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Jisung loves his best friend. Is a little in love with him, actually, and so having Minho stay with him for a week while his apartment got fumigated was no big deal. It was basically an extended sleepover – another thing Jisung loves – but this time when he woke up next to Minho each morning, he didn’t immediately dread the oncoming ‘I need to get back to the babies’ Minho inevitably would mumble in his deep, sleepy morning voice.
With the cats staying at Minho’s parents for the entirety of the fumigation, Jisung has had Minho truly all to himself, and he’s loved every minute of it. He’s almost sad to watch Minho throw his duffle bag over his shoulder on his way out the door.
Almost.
Because as much as Jisung loves his best friend – which is a lot, by the way, if that wasn’t clear – he loves getting off almost as much. It’s a close race between Minho, an orgasm, and good cheesecake. But Jisung’s apartment is only a studio, and with Minho in his bed, or in the kitchen, or on his couch, Jisung hasn’t been able to get any sort of relief for going on eight days, and he feels a little bit like he might die. Or that a swift breeze could bring him to his knees.
He and Minho have been politely ignoring each others morning wood for the past few days, but there’s a ravenous, feral part of Jisung’s brain that wants Minho to push him into the mattress, kiss him morning breath and all, and fucking take him.
It’s that feral part of his brain that led him to prepping and plugging himself in the shower this morning while Minho packed. He knew that he’d want to get his hand down his pants the second Minho left, and prep is tedious and time consuming because Jisung is nothing if not thorough and – well. And because there was something irresistible about the idea of touching himself with Minho just on the other side of the door, completely unaware. Sue him.
Jisung waits an entire ten minutes – just enough time for Minho to get to the bus stop – before he rips off his shirt and shoves his pants down to his ankles and falls facedown onto his mattress. The plug jostles in him deliciously, and he pushes his face into his pillow to muffle the noise. His body feels like a livewire – it has all morning, ever since he toweled off and pulled on his boxers, holding the plug snugly in place. He sat with it all throughout the breakfast Minho made him, throughout the two rounds of Mario Kart they played right after until Minho’s landlord gave him the all clear. He even managed to bite back a whimper when Minho, as he is wont to do, landed one last slap on Jisung’s ass before he left.
Jisung ruts down on his mattress, burying his face deeper into the pillow. He realizes almost belatedly that it’s the one Minho used, and feels saliva pool in his mouth as he inhales deeply. Okay. Maybe he’s more than a little in love with his best friend. It’s fine. It’s a secret held firmly between him, his heart, and this pillow.
Jisung whimpers when he reaches behind himself, tugging on the plug, just light enough that it pulls at his rim. The jewel on the end – a cute little heart – is slippery with lube, and Jisung immediately brings his hand forward to wrap around his cock, already half hard. He’s making enough noise that, if anyone were to hear him, he’d be embarrassed about it. Jisung opens his mouth and bites down on the pillow, immediately soaking the cotton. With his nose buried so deep in it, and now the corner of it in his mouth, Jisung feels surrounded. His only thought is Minhominhominho. But that’s also nothing new.
Jisung pulls on his cock once, twice, and he’s suddenly painfully hard. He’s always been a little bit sensitive, but usually nothing this bad. The eight day hiatus must really have gotten to him. He refuses to think about any other reasons he might be particularly worked up, even as he shoves his nose further into the pillow.
Despite having only barely touched himself, Jisung is gone far enough that he doesn’t hear the sound of footsteps approaching his door, completely tunes out the sound of the key in his lock, and doesn’t notice that the door is opening until he hears Minho’s cut off, “I forgot my– Oh.”
Startled, Jisung’s hand squeezes around his cock, and he bites back a pathetic whimper. He looks over his shoulder to find Minho standing in the doorway, one hand still on the knob, staring at him. More specifically, staring at Jisung’s ass and the cute pink plug nestled between his cheeks.
Minho’s eyes flicker from Jisung’s ass, to his face, to his ass again, and he steps– into the apartment? And closes the door behind him, dropping his bag. Jisung, still with his ass in the air and one hand around his cock, makes no move to cover himself. In fact, his dick twitches in his hand at the feeling of Minho’s eyes on him.
“My pillow,” Minho chokes out. His gaze flickers away from Jisung’s eyes again, but this time only down to his mouth. That is still biting down on Minho’s pillow.
Jisung, coming back to himself, releases the pillow and curls in on himself. It unfortunately does nothing to hide the buttplug nestled within him, but does hide his red, leaking cock. Minho doesn’t move from his place in the doorway.
“S-sorry,” Jisung chokes out, feeling pathetic. He shifts on the bed, jostling the plug, and bites down on a whimper. His erection isn’t flagging. In fact, he may be getting harder. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t–” Minho takes a deep breath. “Don’t be sorry.”
Jisung should be mortified – fuck, he is mortified – but he’s also distinctly aware that Minho isn’t leaving. He’s not getting any closer, but he isn’t leaving. Jisung slowly reaches for the pillow, watching as Minho's eyes rake up and down the exposed line of his body. Jisung pushes the pillow to the edge of the bed.
“You can– you can take it,” Jisung says. Minho’s eyes finally break away from him, and fall upon the pillow instead. The corner is wet with Jisung’s spit. “Sorry about the, um… yeah.”
Minho makes his way towards the bed on shaky legs. Jisung watches him carefully, the way his eyes flit between Jisung and the pillow, the way he looks ever so briefly at Jisung’s body before looking away again.
The good thing, Jisung thinks, about having a best friend, is knowing what they look like when they want something. And Minho is looking at him like he’s never wanted something more.
When Minho reaches for the pillow, Jisung puts a hand on his wrist. It’s a little less than Kosher, his lube-sticky hand on Minho’s clean skin, but Minho doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he looks a little brain-dead, if Jisung’s being honest. Like his nose might start bleeding at any moment.
“Hyung–”
“Jisungie–”
“Do you wanna–”
“You can keep the pillow–”
“Fuck me, please.” Jisung requests kindly, batting his eyelashes. Minho looks at him – blinks once, twice, three times. Then he gently, so gently, wriggles out of Jisung’s grip. Jisung’s heart sinks. It’s okay if Minho doesn’t want him. Jisung has lived this long being in unrequited love with him. He’ll be okay.
It’s not like he’s ass in the air presenting himself to his best friend, or anything.
“Jisung,” Minho says, voice very solemn. He swallows roughly. Jisung watches the way his adams apple bobs. “Are you– are you sure? Do you want this?”
Jisung nods fervently. “More than anything I’ve ever wanted in the world, probably.”
“More than you want a pet dinosaur?”
“Way more.”
It must be enough confirmation for Minho, because suddenly he’s stepping closer to the bed – no, he’s on the bed, hovering over Jisung, looking at him like he might be Minho’s last meal. Jisung hears Minho’s shoes thunk to the ground, and then Minho is pulling at him, unraveling him until he’s spread out, ass still presented, but his cock no longer hidden.
Minho takes a deep breath. “When did you do this, Sungie?”
Minho’s fingers reach up and catch on the plug, making Jisung whimper. He pushes backward, trying to get friction, and Minho pulls back and immediately slaps him on the ass. Jisung chokes on a moan.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have–”
“Again,” Jisung moans, pushing his hand back against Minho’s palm. His ass stings just from the barest of hits, and he wants to feel it again – wants to feel it tomorrow, when he puts on his clothes, when he sits in the studio for hours, when he comes home and inevitably pokes the bruises to get himself off again and again and again.
“Holy fuck,” Minho breathes. His palm runs softly against the skin of Jisung’s ass. “You’re perfect, Sung-ah.”
“I know, fuck me please,” Jisung says. Minho laughs and plays with the plug again, this time leaning over Jisung’s back as he does so. Minho envelopes Jisung deliciously – his broad shoulders cover Jisung’s entirely, and the way that he’s kissing the back of Jisung’s neck and down his spine makes Jisung feel surrounded by him in the best way.
Minho pulls the plug out with a slick little pop, and Jisung whines at the emptiness. Minho slaps him again, this time just lightly. “Patience, Jisung.”
And Jisung – he’s trying, okay? But his hot as hell best friend is about to fuck him silly (hopefully) and Jisung can’t even see him. Sue a guy for being a little needy. Jisung pushes himself off his elbows and onto his hands so he can more easily look over his shoulder. Minho is on his knees behind him, fiddling with the button of his pants.
“Be faster,” Jisung begs, wiggling his ass to try and entice Minho. He expects Minho to laugh, or at least playfully roll his eyes, but instead he just raises his eyebrows, and then his hand, and slaps Jisung right over his exposed hole.
Jisung’s elbows buckle and he whines, opening his mouth to bite at Minho’s pillow again.
“I said be patient,” Minho scolds. Jisung nods, tears forming in his eyes, and makes no other moves to get Minho inside him faster. He waits while Minho takes his sweet time pushing his pants and underwear down, just enough to expose his cock.
It dawns on Jisung then that he’s naked as the day he was born and Minho is fully clothed.
He leaks messily onto the sheets below him.
“You ready, Jisungie?” Minho asks eventually, one hand on Jisung’s ass, the other around his own cock. Jisung nods as best he can with the pillow still in his mouth, and Minho tuts. He leans over Jisung’s body and rips the pillow out of his mouth, tossing it off the bed. “I want to hear you.”
Jisung moans wantonly as Minho pushes into him, the feeling of being filled making his toes curl. Minho is big, and it’s making Jisung feel a little crazy. Minho gives him time to adjust, petting Jisung’s ass while he waits, as if planning out where he’ll land his next blow.
“G-good,” Jisung whimpers. He’s so sensitive from not getting off for so long. “I’m good, hyung, please.”
Minho moves his hands from Jisung’s ass to his hips and begins fucking Jisung on his cock. Jisung whines – there’s something insanely erotic about Minho moving him instead of Minho thrusting himself. Like Jisung is just a doll for Minho to use.
“There you go, Sungie, let me hear those pretty noises,” Minho says, his voice low. High pitched whines slip out of Jisung’s mouth every time he’s pulled back, his ass slapping against Minho’s taut stomach. Minho moves one hand from Jisun’s waist to in between his shoulder blades, pressing him down, down, down, into the mattress.
Jisung’s cheek slides against the sheets with every thrust, and it’s not until he feels wetness on his skin that he realizes he’s drooling. Drooling.
“Aw, look at you,” Minho sneers, pulling Jisung back onto his cock even faster. “Leaking for me everywhere. From your mouth, from your tiny little cock; you gonna start crying too, baby?”
Jisung doesn’t answer, too overwhelmed, and then he feels Minho’s palm come down hard on his ass. Jisung jolts with a cry. “Answer me, Jisung. Are you going to cry for me like a pathetic little bitch?”
“N-no,” Jisung answers, but he feels the stinging in his eyes and knows that Minho is going to make him a liar. Suddenly Minho’s arm is going from between his shoulder blades and instead wraps around his chest, pulling him up and back until Jisung’s back is flush against Minho’s chest.
Like this, with his cock hanging in the air and his back arched, he feels oh so exposed. He’s leaking steadily between his legs, there’s drool on his chin and sneaky tears making their way down his cheeks. Humiliation stirs deep in his gut, along with intense arousal.
“H-hyung,” Jisung whimpers, feeling limp as a ragdoll as Minho uses him.
“Okay, Jisungie? You feeling good?” Minho asks, his voice suddenly soft. Jisung nods, his head falling back against Minho’s shoulder. He turns his head towards Minho and the fabric scratches at his overheated cheek.
“Kiss. Please,” Jisung mutters, feeling fucked out. Minho smiles at him and nods, his movements slowing as he presses his mouth to Jisung’s. Minho’s lips are as soft as they’ve always looked, and Jisung downright mewls when Minho pushes his tongue between his lips. Jisung’s mouth drops open easily, giving Minho all the access he needs to lick across his tongue and teeth, taking him and taking him and taking him.
Jisung tries his best to kiss back, but he mostly just breathes in Minho’s air and lets Minho kiss him. When he starts thrusting again in earnest, Jisung moans into Minho’s mouth, his teeth nipping at Minho’s lips. Another soft blow lands on Jisung’s thigh, and he has to bite back a smile.
“That’s what you wanted, huh? Biting your hyung just to get hit. Kind of slutty of you, Jisungie,” Minho says, using his other hand to spank Jisung’s other cheek.
Jisung shudders. “Hyung, I’m close, I’m ah, ah–”
“You can come, baby. C’mon. Let it all out for hyung,” Minho mutters, driving into Jisung even faster. Minho’s practically holding them both up, with Jisung having gone limp in his arms. Jisung comes untouched all over himself and the sheets. He thinks that Minho might let him go, maybe jerk himself off over Jisung’s body, but instead Minho reaches around to grab onto his spent cock.
“H-hyung, what–”
“It’s okay, baby,” Minho shushes. He runs his fingers tips around Jisung’s leaking head, and Jisung convulses under the touch. It feels – it’s too much; it’s too good. Jisung’s never come twice in a row before, but this feels different. It feels like– like he might– “I told you, let it all out for hyung.”
“I– I can’t– the sheets, hnng.” Jisung involuntarily thrusts up into Minho’s hand, putting more pressure on his sensitive head.
“Don’t worry about the sheets, hyung will take care of it,” Minho promises, his voice barely above a whisper in Jisung’s ear. “Just let go, Jisungie.”
And Jisung does. His body tries to twist away from Minho’s hand at the same time as it aches to get closer, and it only takes once more of Minho’s skilled fingers running over his head before his body clenches and a second orgasm rips through him. Wet droplets spray out from under Minho’s hand, drenching his fingers and the sheets underneath them. Jisung clenches hard around Minho’s cock, and the feeling of Minho’s own release filling him up makes him whimper.
“There you go, Jisungie, there you go,” Minho chokes through his own pleasure. Minho lets go of his cock when Jisung bats at his hand, and Jisung immediately flops down onto the soaked bedsheets. He can hear the wrinkle in Minho’s nose when he asks, “are you sure you want to lay down right there?”
Jisung waves his hand tiredly. “I’m leaking your come out of my ass and I think I just pissed myself. I can lay wherever I want to.”
Minho laughs, running his hands reverently along Jisung’s naked back. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Minho’s shirt hit the floor, then feels him shift as he finally takes off his pants and underwear.
Minho lays down next to him, his hands coming back to Jisung’s arm, swirling soft patterns along the skin. Jisung turns his head to look at him. “Hyung, do you want to do this again?”
Minho raises an eyebrow. “Two orgasms wasn’t enough for you?”
Jisung rolls his eyes, feeling himself blush. “I just meant, like, in the future. Do you want to… do this again. With me.”
“Are you asking me out right now, Han Jisung?”
Jisung pushes at Minho’s chest and rolls out of the bed. His knees buckle a little bit but he manages to keep himself upright. “Never mind. You’re a dick.”
Minho reaches out and pulls Jisung back into the bed, planting a kiss on his pouting mouth. He pulls Jisung close, wrapping himself around Jisung’s back. He runs a hand lovingly over the hand-shaped print on his ass. “Of course I’d love to do this again, Sung-ah. You were made for me.”
“And… and what about, um, the other stuff?”
“My come is leaking out of you and you’re too embarrassed to ask me to be your boyfriend?”
“You’re the worst.”
“Yes, Jisung, I will be your boyfriend,” Minho says, kissing the back of Jisung’s red, blushing neck. He pats Jisung’s hip gently, which makes Jisung shiver. “Come on. We need to shower and change these sheets.”
“What about your apartment? The babies?” Jisung asks, letting Minho guide him out of bed. Minho shrugs.
“They can probably wait another day.”