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Minho woke up gradually, eyes still closed as he felt around his bed for his usual comfort plushie, only for his hand to come in contact with warm, bare skin. He froze in place, fingers ghosting over the smooth muscled surface, taking a deep whiff of the blankets bundled in front of him. The scent of spicy vanilla filled his senses, intermingled with the slightest hint of sweet cotton candy and weed, and Minho blinked his eyes open as he realized who it was.
Jisung had clearly already been awake for a while, his head propped up on his hand as he stared at Minho with an amused glint in his eyes. He was shirtless, the smooth expanse of warm honey skin making Minho salivate. Minho’s hand slowly moved down from where it was on Jisung’s bicep, gliding down to his pecs, and he marveled at the way Jisung’s skin pebbled up at the faint touches.
“Feeling me up already, baby?” Jisung said, a smug smile on his face as Minho instantly retracted his hand as if burned. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.”
Minho could feel his ears burning red as he shoved his face into the pillow with an embarrassed whine, trying his best to hide his face as Jisung laughed at his cute reaction.
“Go back to sleep, I’ll go make breakfast for us.”
Jisung rolled out of bed, not even bothering to pull on a shirt before walking out and Minho couldn’t help but run his gaze down Jisung’s back appreciatively, the tattoos on his back rippling over his muscles as he closed the door behind him.
Truth be told, he couldn’t remember much of last night. Minho could vaguely recall getting to Jisung’s apartment and being excited at the prospect of getting fucked, but the last thing he remembered was Jisung letting him settle on his lap as he rested a bag of frozen corn on his knees to help with the bruising. Minho had rested his head back in the crook of Jisung’s neck, Jisung’s arms tightening around Minho’s middle as he murmured softly, “Are you falling asleep, baby?”
And now Minho was here, waking up next to a shirtless Jisung who was now making breakfast for him. It all felt like a fever dream, from the moment he had seen Jisung at that party to this very moment. If he could go back in time to just a day ago and tell himself that he would be in Han Jisung’s bed at the end of his little adventure, he would laugh and call himself delusional.
A delicious smell was already wafting through the closed door and Minho’s stomach growled right on cue. He dragged himself out of bed, noticing that he was wearing a pair of sweatpants that didn’t belong to him, but his cardigan was still the fluffy blue knit that he had picked out the night before. Minho eased the door open, peering through the crack just in time to see Jisung struggling to crack an egg, the broken shell pieces falling into the pan as he desperately tried to fish them out.
There was already a plate out on the counter with a sunny side up egg and a slightly burnt pancake. Minho padded out of the bedroom, pulling out a stool to sit at the counter. Jisung hadn’t noticed him yet, still preoccupied with the egg on his pan, and Minho couldn’t help but let out a giggle at the concentrated look on Jisung’s face, his tongue poking out between his teeth.
Jisung whipped his head around at the sudden sound, only noticing Minho right then. He smiled sheepishly, dropping the last piece of broken shell into a dirty bowl before sliding the egg onto a plate and carrying it to the counter as well.
“Hey, baby,” he said, handing Minho a fork. “How’re you doing?”
Minho popped a piece of pancake into his mouth, savoring the taste for a moment before replying.
“I’m doing great. This all feels like a dream somehow.” He laughed awkwardly. “Yesterday wasn’t too bad, right?”
Jisung raised an eyebrow at him.
“Are you asking about your head game? Cuz that was amazing, don’t sell yourself short.”
Minho flushed, ducking his head in embarrassment and tucking into the meal as Jisung patted his thigh reassuringly.
“So,” Jisung said in between chewing, “what did you wanna do with that weed that you bought from me?”
Minho looked up at him, bewildered.
“But I didn’t pay actual money for it?”
“The way you paid was perfect, baby.”
Minho blushed again, the tips of his ears burning as he thought over Jisung’s question.
“Maybe we can just smoke it today? It’s my first time so I don’t really know what to do.”
Jisung nodded.
“Sounds like a deal.”
They finished off the rest of the food in no time, Jisung grabbing both their plates and setting them in the sink before they settled on the couch.
Jisung rolled a blunt with the weed that Minho had “bought” the previous night, Minho finding himself unable to look away from Jisung’s hands as his fingers nimbly rolled the paper. He still had on the same obnoxiously flashy rings from before and Minho realized belatedly that he probably had an unhealthy obsession with the man’s hands and fingers.
Jisung lit up the end of the blunt and took a hit, breathing out the smoke before patting his thigh and looking at Minho expectantly.
“C’mere, baby.”
His voice was already a little gravelly and Minho could feel heat beginning to pool in his stomach as he clambered onto Jisung’s lap, looping his arms around Jisung’s neck as he waited.
Minho licked his lips nervously, brows furrowed in confusion.
“What… what am I supposed to do?”
“I keep forgetting you haven’t done any of this before.” Jisung laughed. “I’m gonna take a hit of this and I’m gonna need you to press your lips against mine and open your lips slightly so I can blow the smoke into your mouth. Remember to inhale and hold it in for a bit before breathing out, alright?”
Minho nodded, his heartbeat already picking up at the prospect of getting to kiss Jisung. Jisung took a hit from the blunt, settling a hand against the back of Minho’s neck to gently push Minho towards him. Minho leaned in, eyes squeezed shut, as his lips touched Jisung’s. He opened his mouth slightly, savoring the feeling of Jisung’s soft lips pressing against his for a moment before breathing in the smoke Jisung was blowing out. For a moment, Minho was in heaven, their lips melding against one another, Jisung’s hands warm on the nape of his neck and his waist.
Almost instantly Minho began coughing, his throat burning as he hacked into the crook of his elbow. He was tearing up already, his gag reflex kicking in as he dry-heaved, Jisung patting his back comfortingly as he tried to recover.
Minho was struggling to inhale, his breath coming in gasps as his throat felt like it was closing. He began panicking, realizing that he was having an asthma attack. Minho looked back up at Jisung.
He could tell Jisung was beginning to get more concerned, his brows furrowed as he massaged Minho’s shoulder in an effort to calm him down.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
Minho shook his head, pointing at his throat and trying his best to mouth ‘asthma’ to Jisung. Jisung seemed to understand instantly, sliding Minho off his lap and onto the couch next to him as he stood up.
“Fuck,” Jisung swore, “I think my roommate has a spare inhaler somewhere. I’ll be right back.”
He jogged to the other bedroom, returning only seconds later with an inhaler in hand. Jisung pressed it into Minho’s shaking hands, smoothing a hand down Minho’s back as he watched in concern. Minho pressed down on the button to release the medicine, breathing in deeply and holding before breathing out.
Minho’s breathing slowed down gradually, his eyes still watering as he clutched at the hems of his sleeves like a lifeline. He could feel the tears beginning to come on in earnest now, but for an entirely different reason.
He tried his best to wipe away a tear as discreetly as he could, but Jisung caught on right away.
“What is it, baby?”
“What if-” Minho sniffled. “What if you don’t want to fuck me anymore?”
“Of course I still want to fuck you,” Jisung replied, bewildered, “what does that have to do with your asthma?”
Minho snapped his mouth shut, staring at Jisung disbelievingly.
“I thought… I don’t know. I can’t really smoke so that makes me lame. Or something.”
Jisung smiled softly at him.
“That would never be an issue. You don’t need to smoke to date me, baby.”
Minho froze, his mind grinding to a screeching halt. There was no way he had heard that right. He stared at Jisung incredulously. Jisung stared back, the look on his face blissfully unaware of the distress Minho currently was in.
“Date?!”
Jisung waved his hand dismissively.
“Whatever, that’s not that important right now. My point is, I very much would still like to fuck you, as long as you’re still up to it of course.”
Minho blushed, covering his face with sweater paw hands. He mulled over it for a second, glancing up at Jisung who quirked a satisfied half-smile at him. Minho thought back to last night, remembering the weight of Jisung’s cock on his tongue, the way his scalp had stung when Jisung ran his black-nailed fingers through his hair. He had to get that cock inside of him.
“I think I am still up to it,” Minho said, picking at the hem of his sleeves, “but is it okay if I take a shower first?”
“Yeah, of course, baby. It’s down the hall that way.” Jisung handed him a clean pair of underwear and shooed him off out the door.
Minho scurried off to the bathroom, quickly jumping into the shower and rinsing himself off before getting out. Jisung already had a fluffy blue towel hanging on the rack and Minho wrapped it around himself, humming contentedly at the warmth.
Minho hesitated, looking at the pile of clothes he had taken off before the shower and borrowed from Jisung. He definitely still wanted Jisung to fuck him, but he wasn’t sure if he had the guts to actually do what he was thinking.
Feeling bold, he fished out the pair of briefs and put it on, admiring the way the cloth clung to his hips in the mirror before grabbing the rest of the clothes and going to the bedroom.
Jisung was waiting for him on the bed, standing up and pulling Minho by the hips after he had dropped his clothes in a pile near the door. Jisung’s hand settled on his ass as he leaned back to look Minho up and down appreciatively, grabbing a nice handful of his ass and squeezing firmly, pulling a soft moan out of Minho.
Despite Jisung’s body heat warming him up, Minho shivered in the cool air of the bedroom and JIsung frowned at him in concern, running his hands up along Minho’s arms in an effort to warm him up.
“Are you sure you’re okay, baby?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just a little cold.”
Minho pondered for a moment, looking around the room until he spotted the pile of clothes he had changed out of for his shower.
“Maybe I can just wear this?”
Minho picked up his cardigan from last night, preening a little at the way Jisung’s eyes darkened when he spotted the soft blue fabric. Minho put the cardigan on, even doing a little twirl to fill in the tense silence. He clutched at the hem of the knit, biting his lip nervously as he watched Jisung approach him.
Jisung slid a hand across his hip, then up underneath the cardigan, his fingers warm and reassuring as he brushed them against the side of Minho’s waist. He pressed Minho against the wall, their fronts flush against one another as he leaned forward, his breath ghosting over Minho’s mouth for a moment before he pressed his lips against Minho’s.
Their mouths moved in tandem, Minho trembling slightly in Jisung’s hold before melting against him, Jisung’s hold on his waist solid and stabilizing. His mouth fell open with a soft whine, pressing open mouthed kisses against Jisung’s lips until he relented, Jisung slipping his tongue against Minho’s, wet and warm and soft, before biting down on Minho’s bottom lip, pulling out slightly before letting go. He moved downwards, pressing kisses down the length of Minho’s neck until he reached the flushed skin of Minho’s collarbone.
Jisung mouthed at the hollow of Minho’s throat, his lips brushing lightly over Minho’s collarbone, leaving trails of blazing heat in its wake. Minho shuddered against Jisung, his mouth falling open in a silent moan, his hips twitching up involuntarily as Jisung trailed a hand over the curve of Minho’s hipbone, the light touches sending a tingle down the length of his spine.
Minho choked out a high pitched moan as Jisung grazed his teeth over the edge of his jaw, trying to buck his hips up again, but Jisung held him down, callused fingers sliding over Minho’s damp skin.
“Please,” Minho whined, “Please, I want more.”
Jisung hummed contemplatively against the skin of Minho’s neck.
“Want more what, baby? I’m already giving you a lot, aren’t I?”
Without warning, Jisung pressed the heel of his palm against Minho’s cock, grinding down over the fabric, over the wet spot already forming from the precum leaking from Minho.
Minho cried out, his hips straining to grind against the delicious pressure on his cock, but all he could do was take it as Jisung pressed down even harder, more precum spreading across the front of his briefs.
“What more did you want?” Jisung murmured, his lips curling up into a smirk. “Use your words, babydoll.”
Minho whined wordlessly, twitching in Jisung’s hold, but Jisung only cocked his head to the side, eyeing Minho expectantly. Jisung reached a hand up to caress the side of Minho’s neck, hesitating a moment before brushing the pad of his thumb over Minho’s Adam’s apple. Minho shuddered, his eyes sliding closed at the sensation, Jisung’s touch electrifying yet comforting.
“I told you to use your words, hm? C’mon, baby, I know you can do better.”
“I want,” Minho gasped, “I want you inside of me. I want you to come inside me, fill me up until I can’t take any more, until it's leaking out of me.”
Minho was unsure of where his sudden boldness had come from, but there was no going back now. He squeezed his eyes shut momentarily, not wanting to see Jisung’s reaction, but there was only a stunned silence hanging in the air. Minho slowly opened his eyes to look at Jisung, whose eyes were swirling with a mix of wonder and awe.
“God,” Jisung breathed, “you’re incredible .”
“I- what?” Minho stuttered. “I’m sorry, I-”
“So you want me to breed you?” Jisung said, leaning forward to press an open mouthed kiss against Minho’s lips. “Have you screaming out my name as I fill you up?”
Minho moaned into the kiss, arching his back as Jisung’s hands brushed over his waist, tugging at his briefs until they slipped off his hips and onto the floor. Jisung grasped Minho’s cock, sliding his thumb over the head, slick with precum.
“Yes, please ,” Minho gasped, “I want to be able to feel you for days after.”
This time it was Jisung who moaned into Minho’s mouth, letting Minho nip at his bottom lip as he gave Minho’s cock a firm stroke, precum slicking the way.
Jisung pressed a last kiss against Minho’s lips, letting go of his cock before stepping backwards, pulling Minho along as he went, twisting them around so that Minho would reach the bed first. Minho fell back onto the bed, scooting upwards so that Jisung could crawl up after him, slotting his hips between Minho’s legs as he leaned over Minho to grab the lube from his nightstand.
“Hold your legs up for me, baby.”
Minho complied, sliding his hands underneath his knees to keep himself open and ready for Jisung. His cardigan had fallen open, his chest and collarbones completely bared to the cold air, but the sleeves still remained oversized, forming sweater paws as he adjusted his grip. Minho smiled up at Jisung when he returned, lube-coated fingers pressing against his entrance as Jisung leaned forward to nuzzle into Minho’s neck.
“You ready?” Jisung asked.
His lips brushed over Minho’s jaw as he spoke, pulling a strained gasp out of Minho as those fingers circled around his rim. It suddenly hit him all at once that he was about to have Han Jisung’s cock inside his ass and his heart was racing at the prospect of finally getting to fuck Jisung. He gulped nervously, fidgeting around with his hips a bit to get comfortable.
“Y-yeah.”
Jisung frowned, his fingers hesitating where they were prodding at Minho’s entrance.
“Are you sure? It’s really completely fine if you changed your mind.”
Minho shook his head.
“I just… I guess I’m finally realizing that this is real and happening, yanno?” Minho blushed when Jisung grinned at him, tinted with the faintest hint of cockiness. “I’m glad my first time is with you.”
The edges of Jisung’s smile softened into something else, almost fond as he stroked the inside of Minho’s thigh with his clean hand.
“For what it’s worth, I’m glad your first time is with me too.” Jisung leaned forward to press a kiss against Minho’s lips. “Make sure to tell me if you want to stop or slow down or anything.”
Minho nodded, biting his bottom as he watched Jisung press a finger into him, Jisung making sure to watch his face carefully for any signs of discomfort.
The feeling was weird but not uncomfortable. It’s not like Minho hadn’t fingered himself before, but it just felt so different when someone else was doing it. Jisung pumped his finger in and out, making sure to go slowly until Minho shifted his hips and stared at him imploringly.
He slid another finger in, stroking them upwards, fingertips just barely brushing against Minho’s prostate, pulling a strangled moan out of Minho. Minho arched his back, almost losing his grip underneath his knees, but he caught himself in time.
The third finger went quickly and smoothly, the added stretch only driving Minho closer and closer to finishing even though he hadn’t even had Jisung’s cock inside him yet. Minho’s cock was left against his stomach, neglected and leaking precum in a small slick puddle on his skin. Jisung reached out with his free hand and stroked a finger down the length of it, jolting a choked whimper out of Minho.
“Jisung, please,” he gasped, twitching as Jisung thumbed at his slit, “need you inside of me. Don’t wanna come without you inside, please .”
Jisung slid his fingers out and sat up slightly, Minho biting down on his bottom lip as he watched Jisung pump his own cock a few times before leaning forward, the head pressing lightly against Minho’s rim. Minho could feel his entrance give slightly, the head of Jisung’s cock squeezing in halfway before slipping out and Minho whimpered, shifting down desperately to try and get Jisung’s cock back inside of him.
“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” Jisung murmured, pressing a kiss against the inside of Minho’s thigh, “I’m gonna take care of you.”
Jisung shifted forward, the head of his cock nudging against his entrance again before he was pressing into Minho, deeper and deeper, the stretch a pleasant burn that sent pulsating heat through Minho’s core. Minho already knew that Jisung’s cock was big, but the slide of it inside him felt neverending, his insides rearranging to accommodate around the thick girth of Jisung’s cock until he was all the way in, Jisung’s hips flush against Minho.
Minho bit down on his lip to stifle a moan, hard enough that he could almost taste a metallic tinge, but Jisung tutted disapprovingly at him, gently pulling his lip from his teeth.
“I want to hear all of your pretty sounds, babydoll.”
This time Minho didn’t hold back as Jisung grinded into him slowly, barely thrusting. Minho whined as the head of Jisung’s cock grazed over his prostate, Jisung reaching up a hand to thumb over Minho’s nipple, a sudden pinch jolting a startled whimper out of him.
Jisung continued to rock into him gently, letting Minho adjust to the stretch of his rim, until Minho was feverish with desperation at the way Jisung’s cock just barely brushed against his prostate.
“Please, I want more,” he whispered, trying to shift his hips to make the thrusts deeper. “I can take more, Jisung. I’m not fragile.”
“Is that so? I don’t think you know what you’re in for, baby.”
Minho cried out as Jisung began moving in earnest, his cock sliding in and out of his hole with a wet squelching sound. His fingers dug into the skin of his thighs as he strained to hold his legs open, sweat making his grip clammy. Jisung’s cock filled him up so well, pressing against his walls and stretching his hole in the most achingly delicious way.
Jisung leaned forward, Minho’s legs naturally sliding over his shoulders as Jisung pressed into him until Minho was practically folded in half, the new position making Jisung’s cock reach even deeper inside of him and angle right against his prostate, the sudden slide of it across the sensitive spot pulling another high-pitched whimper out of Minho.
“Shit,” Jisung breathed, “You’re so fucking flexible. From what, babydoll? Do you spread your legs in the mirror to watch you finger yourself as you think of me?”
Minho could only moan in response, Jisung’s words making him flush all the way down to his chest. He couldn’t even deny it if he could speak. There had been many moments of weakness since the time he had first seen Jisung at the party and there was something so humiliating yet intoxicating about being able to see in the mirror how wrecked he looked just at the thought of Jisung.
“I’ll bet you do, don’t you? Cock hungry little slut, but only hungry for mine .”
Jisung slid a hand across the front of Minho’s throat, only loosely wrapping his palm against the front and squeezing lightly along the sides, but Minho melted at the touch, his eyes practically rolling back in his head as Jisung increased the pressure slightly. His mouth fell open with a strained gasp, saliva pooling on his tongue and drooling down the sides of his chin.
Even with his cock untouched, Minho was already dangerously close to coming with every slide of Jisung’s cock over his prostate, his breathing labored and strained from the weight of Jisung’s hand around his throat. The rings on Jisung’s hand were cold against the heated skin of Minho’s neck, the metal brushing against his jaw as Jisung smoothed his thumb over Minho’s cheek.
Minho keened as Jisung wrapped a hand around his cock, squeezing at the base and stroking firmly before thumbing at the slit, the rhythm of his hips unfaltering as he fucked into Minho. The slap of skin against skin stung lightly on Minho’s ass, but the sting quickly turned from pain into pleasure.
Minho was unbearably close to coming and he let go of one of his legs to paw at Jisung’s shoulder, gripping the muscle tightly as he fought to keep his eyes open. Jisung looked down on him with such an intense look in his eyes Minho was almost afraid to meet his gaze, the sweat dripping down his face and trailing over the black ink on his neck only making him more attractive.
“Please, I wanna come,” Minho gasped, digging his nails into Jisung’s skin as Jisung stroked over his cock, “I-I’m so close, please .”
“Since you asked so nicely,” Jisung murmured, the pace of his thrusts unfaltering, “go ahead, babydoll. Come all over that pretty cock for me.”
Jisung twisted his wrist, the friction making Minho tremble underneath him as he finally tipped over the edge, coming all over Jisung’s hand. His hole clenched around Jisung’s cock, Minho whimpering as Jisung continued fucking him through his orgasm, hand still fisting over his softening cock.
Minho shivered in oversensitivity as Jisung’s thrusts grew more frantic, losing his rhythm before he followed, burying his cock deep in Minho’s ass as he came. Jisung slumped on top of him, catching himself on his elbows so that he didn’t crush Minho, but Minho reached up to wrap his arms around Jisung, pulling him down until Jisung flopped on top of him with a soft oomph .
“Baby, we’re all sticky and sweaty,” Jisung murmured into Minho’s neck, but he made no move to get up, only shifting around slightly to get more comfortable.
“Don’t care,” Minho mumbled, wrapping his legs around Jisung’s hips, “‘m tired.”
Jisung huffed a quiet laugh, the breath tickling the damp hair behind Minho’s ear, humming thoughtfully for a moment. He lurched backwards and stood up, bringing Minho with him. Minho squeaked and squeezed tighter with his legs to hold onto Jisung, his thighs pressing against Jisung’s waist.
Jisung’s hands came down to rest underneath Minho’s ass automatically, hauling him up a few inches so that he wouldn’t slip.
“C’mon, baby. You can lean on me while we shower, okay?”
Minho flushed and nodded, nosing into Jisung’s neck and allowing himself to be carried to the bathroom. Jisung’s softening cock was still inside of him, but Minho had calmed down enough that it didn’t really affect him. He clenched around it, smiling delightedly into Jisung’s shoulder when he heard Jisung let out a pained groan at the friction around his dick.
“Still playing around? Did you want another round?” Jisung laughed, squeezing at Minho’s ass.
Minho shook his head, stepping down from Jisung’s hold and slipping off his sweater now that they had arrived at the bathroom.
“Last one in the shower has to buy dinner!”
He dashed towards the shower, leaping in before peering around the edge of the curtain, smiling at Jisung’s perplexed yet endeared expression.
“C’mon, baby. That’s not fair.”
“Too fucking bad,” Minho said, giggling as he ducked back behind the curtain. He could hear Jisung sigh fondly before joining him as well.