening. What’s wrong with Minho?
“What’s wrong with you?” Jisung asks, eyes wide as Minho stands naked in front of him. Jisung is trying really hard not to look down.
Minho walks past Jisung and into the shower. The water turns on and Jisung just sits there, in the toilet, wondering what kind of manhole Minho crawled out of.
Jisung decides he’s not shitting today, closing his book and tossing it in the basket before he stands up, pulls his sweats up and walks out of the bathroom. He’ll regret this later. Alas.
Minho left the apartment an hour ago, and Jisung’s stomach started hurting twenty minutes ago but he was too lazy to go to the bathroom. He can’t avoid it any longer.
He goes to the bathroom, grabs his poop stool from under the sink and unfolds it. He places it in front of the toilet, shoves his pants down and sits down, propping his feet on his stool and grabbing volume 0 of Jujutsu Kaisen from his basket. He always shits better when he’s reading this particular volume for some reason.
If he ends up doing his job, he’ll reward himself by watching the movie later.
He doesn’t even need to push this time, doesn’t even need to open the manga, sighing and slouching against the toilet in relief when he hears a satisfying plop and with that Jisung realises something.
Minho being at home is the problem.
“Got you an enema!” Minho yells from the front door. Jisung almost chokes on his bite of croissant.
Minho strides into the kitchen, his feet smacking on the tiles. Jisung’s croissant falls from his hand and hits the counter with a sad smack.
Minho places a long rectangular box on the counter. Jisung eyes it. Minho really got him an enema. What the fuck.
Jisung frowns. “Why?”
“You seemed to be having trouble shitting this morning,” Minho says, leaning against the counter.
“I’ll have you know,” Jisung points a finger at Minho, “I used to shit just fine before you moved in.”
Minho tilts his head, his lips twitching. “So it’s my fault?”
“I’m just…” Jisung tries to word it right. “Not used to you.”
“Mm.” Minho places his forefinger to his lips in thought. “Would you get used to me if we fucked?”
What.
“What?!”
“Maybe if we explore each other’s bodies, you’ll overcome your poop shyness,” Minho shrugs, smiling at Jisung.
Flawless reasoning but there’s just one problem.
Jisung is a virgin.
Not by choice. Okay, it is a little (a lot) by choice, to be honest. He hasn’t left the house for anything other than getting his favourite croissants from the cafe next to his building in a year. He usually orders everything he needs online, so he really hasn’t had the opportunity to have his cherry popped.
People have approached him with the intention of getting him in their beds when he used to go out, before he started home office, but Jisung was never interested. They didn’t have the kind of je ne sais quoi Jisung was looking for. Minho, though, checks every box.
Jisung searches Minho’s face. “Is this a prank?”
“Honestly?” Minho flicks his bangs out of his eyes with a grin. “I’ve been wanting to get freaky with you from the moment I saw you.”
Jisung’s eyes widen, his mouth going dry.
He considers the pros and cons.
Pros: Minho is hot.
Cons: Minho is hot.
Minho’s hotness being considered a con has everything to do with Jisung’s inability to act like a normal person around people this sexy. Also, they live together.
This could turn messy really quick if Jisung doesn’t leave his heart out of the equation. Which is… kind of impossible considering he’s been harbouring a crush on Minho since Minho dmed him about his spare room, but Minho is hot and Jisung would be a huge fucking loser if he passed on the opportunity to get to know Minho biblically, consequences be damned. He can deal with them later.
Is Jisung really considering losing his virginity so he can shit more comfortably? Maybe he has really lost his mind.
“I’m a virgin,” Jisung blurts out.
“I’m not,” Minho smirks, inching closer to Jisung and running his fingers through Jisung’s hair, lips and eyes softening as he looks at him. “I’ll take care of you.”
Jisung can only stare at him, he feels like tearing up.
“Okay,” Jisung nods after a beat. “Okay.”
“Yeah?” Minho leans closer, his mouth ghosting over Jisung’s. Jisung licks his lips, his tongue grazing against Minho’s bottom one.
Minho cups Jisung’s jaw and brings him closer, tilting his head up and pressing a featherlike kiss to his lips. Jisung feels his cock stir in his sweatpants. He hasn’t kissed anyone since he was nineteen, so he doesn’t remember if it’s normal for his lips to tingle just from being touched by Minho’s own or if it’s just Minho’s effect on him.
Minho threads his fingers through Jisung’s hair, licking over the seam of his lips. Jisung drops his lips open, gasping when he feels Minho lick over his teeth before sliding his tongue inside Jisung’s mouth and kissing him like Jisung is precious, delicate.
Jisung’s neck is starting to hurt a little from being craned for so long, so he pulls back to spin around in his stool so he’s facing Minho.
Minho grabs Jisung’s knees and coaxes them open, wedging himself between Jisung’s thighs before reaching for his face again. Jisung stares at Minho with heavy lidded eyes, he can feel his heart beating in his dick.
Minho smirks at him before grabbing Jisung by the back of his hair and burying his nose in the crook of Jisung’s neck. He peppers kisses over the expanse of Jisung’s throat, raking his teeth over Jisung’s Adam’s apple.
“I want you to fuck me raw,” Minho says against Jisung’s neck, his breath hot on his skin and making Jisung’s cock throb. Jisung chokes on his own saliva.
“What?” He asks through a cough, voice hoarse.
“You’re a virgin,” Minho nuzzles Jisung’s neck, his lips grazing his sensitive carotid. “And I got tested last week.”
“Um,”
Minho pulls back and raises an eyebrow. “You wanna see my results?”
“No,” Jisung shakes his head, wide eyed. “I trust you, hyung.”
Minho chuckles, brushing Jisung’s bangs out of his eyes with gentle fingers. “Famous last words.”
“Would you lie about that?” Jisung asks.
“To get you to rawdog me?” Minho leans closer, pressing his open mouth to the corner of Jisung’s lips. Minho chuckles. “Absolutely.”
“Are you, though?” Jisung asks, grabbing at the back of Minho’s shirt. He feels a hole against his fingers and slips one into it. “Lying, I mean.”
Minho bites into Jisung’s skin. “I’m clean, baby.”
“You promise?”
Minho laughs, pulling back and offering his pinky to Jisung. “I promise.”
Jisung eyes his raised pinky before hooking his own around it.
Minho grins at him, letting go of his pinky to cup Jisung’s jaw in his hands. “Let me take you to bed,” he says, gaze dark.
Jisung jumps off the stool, taking Minho’s hand when he offers it to him and lets Minho guide him to his bedroom. Jisung looks around and feels like he’s seeing his apartment for the first time. Minho has been living here for a week but it’s the first time Jisung notices Minho has taped a Mo Dao Zu Shi poster to his bedroom door.
Jisung doesn’t have time to ask about it because Minho is grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and crashing their mouths together as he backs Jisung against the wall, Jisung’s hip knocking against his shelf.
He hears something crash against the floor but is too busy being devoured by Minho to really care, moaning against Minho’s mouth when Minho slots a thigh between Jisung’s legs and presses his knee into his throbbing cock.
Minho pulls back, his lips swollen and shiny with spit. He looks so pretty it makes Jisung whimper.
Minho’s eyes are dark as he grabs Jisung’s hand and drags him to the bed. Minho flips them over and pushes Jisung down on the bed, fitting himself between his spread legs.
“Arms up,” Minho says.
Jisung lifts his arms and fights back a shudder when he feels Minho’s cold hands run down his arms. Minho’s fingers find Jisung’s nipples through his shirt and Jisung jolts with a gasped out moan when Minho pinches them. Jisung’s sweats are probably soaked through from how much he’s leaking, oh god.
Minho reaches for the hem of Jisung’s shirt and pulls it off carefully. He tosses the shirt aside and reaches for his own, Jisung’s lips drying when Minho exposes the expanse of ink going from each side of his ribs down to his hips when he pulls his crop top over his head.
Jisung wants to lick and bite every inch of him, wants to cover him in bruises. Especially his soft tummy. God.
Minho looks down at him, running his hands over his long, messy hair before hooking his fingers in the waistband of his sweats and pulls it down, his flushed cock springing free. He’s hard and curving against his stomach, it looks almost threatening. Shit. He thinks Minho is going to unhinge his jaw.
Jisung makes an aborted motion for Minho’s cock.
Minho chuckles. “You can touch, baby.”
Jisung looks up at him, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he reaches for Minho’s cock. He’s never seen a dick other than his own in real life, Minho’s cock is pretty similar to his own, the only difference is that it’s slightly bigger and uncut.
Jisung wraps his hand around Minho’s cock experimentally and feels it pulse under his touch when he squeezes it, digging his teeth so hard in his bottom lip he can taste blood. Minho hums, threading his fingers through Jisung’s hair when Jisung leans forward and licks over the head, kittenlike.
Minho sighs. “Mind your teeth.”
Jisung wraps his lips around the head and sucks, tasting Minho’s precum against his tongue. It’s salty but not unpleasant. Jisung has tasted his own precum before out of curiosity once, Minho’s is a little tangier than Jisung’s but Jisung can’t lie and say tasting it doesn’t make his cock jerk.
Jisung sinks down on Minho’s cock, feeling his veins against his tongue when he presses it flat against Minho’s length. He grazes his teeth accidentally against Minho’s cock and halts his movement when Minho hisses, but instead of telling Jisung to stop, he slides his hand down and presses on the back of Jisung’s neck, his cock sliding deeper inside Jisung’s mouth.
“It’s okay, baby,” Minho breathes out. “Keep going.”
Jisung tries not to choke when Minho’s cock hits the back of his throat, he feels spit dribbling down his mouth and sliding down his neck as his throat constricts around Minho, trying to breathe through his nose and relax his throat to welcome Minho’s cock. Jisung swallows, a slurping sound following.
Jisung’s cock hurts from how hard he is, he digs the heel of his palm against it and moans around Minho’s cock as he bobs his head, hollowing his cheeks and feeling the drag of Minho’s cock against the inside of his mouth.
“Fuck, Jisung,” Minho moans, fingers digging into the skin of Jisung’s neck. “You’re doing, shit, so well, your mouth feels so good.”
The praise rolls down Jisung’s spine like warm honey and they spur him to suck Minho off with more vigour, his cock stretching his lips wide.
Minho grabs Jisung by the hairs on his nape and pulls him off his mouth, a string of saliva connecting the tip of Minho’s cock to Jisung’s lips. Jisung looks up at him, his sweaty fringe falling in his eyes as he licks his lips.
“I was about to come,” Minho pants. “Shit, is this really your first time?”
Jisung clears his throat and nods, his chest heaving.
“Fuck,” Minho says, letting go of Jisung’s neck to wipe down his chin. There’s sweat rolling down his chest and he looks so pretty Jisung just wants to choke on his cock again. “Sit back against the headboard for me.”
Jisung drags himself up the bed and sits against the pillows, Minho crawls towards him and reaches for the waistband of Jisung’s sweats. “Up,” Minho says.
Jisung lifts his hips and Minho slides his sweats down. “Oh,” Minho’s tone is awed as his dark eyes focus on Jisung’s cock. Jisung is so hard, it’s kind of embarrassing how much he’s leaking.
Jisung feels the back of his neck burning. He runs a hand over his head, hissing when Minho’s fingers graze over his overly sensitive and neglected cock.
“Your cock, oh my god,” Minho breathes out.
Jisung whines, rocking his hips up when Minho wraps his hand around his cock.
“So thick,” Minho flicks his wrist, making Jisung rest his head back against the headboard and swallow the spit collecting in his mouth.
“Fuck.” It feels so good to have someone other than himself giving his cock attention.
Jisung feels his hands tremble when he reaches for Minho’s face, burying his fingers in his long hair when Minho leans down and takes him in his mouth and sinks down all the way without choking.
Jisung lets out a punched out moan when Minho swallows around him, his nose digging into Jisung’s skin. Jisung feels his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach, feels it burning, he kicks out his legs. “Shit, shit, pull out before I come.”
Minho swallows around him again, his tongue flat against Jisung’s cock, making Jisung keen, “Please.”
Minho pulls back, sitting back on his heels and flicking his fringe out of his eyes.
“I think I’m gonna come the moment I’m inside you,” Jisung breathes out, pouting.
Minho tilts his head and purses his lips before perking up and slipping out of bed. Jisung makes a curious sound, there’s a hint of a whine to it. “I have an idea, hold tight.”
Minho makes his way to his shelf, grabs something from it and walks back to bed, crawling towards Jisung and straddling his thighs. He holds something round and pink up.
Jisung frowns. “What’s that?”
Minho grins, waving the thing side to side. “A cock ring.”
“A cock ring,” Jisung echoes.
“And it’s adjustable,” Minho chirps.
“What does it do?” Jisung asks.
“Prevents premature ejaculation,” Minho says, eyes big when he looks at Jisung.
“Oh,” Jisung’s lips form an oval.
“Yeah,” Minho grins. “Gonna put it on, okay?”
Jisung nods and groans when Minho slides the cock ring down Jisung’s cock. Jisung sees it stretch around his length until it’s settled at the base, it’s so tight.
“There,” Minho says, circling a finger around the head of Jisung’s cock and making him sigh. “I’m already stretched, by the way. I could just sit on your cock.”
Jisung’s eyes widen.
“But I won’t,” Minho grins, pulling a bottle of lube from under his pillow. “I want you to finger me a bit.”
“I…” Jisung clears his throat when his voice cracks. “Don’t know how.”
Minho hums. “Have you fingered yourself before?”
Jisung nods. “Once.”
“Then you know what to do,” Minho says, snapping the bottle open. “It’s like riding a bike.”
“Why do I feel like that’s bullshit.”
Minho chuckles. “Well, it does take practice.”
“Like riding a bike,” Jisung points out.
“Exactly,” Minho agrees, grinning. “Give me your hand.”
Jisung offers him his hand and Minho takes it, turning it around.
“Open your palm,” Minho commands.
Jisung does and Minho squirts some lube into it before tossing the bottle on his bed. Minho starts slicking three of Jisung’s fingers up with his tongue peeking out of his lips. Jisung wants to bite it.
“There,” Minho says, then manoeuvres himself around so his back is facing Jisung. He has wings tattooed on his shoulder blades and Jisung wants to lick over them. Minho is so broad too. Fuck.
Minho lifts his ass up, propping himself on Jisung’s knee and reaching back to grab his left asscheek and spreading it so his pink hole is exposed. Jisung bites on his bottom lip.
“Get to it, baby,” Minho says, pressing his chest to Jisung’s legs so his ass is up.
Jisung reaches for Minho’s hole, feeling it clench against the tip of his middle finger before he slides it inside, Minho moaning faintly when Jisung wiggles his finger. The slide is easy, so Jisung decides to add another one.
“That’s it,” Minho breathes out. “Crook them.”
Jisung does and Minho jolts with a chuckle. “Fuck, on the first try. Doing so good.”
Jisung is going to get spoiled from how much Minho praises him, they roll down his spine like molten chocolate.
Jisung starts fucking Minho slowly, feeling his hole give under his fingers as he scissors him open. He’s doing what he’s googled before and it seems like his research is paying off because Minho is moaning like a slut.
“Yes,” Minho moans, rocking back on Jisung’s fingers. “Fuck, add another.”
Jisung adds another finger and Minho rolls his hips, his nails biting into the skin of Jisung’s shins.
“Ngh, pull out,” Minho says, but before Jisung can do it, Minho is moving, Jisung’s fingers slipping out of him as he manoeuvres himself around. Jisung watches Minho climb back into his lap, straddling his thighs and looking at Jisung with sweet, teary eyes that give Jisung the urge to give him everything he wants.
Minho gets on his knees.
“Hold your cock up for me,” Minho urges and Jisung reaches for the base of his cock and holds it.
Minho lowers himself, hands finding Jisung’s shoulders and sinking his nails into the skin, only the head of Jisung’s cock catching his rim. Jisung takes his hand off his cock and slides it over Minho’s waist and squeezes, his other one holding onto Minho’s thigh.
Minho starts sinking down slowly, Jisung throwing his head back and his lips dropping open around a silent moan at how tight Minho feels around him. He would probably have come already if not for the ring squeezing around his cock. Minho clenches around him, rolling his hips and making Jisung keen.
“Ah,” Jisung moans as Minho starts bouncing on his cock at a more hurried pace, his nails digging into Minho’s flesh. He opens his eyes a sliver and watches Minho fuck himself on his cock with his eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed. Jisung feels his cock jerk when Minho clenches around him again. He feels himself tremble under Minho’s weight, there’s sweat rolling down his back, his fringe and neck are soaked.
“So big, mmm, fuck,” Minho moans.
Jisung plants his feet on the bed and thrusts up, Minho’s head falling forward when he keens.
“Right there,” Minho breathes out. “Right there, do it again.”
Jisung snaps his hips up again with more force this time, the sound of his skin smacking against Minho’s intermingled with Minho’s moans.
Minho rolls his hips in figure eights, burying his hands on Jisung’s hair and dragging him into a kiss that’s mostly spit and teeth, Jisung groaning against his lips. Minho breathes moans against Jisung’s mouth, hot and damp as he fucks himself on Jisung’s cock like it’s his job to make Jisung lose his mind.
Jisung wraps his shaking arms around Minho’s waist and pulls him closer, feeling Minho’s cock drag against his stomach, a streak of precum staining his skin. Jisung feels like he’s about to burst, his cock hurting from the ring holding back his orgasm.
“Hurts,” Jisung whines, his fingers scratching Minho’s back as he feels tears roll down his eyes, his nose stinging. “Fuck, it hurts.”
“Shh, baby,” Minho shushes him, licking over his cheek as he rides him. “You can take it.”
Jisung’s legs scramble against the sheets as his entire body convulses when Minho clenches around him again, making him moan brokenly.
“Shhh,” Minho peppers kisses over his face, licking over his soaked cheeks. “I got you.”
Jisung keeps moaning as Minho rides him. Minho wraps his arms around his neck and picks up the pace, grunting as he fucks himself on Jisung’s cock. The pace is making Jisung sees starts, his head spinning as Minho bounces on his cock and clenches around him.
“I’m close,” Minho breathes hot against Jisung’s skin. “Fuck, I’m close.”
He picks up the pace, his forehead pressing into Jisung’s as his body goes rigid before he moans, Jisung feels Minho’s cum soaking his skin as Minho rolls his hips lazily, fucking himself through his orgasm. Jisung can only take it, swallowing a moan when Minho’s hole spasms around him.
Minho sits back, Jisung’s cock pulsing inside him.
“Fuck, baby,” Minho pants, running his hand through his sweaty fringe. His stomach is spasming when Jisung looks down at it. “Shit, that was amazing.”
Jisung can’t trust his voice so he just grins weakly.
Minho moves, Jisung’s cock slipping out of him as he manoeuvers himself, coaxing Jisung’s legs open so he can slot himself between them. Minho presses his fingers to the side of Jisung’s cock, it’s so sensitive it jerks at the faintest touch, it has Jisung moaning and resting his head back against the headrest.
Minho pulls the cock ring out, Jisung’s sigh of relief melts into a moan when Minho’s mouth closes around his cock. Jisung clenches his eyes shut, letting Minho suck his soul through his cock. It takes only three bobs of Minho’s head for Jisung to buck his hips up and shoot up in his mouth without a warning, just a guttural, overwhelmed moan.
Minho swallows it greedily, moaning around Jisung’s cock, the vibrations making Jisung’s body spasm. Jisung’s hands are as useless as himself by his sides.
Minho pulls back and wipes his mouth. He grins at Jisung. “How was that?”
“I’m going to pass out,” Jisung pants.
“You need to pee first,” Minho says, climbing out of bed. Jisung watches Minho’s ass bounce as he walks and his cock twitches uselessly at it. Fuck.
Jisung just stays there, trying to refocus his vision.
Holy shit, he’s not a virgin anymore.
He heaves a sigh and slips out of bed, following after Minho with legs that feel like jello.
“I still can’t shit,” Jisung says a week later because he’s a dirty fucking liar, he shat just fine this morning and the morning before that. He’s been able to shit perfectly fine ever since Minho fixed his shy bowel syndrome by sitting on his cock last week.
Minho raises an eyebrow at him from the couch. “Are you trying to fuck me again?”
Jisung pulls his shirt over his head and walks out of the room, making his way to Minho’s room.
“Wait,” Minho yells after him. “I’m coming!”
“You will be!” Jisung yells and smiles to himself as he falls on Minho’s bed and crosses his arms under his head as he hears Minho’s feet smacking against the wooden floor as he runs to his room.
Minho falls on top of Jisung and bites into his cheek. “Wanna know what it feels like to be a bottom?” he asks, licking over Jisung’s skin.
Jisung just grins, grabs Minho’s face and kisses him.