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Minho doesn’t know how he got here.
Well, of course he does – he’s just surprised, that’s all.
He’s surprised to have a lapful of Yang Jeongin, long, gangly limbs wrapped around him, with his wide eyes and his soft lips drawn into a little pout, saying something about kissing him.
The talk about Jeongin’s first had gone a little like this:
Minho was naked under his blankets. Without the bunk beds from the old dorm, his makeshift privacy curtain was no longer functional. That hadn’t stopped him from chilling naked in his bed, and the “under the blanket” tactic seemed pretty good in case anyone did happen to barge in unannounced.
Jeongin’s arrival was definitely announced though, with a soft knock on the door and a slightly muffled, “Can I come in, hyung?”
“Yeah,” Minho says, getting himself decent (read: pulling the sheets up a little higher to cover himself. He didn’t know where he’d tossed his boxers, okay?) as the door opens.
It only takes Jeongin a few strides to get from the door to Minho’s bed, but Jeongin seems a little… apprehensive. He doesn’t carry himself like he usually does, with a little confidence and self-assurance. He’s picking at the skin on his fingers, and Minho knows-
“What’s up, Innie?” Minho asks. Jeongin is practically looming over him, though slightly distraught as their eyes meet.
“Um- I- Uh,” Jeongin starts. “Can I ask you about… sex?”
Minho sits up a little more now, blinking at Jeongin. “What about sex?”
“Like, have you done it before?” Jeongin asks.
He still wasn’t very sure where this conversation was going. Regardless, he answers earnestly, “Yeah. Fooled around with girls and guys. In school, from the company… Yeah.”
Jeongin seems a little surprised. “Like, actual sex?”
Minho doesn’t snort in amusement, only because he doesn’t want Jeongin to feel weird or uncomfortable asking him about this kind of thing. “I mean, stuff like handjobs and blowjobs count, but if you’re talking about penetrative sex, then yes to that too. I’ve stuck my dick in people, and I’ve had people’s dicks inside of me.”
“Oh. Wow.”
“Why do you ask?” Minho prods carefully. He wants to know, and curiosity hasn’t killed him just yet.
Jeongin looks like he almost doesn’t want to say it, but he lets it out anyway. “I- Um. Well, I haven’t done all that.”
Minho furrows his brows. “Of course you haven’t. You stopped being a baby like, two years ago,” Minho says, lifting his wrist to pretend like he’s checking his watch. His watch is sitting on the bedside table, but Minho’s not one for semantics anyway. Jeongin snorts. “There’s no way you could’ve really fooled around since after our debut. And you know, if you don’t want it, you don’t need to have sex-”
“But I want it, though,” Jeongin asserts with a surprising determination in his voice. It shocks both himself and Minho. “I just… want to try it.”
“Okay,” Minho says. “You’re hot. You can have your pick of basically anyone in the company. Some of the girls are pretty cute, but you’ve got to make sure they won’t talk about-”
“I don’t want a girl.” Jeongin says flatly.
He shrugs. “Okay, I’m not one to judge. There are plenty of guys too-”
Wincing, Jeongin tries to explain, “I don’t want anyone else from the company. I’d like to keep it… within our group, if you know what I mean.”
Minho’s brows raise. “Well, okay. How about Chan-hyung?”
Jeongin’s face immediately scrunches up with disgust. “Ew. No. He’s like, my dad. I don’t want to fuck my dad.”
“He’s not- Ugh, fine.” Minho scrunches his nose at the thought. “You have a lot of choices even within the group.”
Exhaling deeply, Jeongin shakes his head. “God, you’re so dense. I want you , hyung. Why the hell else would I come to you asking about sex?”
He stares at Jeongin like he’s just grown a second head. He’s always been the straightforward one, blunt and honest about what he wants. Now, it’s Jeongin.
And Jeongin wants to fuck him ?
He sees Jeongin’s face start to grow nervous, as if he’s afraid of getting rejected by Minho. He can’t even bear to tease him about it.
“Okay,” Minho says instead. “If you want me to teach you about sex, I’ll do it.”
And then, Jeongin plops himself into Minho’s lap. Minho lets out a soft oof , as Jeongin basically sits on Minho’s dick through the sheets and his own sweatpants. Jeongin’s arms loop behind Minho’s neck, his legs straddling him. Pulling out his best puppydog eyes and drawing his lips into a pout, he murmurs for Minho to kiss him.
“Have you even had your first kiss?” Minho starts to sweat, nervous.
Jeongin blinks down at him, their height difference while standing made even more severe like this. “Nothing that counts, no. I’ve heard you’re a pretty good kisser, though?”
“Where’d you hear that from?” Minho gulps, unafraid to lock eyes with Jeongin even as he runs a teasing finger down his chest. Jeongin bats his lashes innocently.
“A little chickie told me,” Jeongin chuckles.
“Felix…”
“Don’t blame him. He was tipsy one night while we were drinking and just blurted it out,” Jeongin laughs. “But it got me where I am now, didn’t it?”
Minho stares into Jeongin’s eyes, wide and eager and waiting. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“So kiss me already,” Jeongin says, almost a murmur between them, and Minho dives in.
He’s gentle at first, hand guiding Jeongin’s chin just slightly so they get the angle right. Jeongin’s a quick learner, and he replicates how Minho moves his lips pretty easily. The pressure is almost spot-on. When Jeongin pushes forward to try and get more of Minho, Minho pushes back, taking back control.
Jeongin’s pliancy is cute, whining as Minho deepens the kiss just slightly. Minho’s hand comes up to support the back of Jeongin’s head, his lips parting slightly to let Minho lick into his mouth.
It’s hot and warm and wet, slightly messy with how Jeongin tries to reciprocate accordingly, but when they finally pull apart with a sloppy smack, Minho feels out of breath.
“Not bad,” Minho says, shocked. “You sure this is your first time making out with someone?”
“Yeah,” Jeongin asserts simply, blinking innocently. “Not too bad yourself.”
Minho rolls his eyes and laughs. “Watch it before I call it quits, kid.”
“Noooo,” Jeongin whines, bouncing childishly in Minho’s lap. Minho chokes back his surprise. His poor dick. “Teach me something.”
Minho hums thoughtfully, eyes scanning Jeongin’s face, down his body, and finally to his crotch, where the outline of his cock starts to show through the grey of his sweatpants.
“Have you gotten a handjob?” Minho asks.
“No. But it’s the same as me jerking off, isn’t it?” Jeongin quips back, adding to his point with a crude back-and-forth motion with his fist.
“Most definitely not,” Minho smirks. “Can I get your cock out?”
Jeongin bites down on his lip. “Please.”
He watches eagerly as Minho’s hands make quick work, one urging his waistband down while the other tugs his cock out from the confines of his pants and underwear.
“You’re big,” Minho notes, blinking down at the very sizable dick in his very small hand.
“Don’t say it like it’s weird,” Jeongin says, a little flustered. “Besides, I thought it was pretty average.”
“Are you kidding me?” Minho’s bewildered. “What kind of dicks have you seen that would make you think yours is average ?”
Jeongin coughs. “I watch a lot of porn.”
“Jeez. Okay,” Minho chuckles, before he leans forward to spit onto Jeongin’s cock. He’s thankful he doesn’t miss, as the string of saliva from his mouth breaks as it slides down the side of Jeongin’s dick. He’d tried doing this with a hookup a couple of years prior, and it ended up on the guy’s shirt instead. Embarrassing. Minho tries not to think too much about it.
For now, Jeongin seems interested enough in the way Minho had done that so casually. Minho starts to move his hand, slow as it squelches with the help of his spit. Jeongin instantly reacts, letting out a whine from his slightly parted lips. Minho moves his hand expertly, the tips of his fingers barely able to make a fist around the thickness of Jeongin’s length. His palm rubs against the underside, over the vein that has Jeongin writhing.
“Is that good?” Minho asks softly. He wants to pleasure Jeongin, make him feel good, and asking him to tell him is the best way he knows how. Also, it gives Minho a way to tease the life out of Jeongin, which he also very much appreciates.
Jeongin is so pretty like this. He looks like he can’t choose between biting down on his lower lip, making it look so much softer and plumper than it already is, and letting his mouth fall open as he whines from how good he feels. His eyes are scrunched shut, the epitome of pleasure. In an attempt to respond, he nods, causing his bangs to fall into his face.
“Use your words, honey,” Minho coos. The hand on Jeongin’s waist tightens, urging him to answer. The one that’s jerking Jeongin off squeezes too, as Minho tightens his grip at the head before pulling his hand off. It’s heavy as it flops against Minho’s stomach. Jeongin lets out a pathetic squeak, eyes flying open in search of why Minho’s hand isn’t on his dick anymore.
“Please- Yes, it feels good. I- Need more, please, hyung,” He babbles, eyes growing wet as he pouts at Minho.
“You’re so cute,” Minho tsks, before he goes back to stroking Jeongin’s dick. Jeongin looks relieved to be stimulated again, even though the impending orgasm has him wound up tighter and tighter. He’s lifting himself up a little more, using the leverage to fuck into Minho’s fist. Minho doesn’t even have the heart to scold him playfully to tell him to stop. He lets Jeongin continue, because as much as he doesn’t admit it to anyone else, he absolutely has a soft spot for the maknae. Even if it’s letting Jeongin get off using his fist, until he comes with a weak whine.
It startles the both of them when he orgasms. It seems like Jeongin isn’t even expecting himself to come when he does, startled as it wracks through his body. Minho’s surprised too, as Jeongin comes hard and all over his chest. He didn’t think Jeongin had it in him.
Jeongin’s dazed as he comes down from his high, eventually nudging Minho’s hand off his cock as he stroked him through his orgasm. He blinks blearily, and looks down at the mess he’d made on Minho’s skin. “Oh…”
It’s so cute Minho wants to squish the life out of Jeongin’s face. He’s uncharacteristically gentle with Jeongin, and he coos at the man in his lap, “It’s okay, honey. We can clean it up.”
Jeongin nods slowly before he says, “Can I get hyung off too?”
“You don’t have to-” Minho starts, but Jeongin is clearly alert enough to glare at him. Minho sighs in defeat. “Sure, honey. You can do whatever you’d like.”
“I want to suck you off,” He says firmly.
Minho almost chokes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want to,” Jeongin reiterates, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He leans so he can finally pull the sheets off of Minho’s lap, where his cock lays hard against his stomach. Jeongin blinks owlishly down at him. “Why are you naked..?”
“I’m always naked!” Minho exclaims. “And besides, isn’t it kind of appropriate for this situation anyway?”
“Jesus Christ,” Jeongin groans, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes. “Why do I think you’re hot?”
“You think I’m hot?” Minho parrots, more than just a little confused.
Jeongin sighs again. “I’m literally offering to suck your dick. I asked you to teach me how to have sex. Of course I find you hot, have you seen yourself?” He gesticulates rather wildly, bouncing in Minho’s lap.
Minho blinks quickly. “I just- I didn’t expect that, I guess.”
“Well you are,” Jeongin admits, surprisingly red in the face from his previous outburst. “Now can we stop talking and get to me sucking you off?”
“Uh- Be my guest.”
Jeongin slides himself further down to kneel between Minho’s legs. He feels terribly exposed when he spreads them to make room for Jeongin, all the places that don’t usually see the light of day, all for Jeongin to see. Still, he sure is appreciative of the sight of Minho underneath him. “Hot.”
Minho feels his cheeks heat up, as Jeongin pushes himself back to bring his face up closer to Minho’s cock. He doesn’t even know what to say, unsure how to guide Jeongin in sucking his dick, but the younger man is pretty sure in his actions.
His large hands pretty much dwarfs Minho’s cock, which is squarely average, mind you. Minho also won’t admit he’s kind of turned on by their size difference like this. He can tell Jeongin’s not used to having another man’s dick in his hand, but he seems eager enough as he strokes Minho’s length.
Then he leans in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the tip of Minho’s cock, and Minho shudders.
“Jeongin-ah,” He exclaims weakly, as he watches Jeongin, with those innocent doe eyes of his, suck on the tip of his cock fervently. Minho tangles his fingers into Jeongin’s hair, which he moans appreciatively at. “Where… Where did you learn to do this?”
Pulling off with a slick ‘pop’, Jeongin adds with a mild unamusement, “All the porn I watch. Obviously.”
“Yeah, obviously,” Minho repeats halfheartedly, too busy trying to keep himself sane when Jeongin wraps his lips around his cock again, flicking his tongue over the head slowly. “Shit.”
He lets Jeongin have his fun, experimenting with the weight of Minho on his tongue, how it feels to have his cock inside his mouth (“Mind your teeth there, honey,”), how it feels to have it slide in deeper. Minho does all this with a cautious hand holding onto Jeongin, guiding his cock in deeper when Jeongin wants it.
It’s a funny sight when Jeongin glares up at him when Minho tries to tell Jeongin to be careful, especially with his lips stretched around Minho’s thickness. But ever the overachiever, Jeongin wants to take more, take Minho’s cock all the way in, and when he finally has his nose buried in Minho’s pubes (he hadn’t shaved, alright?), Jeongin gags slightly as Minho’s cock hits the back of his throat.
Minho moans at the sound, unlocking a surprising part of him he never realised he’d had. The rational part of his brain quickly takes over to pull Jeongin back, not wanting him to get hurt. This has Jeongin whining in complaint when he eventually pulls off completely. “Hyung!”
“Don’t hurt yourself.” Minho can only declare weakly when Jeongin frowns at him, upset that he’s been interrupted yet again. “I liked it, but please. Be careful, honey.”
Jeongin’s face softens slightly. “Hyung…”
“Seriously. You can’t experience the wonders of anal sex if you choke to death on my fat fucking cock.”
Now, Jeongin’s face is pulled into a look of disgust. “Ew! You’re so gross! God!”
Minho cackles as Jeongin sits back up, making a show of turning away from him. “Here I was thinking you’d be sweet, all concerned about your little dongsaeng. Instead you’re making a gross dick joke!”
“Babe,” Minho coos, reaching for Jeongin’s hand. Jeongin doesn’t pull away, letting Minho interlace their fingers. “You know I care about you, gross dick joke or not.”
Rolling his eyes, Jeongin huffs with irritation. “You’re the worst.”
Minho teases, “Will I still be the worst if you can still suck my dick?”
“Yes. But at least I still get to, I guess,” Jeongin answers. He tries to seem nonchalant, but he’s clearly excited to get back to it.
They get back to where they were a couple of minutes before, and Minho groans as Jeongin puts his mouth on his dick again. Jeongin hums as he takes Minho’s cock, bobbing his head slowly. He’s doing a great job, and Minho tells him as such with his hand in Jeongin’s hair.
Even though he works slowly, Jeongin’s insistence has Minho close. He wants to pull out, but Jeongin stays in his place firmly, continuing to tongue at Minho’s cock to push him further till he comes. Minho chuckles to himself at the younger man’s insistence.
He lets Jeongin keep going, drawing him closer and closer to the edge until he comes with a gasp, spilling his load inside of Jeongin’s mouth. Minho feels slightly bad about not having prepared him for this, as Jeongin chokes at the sudden rush of come flooding his mouth. Jeongin pulls off hastily, the last of Minho’s come dribbling down his length. He swallows it down with a wince, before he coughs harshly to clear his throat.
“It’s so bitter,” Jeongin exclaims weakly, sticking his tongue out regretfully. Minho can only rub his back to comfort him.
They clean up with wet wipes Minho happens to have stashed in his drawer. Jeongin’s hands are gentle as they wipe down his torso, treating him carefully as he still shakes a little from his orgasm. He wipes his cock clean, the rough stimulation making Minho wince. Jeongin laughs quietly at him.
“Thank you, hyung,” Jeongin says, when the soiled wipes are tossed out and Minho has the decency to pull on underwear. “For doing this with me.”
Minho just smiles at him. “I still have a lot to teach you, so don’t you thank me just yet. And this is fun, so of course I’m doing it with you.”
Jeongin grins back. He goes back to his slightly awkward self, jerking his thumb to the door. “I- Um- I’ll go take a shower now.”
He tries not to giggle. “We should shower together sometime.”
Eyes widening, Jeongin stammers, “Yeah. Yeah, totally. Together. Naked.”
Minho laughs. “Go shower, idiot. And don’t be so awkward around me!”
Jeongin laughs too, before letting himself out of the room with a small wave. Minho sighs and shakes his head.
--
Their agreement turns into a sort of friends-with-benefits deal, even though they hadn’t officially talked about it – but who needs to talk about things, right? Jeongin always ends up seeking Minho out in his room to get off.
They subsist on making out and handjobs for a bit, maybe a week or two. Occasionally, Minho will offer a blowjob; he won’t forget the first time he did, watching Jeongin throw his head back as Minho took him into his mouth. Jeongin had whimpered into his hands, terribly shy about the whole thing, but Minho noticed the way his eyes had darkened as Minho jerked him off till he came all over Minho’s face.
Since Felix and Seungmin are usually in the dorms when Jeongin seeks Minho out, they try to keep it simple and keep it down. They both feel a little bad making too much noise when they’re around.
Today, however, is different. Felix and Seungmin wouldn’t be in the dorms until late in the evening, leaving the place to a very bored Jeongin and Minho.
Today, Jeongin straddles Minho’s lap and kisses him breathless, and asks if Minho can fuck him for the first time.
Obviously, Minho is a little nervous. He’s glad Jeongin’s gotten comfortable enough to ask for what he wants, to be a little more bold to initiate something, but he just wants it to be good for Jeongin.
“Don’t people want to have their first time with someone they like?” Minho asks sheepishly, as Jeongin’s mouthing at his neck. “Like, you and your first boyfriend have like, really mediocre sex and call it a day? Because he took your virginity or whatever?”
Jeongin tuts quietly under his breath, a little irritated that Minho’s talking so much. He answers, “You know I don’t care about that. Why would I want to have really mediocre sex for my first time when I could have my mind blown and my guts rearranged?”
“Jeez.” Minho snorts.
“I’m saying I know I want you to be my first, hyung,” Jeongin says in earnest. “It’s because I trust you.”
Minho’s heart skips a beat, as he finally lays back to make eye contact with Jeongin. He blinks quickly, but Jeongin’s still completely serious. Minho responds, “Thank you for trusting me.”
He just laughs. “Of course I would. You’re you. Now, can we get to the sex?”
“Okay! Eager much,” Minho jests, kissing the corner of Jeongin’s lips before he ends up pouting. “How do you want to do this?”
Jeongin says rather quickly, “I want to bottom.”
Minho’s brows raise curiously. “Is that a strict preference, or…?”
“No? At least I don’t think so. I always see guys getting fucked and losing their minds over it so… I wanted to try it, I guess.”
Minho frowns. “You watch a lot of porn, don’t you?”
Jeongin’s smile turns cheeky as he nods.
“Okay. Well, we could do it missionary, but I think doggy style for your first time getting fucked could feel really good,” Minho explains.
“Ugh, I don’t want you staring down at me when I’m at my most vulnerable state,” Jeongin scoffs playfully, covering his chest with his arms like he’s scandalised.
“I’ve seen your orgasm face, asshole,” Minho grumbles, smacking Jeongin’s arm. “And fine. We can do it doggy style.”
Jeongin smiles, but Minho leans in to kiss him before he can get too cocky. Jeongin moans, holding onto Minho’s arms as his hands begin to roam underneath his shirt. He feels up the lean muscle of Jeongin’s body, toned abs strong under his small palms. They reach to tweak at Jeongin’s nipples, and he flinches when Minho pinches them lightly.
“Sensitive there?” Minho murmurs against Jeongin’s lips, eager to tease him.
“Shut up. You clearly know the answer,” Jeongin grumbles, only to be cut off when Minho rubs his fingers against them again.
Minho chuckles. “Good to know.”
He reaches to tug Jeongin’s shirt off, the younger man getting it the rest of the way off his head, and Minho follows suit with his own.
His hands gravitate back to Jeongin’s body, seeing how flushed his face is, and how the flush has migrated down his neck and to his chest. Jeongin’s skin is hot to the touch, even as Minho’s hand slides down to rub over Jeongin’s clothed cock.
Minho giggles lightly, “So hard for me already?”
Jeongin can’t even respond, merely biting down on his lower lip to hold back a moan. Minho’s proud that just rubbing his hand against him already has such an effect.
He coaxes the waistband of his pants and boxers past the swell of his ass, letting Jeongin’s cock spring free. It’s a deep red at the tip, achingly hard and begging to be touched. Minho flicks at it with his finger gently, and laughs when Jeongin bucks his hips and winces at the feeling. Jeongin grunts at him, but moves to pull his pants off anyway.
Instead of getting Jeongin back on his lap, he tells Jeongin to get on his hands and knees. With his gangly limbs, Jeongin maneuvers himself around so his legs still cage Minho in, but now his ass is practically in Minho’s face. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, and Minho feels like he’s about to drool.
Despite Jeongin’s large frame on top of him, Minho manages to lean over to grab the lube and a condom. Jeongin looks so awkward, all harsh lines and straight angles as he tilts his head back to observe Minho. It’s endearing.
“You can rest on your elbows, honey,” Minho says, pushing Jeongin’s upper body down closer to the bed. “It might be more comfortable.”
“Okay, hyung.” Jeongin’s voice is small, slightly distant, but as he leans down into the mattress, the arch of his back is simply sinful. Minho must’ve done a thousand good deeds in his past life to get this sight in front of him – a pliant, willing Yang Jeongin, ready to get his ass fucked by him. The excitement practically thrums in his veins.
Then, Jeongin makes a little noise. “We’re in front of the mirror.”
Minho blinks. “Yeah. If we’re doing it doggy style, I want to see if you’re liking it or not.”
“Did you put it here just because we’re having sex? I don’t remember it being in front of the bed- God, hyung, I didn’t know you were such a pervert,” Jeongin complains loudly, even though Minho knows Jeongin would stop him before they even got started if he really had a problem with it.
“What? No, Jeongin, I didn’t put it in front of the bed just because I’m fucking you doggy style. It just happened to be there.” Minho meets Jeongin’s eyes in the mirror, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. Jeongin looks pretty like this, his cheeks a soft pink with his perky ass in the air.
Jeongin then asks, “Do you watch yourself in the mirror when you… get off?”
Oh . “Sometimes. When I jerk myself off, it just happens to be there, I guess. It’s nice when I’m fingering myself too, so that I can see what I’m actually doing.”
Jeongin blinks slowly, as if picturing it in his head. And Jeongin says he’s the pervert. “Cool.”
“You’re imagining it, aren’t you,” Minho deadpans, though mildly amused.
Jeongin’s eyes snap up to meet his. “No, I wasn’t. I was not thinking about you fingering yourself and getting off to the sight of yourself in the mirror. Not at all. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Minho sighs, undressing himself the rest of the way and tossing his clothes to the floor. He pops the cap off the lube bottle and drizzles the cold liquid onto his fingers. “You’re an idiot.”
“Hey, but you’re still going to fuck me,” Jeongin says smugly.
“I’m going to finger you now,” Minho answers flatly, rolling his eyes.
Jeongin wants to say something, his mouth beginning to open, but a low moan tumbles out as Minho teases his rim with a lubed finger. It must still be a little cold, as Jeongin shudders with his whole body. Minho’s eyes stay trained on Jeongin’s face in the mirror though, watching him bite down hard on his lip, face half buried in the sheets. Even with the light teasing, Jeongin’s already rocking back against Minho’s finger.
“You’re so desperate, huh?” Minho coos. “Wanna get fucked so bad? I haven’t even stuck my fingers inside of you.”
Jeongin lets out a weak whine. “Hyung, please…”
Minho hums nonchalantly, but of course, he gives Jeongin what he wants and slides his middle finger into him. He goes slow, pushing it in all the way until it hits his knuckle. Jeongin’s mouth hangs open with the feeling, blissed out even with just one digit. He slides it in and out carefully because he wants to be thorough with fingering Jeongin for the first time. He wonders if Jeongin’s ever played with his ass, or if his first time getting fingered is going to be followed by his first time getting fucked.
Jeongin’s cock is leaking precome onto the sheets below as Minho works him thoroughly with the first finger. His little pants and whines are so cute, and Jeongin lets out such a sweet moan when Minho adds a second.
“How’s this? Is it okay?” Minho asks quietly.
Jeongin exhales shakily. “Feels- Feels weird. But in a good way. It’s a lot.”
“Do you want me to pause? Or stop entirely?”
“No!” Jeongin practically wails at the thought of stopping. “No, please go on. Please, it feels so good…”
“You’re just a whore,” Minho snickers, curling his fingers inside of Jeongin slightly to stretch him further. Letting out a long whine, it’s almost like Jeongin’s answering him, that yes, he’s a whore. He’s Minho’s whore .
Minho purses his lips instead of thinking too hard. He works on thrusting his fingers in and out, and scissoring his little digits inside of Jeongin, getting him loose and ready for his cock. He’s always been meticulous, and works at it until Jeongin’s practically begging for a third.
By the time Minho’s finished, he’s able to thrust three of his fingers in and out of Jeongin’s hole with a sloppy squelch. Jeongin’s hole is practically gaping when he pulls his fingers out, a sight Minho can’t tear his eyes away from. His hole is a mess of lube, and it’s trailed down his perineum and all over his balls. Minho likes to use a lot of lube.
He fumbles with tearing the condom packet open. He blames it on his very slippery hands, and ignores the way they shake from just the adrenaline. He’s excited, and Jeongin is too, from the way he’s practically buzzing. In the mirror, Jeongin already looks fucked out before they’ve even started, and that just makes Minho more eager to fuck him.
He rolls on the condom with not much difficulty, and the excess lube on his hand is used to slick up his cock too. He finally kneels behind Jeongin and lines them up, and he starts by rubbing his cock against Jeongin’s hole.
He loves the way Jeongin lets out a warbled groan, the pleasure he craves so tantalisingly close as Minho sadistically rubs off against his ass instead of sticking his cock inside of him.
“Hyung, please, can you- Please put it inside,” Jeongin huffs.
Minho’s still in the mood to tease. “You liked my fingers so much, is that it? You want me to put them back in?”
“No!” Jeongin groans. “Put- Put it in. Please.”
“Put what in? You have to tell me straight. I won’t get it otherwise,” Minho says innocently, as if he doesn’t have a clue.
“Just stick your cock inside of me already! Please, God!” Jeongin sighs with exasperation. If he weren’t already so fucked out and literally on his hands and knees, Minho’s sure Jeongin would have strangled him to death already.
“I prefer hyung,” Minho laughs, lining up the tip of his dick with Jeongin’s eager hole. “Oppa works too.”
Then Minho pushes in, inch by excruciating inch, and Jeongin’s mouth falls open in a silent scream. His eyes roll so far back into his head that Minho can only see white, but he isn’t one to talk. Jeongin is so unbelievably tight that Minho has to make sure he isn’t going to blow his load just from sliding into him. Jeongin’s so good, so responsive, and Minho just wants to fuck his brains out.
Jeongin whimpers as Minho slowly rolls his hips, just to let him get used to the feeling. Minho runs his hands over Jeongin’s waist in an attempt to soothe him, take his mind off the strange sensation of having a dick in his ass. “How is it?”
“Good. So- So good.” Jeongin shudders.
“You’re so pretty like this, all pliant for me,” Minho coos. He takes in the sight of Jeongin hungrily, eyes roaming as Jeongin’s shoulders and arms start to tremble, his hole clenching around Minho so nicely.
Jeongin is very willing to take whatever Minho gives him, letting out an occasional whimper when Minho’s hand brushes against his cock, or when his hips start to shift. When he finally asks Minho to move, the sweet, drawn-out moan that leaves Jeongin’s lips almost knocks the wind out of Minho’s chest.
Beginning to rock his hips back and forth, he watches intensely as his cock slides in and out of Jeongin. Wet, slick sounds emerge from between them from all the lube, but Minho likes it sloppy, and Jeongin seems to like the way they sound too. While Jeongin would usually be snarky with him, Minho realises that Jeongin very much just lays there and lets Minho fuck him and stroke his cock, solely for the purposes of pleasuring him.
And honestly? Minho kind of lives for it.
Jeongin is easy to please, but Minho wants to make sure he’s doing it right. He wants to give Jeongin the most amazing sex for his first time. He wants Jeongin to remember how he’d fucked his brains out for his first time. He wants Jeongin to remember that he was his first time.
Minho shakes away those thoughts, unsure where all that possessiveness had come from. He gets his hand around Jeongin’s length, stroking it as best he can with the awkward angle. He tries to time it, stroking up on his cock every time Minho fucks into Jeongin, making him shake with pleasure.
Jeongin lets out a noise that’s halfway between a moan and a whine. Minho can’t even really tell the difference anymore, because how is this man this responsive? He totally blanks out when Jeongin breathily moans, “Oppa, it feels so good… I’m close, I think.”
He might be in the middle of fucking Jeongin, but he feels like he needs to lie down and stare at the ceiling and ponder about how his teasing words have come back to bite him in the ass. He can tell Jeongin’s teasing, with the mischievous glint in his eyes, but from the way he’s moaning like a whore, he probably likes it just as much.
“Yeah? Wanna make a mess for oppa?” Minho tries to keep his voice even. “You’re already so wet for me.”
He thumbs at Jeongin’s hole just to prove his point, teasing at the rim even while his cock slides in and out of him, and Jeongin lets out a weak gurgle. “Oppa, please-”
“Then come, baby,” Minho urges, his hand working even faster, until Jeongin’s moans become unintelligible besides Minho’s name, and he comes all over the sheets below him. Minho strokes him through it until Jeongin begins to tremble, clenching hard around him.
Minho pauses to let Jeongin catch his breath, his chest heaving as he does so. His face is all red, lips parted as he breathes, wide, wet eyes staring right at Minho.
“Keep going, oppa,” Jeongin mewls. “I want you to come inside of me.”
“Jeongin…” Minho says warily.
He opts to push his face into the sheets to free his arms, only to reach them back to pull his cheeks apart. He looks like a dream. An impossibly horny, downright sinful dream.
His voice is muffled, but Jeongin pleads sweetly, “Please? Make a mess of me, oppa.”
Minho’s resolve weakens. How could it not, when Jeongin is literally baring himself to him on a silver platter? His hole is fully on display now, a lewd visual of how Minho’s cock stretches Jeongin out. Lube is slick all over his skin, and Minho wonders how Jeongin would look with his come dripping out of him too.
Grunting, Minho grips Jeongin’s waist tight and picks up the pace. His hips slap against Jeongin’s obscenely, making him squeak with every forceful thrust. It’s all a little much, Jeongin’s sweet sounds, his tight hole, Minho barely being able to fit as Jeongin clenches around him from how good it feels. He isn’t ashamed with how fast he ends up coming, a low moan of Jeongin’s name as a warning.
“Shit,” Minho sighs, finally pulling out. He then pulls Jeongin down with him so they can lay together.
“You’re insane,” Jeongin says, laughing. Minho likes the way Jeongin fits in his arms, as their skin sticks to the other’s with sweat, bodies radiating heat while slotted together.
“So, about that oppa thing…” Minho waggles his eyebrows obnoxiously, as the way Jeongin’s face had twisted up in pleasure when he’d moaned it earlier flashes in his mind.
Clearly offended, Jeongin gasps dramatically with a hand on his chest. “You started it, asshole! You’re the one who got off to it!”
Minho sputters. “You did too! Don’t even-”
“You practically asked me to call you oppa!” He whines petulantly. “I was just trying to be nice!”
“By calling me oppa?” Minho laughs. Then he leans in, with a hand trailing up Jeongin’s thigh and murmurs lowly in Jeongin’s ear, “I know you liked it, though. Don’t lie to oppa.”
Jeongin lets out an embarrassed squeak, hitting Minho’s chest lightly. His face is so red, and Jeongin can’t even argue back. He’s so fucking cute.
Their faces are close now, as Jeongin’s bashful eyes meet his. There’s a spark between them, and Minho doesn’t resist leaning in to press their lips together. Jeongin lets out a quiet moan, kissing Minho back sweetly with his hands running over his skin. It makes his dick twitch with interest, but Minho wills himself to calm down because he doesn’t know if round two is in the cards.
Jeongin pulls away first, with a dazed look and kiss-swollen lips as he catches his breath. Jeongin smiles at him.
“Do you want to shower together?” Minho asks, smiling back. “Since the others won’t be home for a while…?”
“Yes. I’m really sticky right now.”
When they’re in the shower together with steam swirling up around them, Minho takes the liberty to run his soapy hands over a very shy Jeongin’s body. While Jeongin might whinge about it, he’s definitely not arguing. In fact, something else of his taking interest too.
“You know, you looked really hot earlier,” Minho says. “All flushed and pretty and all spread out for me.”
Jeongin squeaks, hiding his face in his hands. “Hyung…”
“Can I touch you, baby?” He asks, hand hovering over Jeongin’s cock.
“Please,” He whimpers. Minho, pulling Jeongin close to his chest, reaches forward to stroke Jeongin’s cock languidly.
“I would ravish you over and over,” Minho continues, completely shameless, wanting to see how red Jeongin can possibly get before he explodes, or something. He looks like he just might. “I want to ruin you.”
“Hyung, please.” Jeongin shudders, his hips stuttering with Minho’s touch.
Minho chuckles, “You’re close again, huh? Cute. Come for me, honey.”
Jeongin nods, as the water and soap runs down the toned planes of muscle and skin, half-fucking into Minho’s fist until he comes with a loud groan. He’s pleased with himself as he watches as Jeongin’s come swirls down the drain.
“You’re a menace,” Jeongin exclaims weakly, shaking his head.
“It’s my job to make you feel good, isn’t it?” Minho laughs.
How Jeongin looks absolutely adorable and soft and fluffy and warm as he towel-dries his hair should be a crime. Minho tries not to think about just why he’s so enamoured by Jeongin.
--
With all the casual sex they manage to have on quiet evenings, Jeongin’s dick has never actually been anywhere near Minho’s ass. Minho doesn’t mind, really. He’s happy with anything as long as Jeongin feels good, and what Jeongin feels really good with right now is bottoming.
Jeongin is a pillow princess whenever they fall into bed together. Sure, he’ll offer to help get Minho off sometimes, but during sex, Jeongin is often too overwhelmed by his pleasure to just reach out and grab Minho’s dick. Well, usually because it’s inside of Jeongin, but his point still stands.
This is exactly why Minho is so surprised when he finds Jeongin waiting on Minho’s bed one evening, pulling him in just to push Minho against his pillows, climbing over him to cage him in.
“What- What are you doing?” He asks, blinking quickly. Having become more than acquainted with Jeongin’s body, Minho’s hands naturally fly up to rest on him, one hand on the back of Jeongin’s neck and the other on his arm as Jeongin mouths at his jaw.
“I- I want to try fucking you,” Jeongin says, avoiding looking up at Minho as he busies himself with kissing down Minho’s neck. Minho’s grip on his arm tightens, and Jeongin hastily adds, “If you want to, of course.”
“Of course,” He answers. “You’re gonna feel really good.”
“Hyung,” Jeongin whines, in that way when he gets shy just from what Minho’s saying.
Minho scoffs. “It’s true! You’re so… big.” He emphasises his point by reaching down to squeeze at Jeongin’s cock through his shorts. Jeongin’s squeak, and how he’s already stiffening up from the touch are more than enough to tell Minho that he’s excited.
“I should stop before I give you an ego boost,” Minho chuckles, meeting Jeongin’s eyes. “Or maybe you fucking me will be more than enough to inflate that ego of yours.”
Jeongin snorts, amused, “It probably will.”
“You know where the lube is,” Minho says in a non-answer. Jeongin’s already moving toward the drawer, and Minho really admires just how wide Jeongin’s shoulders are. It’s dizzying, how Jeongin can make him feel so small despite them practically being the same size and height.
Jeongin pulls back with just the lube in his hand, the bottle slightly less than half full. He’d just gotten that bottle recently too. Damn. But- “Where’s the-”
“Can we do it without the condom?” Jeongin says. “I’ve only ever been with you.”
The statement makes Minho’s heartbeat quicken, even though it’s just the truth. Instead, he opts to answer, “I’m clean too. I mean, it would be pretty fucked if I didn’t tell you that I wasn’t, but I am. We can do it without the condom.”
“Cool,” Jeongin replies smartly. Minho probably wouldn’t have a very smart response to that either.
As they take off each other’s clothes, Minho’s trying not to think about how close they’ll be without the condom. There won’t be a barrier between them anymore, as if the thin layer of latex somehow changes the fact that they’ve been so aggressively intimate with each other the past month. They’ve already seen each other completely naked. They’ve had each other’s cocks in multiple of their orifices. The only thing they haven’t done is eaten each other’s asses, which Minho thinks they really should start doing.
Jeongin is too busy fumbling with the bottle of lube to notice his anxious spiral, probably a little nervous to be taking such a huge step. He’s like a baby deer, just learning how to walk on its weak little legs. Jeongin’s lubing up his fingers already, and moves to get straight to the main event of sticking them up Minho’s ass. Minho catches his wrist before he can do so.
“Hey, hey,” Minho laughs. “Slow down there, cowboy. What happened to all the fun stuff? Making out, getting each other hard?”
Jeongin avoids Minho’s eyes, sheepish.
“Relax, honey,” He says gently, earnestly. “I can tell you’re nervous. Do you want to talk about it?”
“I want to make you feel good, just like how you’ve been making me feel so good,” Jeongin starts shakily, balling his free hand into a fist. “And I don’t want to fuck up. I wanna be good. F-For you.”
Oh, God. Why is he so fucking cute?
“You’re still learning, silly. It’s okay if you make a mistake or two, which you haven’t ,” Minho explains. “If you can’t top me, that’s okay. You’re going to be good for me no matter what.”
“Really?” He asks softly. Minho wants to kiss the pout on Jeongin’s lips away so badly.
“Yes, honey,” Minho assures. He presses a soft kiss to the corner of Jeongin’s mouth. “Now, let’s take it slow, alright? I’ll walk you through it.”
Jeongin nods, and lets Minho pull him down to kiss him. It’s slow and gentle, enough to make Jeongin’s concerns melt away. Like this, Minho guides Jeongin to his cock, barely able to cover Jeongin’s hand with his own. They stroke Minho’s cock together, the lube making the slide much easier, like how he’d done with Jeongin one time.
Moving together seems to instil more confidence in Jeongin, as he takes more control over jerking Minho off. Minho sighs against Jeongin’s lips. “That’s good, baby.”
Humming, Jeongin continues to stroke Minho’s cock the way he’s learnt how: focusing closer to the tip, at that one spot that makes Minho shudder with pleasure. His thumb grazes over Minho’s slit where precome begins to bead. Minho lets out a soft moan.
He has Jeongin pulled close, terribly intimate as their lips meet again. He could really, really get used to this. He already has. He doesn’t know if he could stop being this obsessed with a certain Yang Jeongin.
Minho gets Jeongin to stop before he’s too close to coming, the handjob more than sufficient in working him up to full hardness. He tells Jeongin to use a bit more lube, and warm it up in his fingers. Jeongin is so obedient, following his instructions carefully as he spreads the lube between his index and middle fingers and his thumb.
“Just do what feels right. I’ll tell you if something feels wrong, okay?” Minho smiles up at Jeongin. He’s kneeling between Minho’s spread legs, a pillow shoved underneath Minho’s ass for better leverage.
“Okay,” Jeongin says, eyes drifting to really take all of Minho in. Minho feels a little shy under Jeongin’s gaze.
Jeongin plays it safe, mostly mirroring what Minho usually does when he preps him. Jeongin starts by teasing Minho's rim with a lubed finger, making him jumping slightly at the sensation. He hasn’t felt this in a while, the excitement of getting fingered by another man.
The finger traces down the length of his cock as it lays heavy on his stomach, the lube sticky as Jeongin slides the digit down his balls and back to his hole. Maybe Minho just really likes anything Jeongin does.
“I’m gonna start. Like, putting my finger in.” Jeongin winces as the words come out a little choppy. Minho just finds it endearing, as he nods and resists the urge to coo.
Jeongin’s finger prods at his hole curiously, adding pressure, and Minho wonders if it’ll actually breach when it finally does, the length of it sinking inside of him.
Minho inhales sharply. He’s never felt anything like this. Jeongin’s fingers are long and bony, and just the one already feels so good inside of him. The finger is reaching parts of him that Minho’s never imagined hitting with his fingers alone.
“Is that… good?” Jeongin asks, unsure.
“It’s amazing,” Minho says. “I’m trying not to lose my mind over one finger, but you’re really making it difficult, Yang Jeongin.”
Jeongin laughs. Minho adds, “Slowly start fucking me with that finger, yeah?”
He makes a noise in agreement, and Minho can feel the finger sliding out of him painfully slow. Every ridge of bone hits a different spot inside him, and Minho isn’t sure if the second and third will actually drive him insane.
He gets used to the feeling of Jeongin’s fingers, but Minho is pretty close to losing it with every one that Jeongin adds. Jeongin is cautious, constantly checking in with Minho. Every addition is prefaced with a quiet reminder, asking if Minho feels good, if the extra digit is too much, if he’s being stretched enough. Minho only asks Jeongin to add more lube, just because he likes it.
Minho usually doesn’t like when his partners are chatty in bed, but it’s endearing when Jeongin does it. As everything that Jeongin does is. Soon enough, Jeongin is getting pretty practiced with the motions, the wet sloppy sounds of him fucking his fingers in and out of Minho.
When Jeongin pulls them out, he slicks his cock up with the lube left on his hand. Minho watches as he does so, the muscles in his arm flexing as his shoulders slump, indulging in his own pleasure for a brief moment. Jeongin doesn’t seem to be very nervous anymore, relaxed enough around Minho.
Minho spreads his legs a little wider, buzzing with excitement in getting railed. One of Jeongin’s hands rest on Minho’s knee, while the other grips his cock tight. He scoots a little closer to Minho, starting to nudge the tip of his cock against Minho’s hole.
“Do I just… push in?” Jeongin asks.
Minho hums encouragingly.
Jeongin props himself up, pushing against Minho. He’s not really pushing hard, nor into him, rather against him. Jeongin makes a distressed noise. “Is it going to fit?”
“Yes, baby,” Minho assures. “You gotta push in a little harder. It might feel like I’m trying to resist, but just keep going.”
He watches Jeongin’s throat bob as he gulps. “Okay. Yeah. Okay.”
Taking a deep breath in, Jeongin pushes in, gasping when the head breaches Minho’s rim. He continues, sliding into Minho’s warmth inch by inch.
“O-Oh,” Minho chokes out a moan. Jeongin’s pretty big, and all the prep they’ve done doesn’t even feel like enough as Jeongin splits him open. “Fuck.”
“Is- Are you okay?” Jeongin asks, voice wavering as his eyes dart over Minho’s body to take him in. He’s bottomed out, and Minho swears he can feel Jeongin all the way in his stomach. Holy shit.
“Great. Perfect, actually. I-” Minho exhales shakily. “You’re so big.”
“Oh,” Jeongin responds a little meekly, but Minho will just chalk that up to Jeongin not knowing how to take a compliment about his dick. If Minho repeats it enough, he’s more than sure Jeongin will start getting cocky about it – not that that’s a bad thing.
They pause for a bit, Jeongin running his hands over the milky skin of Minho’s thighs as Minho gets used to his size. Especially since he hasn’t gotten fucked in a while, Minho needs all the time he can get.
There’s a heady rush of excitement at the fact that Jeongin’s first time fucking him will probably be pretty good, because Jeongin is unsurprisingly pretty good at most of the things they’ve done together so far. After not having been on the receiving end for a bit, he’s sure to enjoy it too.
Minho wraps his legs around Jeongin’s waist, meaty thighs squeezing at Jeongin’s lithe frame. They’re locked together, and Minho urges Jeongin to start moving.
“You can roll your hips, or just thrust into me. Whatever feels better.” Minho guides, and Jeongin nods. His arms rest on the bed on either side of Minho’s head, palms flat for better support. He takes an experimental thrust, pulling out before slamming back in, and Minho bites his lip to hold back his moan.
“How’s that?”
Minho squeaks when he answers, “I like when you do it like that, Jeongin-ah. If you like that, you can keep- fuck !”
He doesn’t even finish the sentence as Jeongin starts fucking him, the easy motions of sliding out and slamming back into Minho. Maybe it’s because he’s been out of practice in this realm for a while or just because he can’t fault anything Jeongin does, but Minho’s never felt this good in his life. Jeongin’s hefty length easily grazes his prostate every time he thrusts into him. Minho’s hands are grasping desperately for the sheets, because he knows that he’ll probably grip Jeongin so hard he starts bleeding.
He’s going insane all thanks to Jeongin’s cock, and they’ve barely even started. Minho would be content never taking anyone else’s cock again. He shouldn’t entertain that thought, having Jeongin only to himself, but how can he not, when Jeongin makes him feel this good?
Sure, his thrusts are a little uneven, haphazard, but it’s only because it’s his first time doing this. Minho’s sure that with enough practice, Jeongin could probably make him come untouched. He doesn’t even want to think about how badly Jeongin would probably tease him for it.
“Am- Am I doing good, o- oppa? Do you feel good?” Jeongin warbles, and Minho decides that he is going to pass out.
Despite the crude, animalistic way he’s fucking Minho, their skin slapping together obscenely, Jeongin’s shyly asking if he’s doing a good job, sweetly asking him if he feels good. Minho’s going to squeeze the life out of him simply from how adorable he is.
Nodding, Minho coos, “You’re doing so good, honey. Making oppa feel so good.”
Jeongin lets out a garbled little noise, fucking Minho with fervour. The muscles in his arms are tense, skin beginning to shine with sweat, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Minho would say Jeongin should fuck him, but he already is.
“Shit,” Minho grunts, pulling Jeongin closer with his arms looped behind Jeongin’s neck. Minho slams their mouths together, teeth and tongues and all, both of them moaning as their lips move together hastily.
“Oppa,” Jeongin whines needily. “You feel so good… So tight around me… Fuck, so fucking good.”
Minho lets out a groan. He’s always been pretty shameless, but he can’t help but feel a little shy as he rests one of his hands over his stomach and moans, “I- I can feel you all the way inside, Jeongin.”
Jeongin curses, and Minho watches the way he eyes him hungrily. And then, Minho has to resist the urge to scream as Jeongin murmurs, “I can’t wait to fill you up, oppa. I’ll fuck you full of my come, make you mine.”
Crying out weakly, Minho reaches to tug at his cock. He jerks his fist hard and rough, desperate for release.
He shudders. “Breed me, Jeongin-ah. Gonna make me feel so full, get me- fuck - I’m gonna-”
“Me too,” Jeongin grunts.
“Coming,” Minho says. His arm is burning at the pace he’s jerking himself off, feeling everything all at once as his head swirls with pleasure, getting closer and closer until he finally comes all over his chest and hand.
Jeongin follows suit quickly when Minho clenches tight around him, spilling his load inside of Minho. It feels like he’s being pumped full of Jeongin’s come, hot and wet as he keeps coming and coming, and oh, God , he can feel it leaking out even as Jeongin’s thrusting in and out of him to ride out his orgasm.
Their faces are so close together, feeling the other’s hot breaths as they come down from their highs. They press their sweat-sticky foreheads together, pressing their lips together carelessly.
Jeongin makes fun of him later, but Minho complains about how he has to get all the come out of his ass instead of processing all… that . At least Jeongin helps to finger him clean. And gets him off in the shower again.
--
Minho should probably be concerned with how affectionate they’ve gotten. Both him and Jeongin usually aren’t very touchy, but for some reason when they’re with each other, it’s just hands resting on thighs and slung around waists and just a little too close for them to just be friends.
Perhaps it’s because they’ve been so intimate for weeks now, that their intimacy in bed bleeds into their lives outside of it. Minho has caught himself wanting to kiss Jeongin when they’re hanging out with the others, but the way Minho restrains himself from doing any such thing apparently looks like he’s plotting someone’s murder, according to Seungmin.
It’s not like they can’t fall for each other. Well, they shouldn’t , given the very public nature of their careers and the fact that they’re both men in an extremely conservative society that thinks they shouldn’t be together, but technically they didn’t say they couldn’t fall for each other.
Except not talking about things is difficult. Minho doesn’t know if Jeongin would even feel the same way, some sort of budding romantic affection for the other that’s different from how they feel about the rest of the guys. He doesn’t know if Jeongin’s only doing this for fun, as a kind of experiment, if he could even see himself dating a man .
Minho’s never liked to overthink, so he does what he does best: shove his worries into a box under the bed far in the back of his mind, and pretends that everything is normal.
He can pretend everything is normal when he finds himself falling into bed again with Yang Jeongin. By now, they find each other’s lips easily, slotting together like pieces of a puzzle. Like they were made for each other.
He can pretend everything is normal when Jeongin asks if he can try riding Minho, and he tries not to lose his mind on the inside. He can even pretend when he’s three knuckles deep inside Jeongin, who’s moaning prettily underneath him, face and chest flushed a gorgeous pink.
He guides Jeongin to sink down on his cock, his legs spread and Minho’s cock disappearing inside him inch by inch. With his lip pulled in between his teeth, eyes wet and wide as they look at Minho, pleading for him and his attention, Minho decides he can’t really pretend anymore.
“Do- Do you want to go on a date? With me?” Minho asks.
Jeongin blinks down at him. “You’re asking me on a date when you’re balls deep inside of me?”
Minho chuckles. “That’s very us, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Jeongin sighs. “But why-?”
“I like you,” Minho says earnestly. “You’re such a sweetheart. I want to take care of you, but not just as your friend. I want you to be mine.”
Jeongin’s lips part slightly, taking in Minho’s confession. He’s never been good with words, and Minho’s mishmash of emotions strung together to confess to Jeongin is the best he can do.
He stays quiet for a little too long, and Minho’s nervous. He’s literally never nervous. Just what the hell is Jeongin doing to him? “So, um… What about that date?”
“Of course I’ll go on that date with you, hyungie,” Jeongin says. “I’m just confused why you decided ro ask me now .”
“It just felt right!” Minho sputters. Jeongin laughs heartily, and Minho knows he’d do anything to always make sure Jeongin’s happy.
“Now let me ride you,” Jeongin sighs, rolling his eyes. “Idiot.”
“Your idiot,” Minho chuckles giddily. He gets into position, hands on Jeongin’s pretty waist and lets Jeongin take the reigns.
Their banter-slash-confessional has left more than enough time for Jeongin to get used to him, even though Minho is mildly embarrassed to admit that Jeongin’s probably more than comfortable with his size by now.
They fuck a lot, okay?
Regardless, Jeongin starts moving, tentative as he raises himself off Minho’s cock, then sinking back down. He repeats the motion a few more times, getting familiar with the burn in his thighs as he rides Minho.
Jeongin’s hips move easily, and he whimpers as he hugs Minho for some semblance of stability. In his wobbly little voice, Jeongin moans, “Hyung- It’s so d-deep…”
“Yeah, baby?” Minho coos, rubbing his hands over Jeongin’s skin. “Is it good?”
Jeongin is busy bouncing in his lap, taking his cock greedily even with each little breath punched out of him. He nods, whimpering into Minho’s shoulder.
Minho thinks the mirror in front of his bed is the smartest decision he’s ever made. Like this, he has an unobstructed view of Jeongin’s slim waist, his thick thighs raising and lowering back down, his slightly fat ass jiggling as he slams back down against Minho. Minho’s dick sliding in and out of Jeongin’s loose hole with ease.
“You’re doing so well,” Minho says. “So pretty for me.”
Minho, greedy, grabs a fistful of Jeongin’s ass before he spanks it lightly. It draws a garbled whine from Jeongin.
Jeongin, bless him, does put up a valiant fight for a while. Riding is hard and he’s starting to get tired before either of them are close to coming. Minho is at least pleased to know that Jeongin’s hard cock is bobbing with every thrust down, and it smears precome across his abs each time he does so.
His legs grow weak, and Jeongin ends up sitting fully down on Minho’s cock in defeat. The movement has Minho’s cock pressing against Jeongin’s prostate, finally, and Jeongin lets out the most helpless moan as he slumps into Minho’s arms. Jeongin’s still rolling his hips in little circles to feel Minho inside him. Even like this, he’s still a whore. It makes Minho’s heart soar.
Jeongin’s legs tremble as he tries to continue riding Minho, but he’s barely able to lift himself back up.
“Hyung…” Jeongin mewls weakly.
“Hmm?”
Jeongin shudders. “Can- I want more, can you fuck me? Please?”
Minho’s heart feels like it’s beating a thousand miles a minute. Keeping his voice even, he says, “Of course, baby. You’re so cute.”
Slowly, gently, Minho gets Jeongin on his back against his soft pillows. Jeongin’s legs wrap around him easily, pulling them even closer together, and Minho is amazed at how pretty Jeongin is. Flushed cheeks, wide, wet eyes, lips bitten red.
Gorgeous.
“You’re so pretty,” Minho says earnestly, as he starts moving. Jeongin moves to cover his face with his arm, a little shy, but Minho stops him from doing so. “Let me see you. I want to see you, hear how sweetly you moan for me.”
Jeongin lets out a weak whine, holding onto Minho’s arms. Instead of the fast-paced way they’ve been doing things so far, Minho takes his time, fucking slow and deep into Jeongin. He’s eager to make Jeongin cry out with every thrust, leaving nothing but Minho’s name on his lips.
“Hyung,” Jeongin sighs, whimpering when Minho wraps a hand around his cock. It’s slow and teasing, working Jeongin up until he can’t take it anymore. Jeongin blinks, and the tears welling up in his eyes finally rum down his face. “I- I- Please-”
Minho has a thousand things he wants to say. Most of them are terribly sappy, that probably aren’t very appropriate for the situation right now. Instead, he says, “You’re doing so well for hyung. What is it, baby?”
“I wanna- I’m gonna- Gonna come,” Jeongin gasps. Minho is all over him, hands touching and roaming and ploughing into him all the same.
“Come, baby. Let hyung take care of you,” He assures warmly, and tugs at Jeongin’s cock a little faster.
The orgasm hits Jeongin hard, body trembling as his come covers his stomach and Minho’s hand, and the sight of him with his back arched and mouth hanging open as he comes is simply sinful, and Minho’s coming inside of him a second later.
Jeongin clenches tight around him, milking him dry as his load fills Jeongin up. They’re both panting, their orgasms having taken it out of them. They sigh, as Minho rests his forehead against Jeongin’s.
Jeongin lets his eyes flutter shut as Minho connects their lips softly. The kiss is chaste, gentle and loving, completely different from any of the other kisses they’ve shared.
Minho knows, deep in his bones, that this can work out. That him and Jeongin will work out.