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— always —

Minho and Jisung had always been alone, the world was always too much for them and for some reason they were glued to each other for so long they didn’t even remember when it started. It was always them and their motorcycle, a stupid bag with stupid shit they carried around and a big desire to feel something.

Their hometown was odd, their families didn’t really accept their weird friendship and now they were traveling around the country in search of something to do. Mostly because they actually didn’t need to work, which was inacceptable for many but their parents were always too busy to give them love but money? That was a priority.

It was fine, Minho felt neglected half of his life but Jisung never once made him feel like he was not worthy of love.

Nothing mattered as long as they were together.

Some things went better than others and some simply took unexpected turns, but it was only them and the road, a weird relationship that bloomed into the deepest of love stories and the new cities they visited with time, sometimes even coming back to see others.

Minho didn’t like one single thing: flowers, they followed him wherever he went. To be exact, he didn’t hate them – and he didn’t hate cats either, he loved them actually – he simply felt envy when he saw balconies full of colors and he remembered how his mother usually didn’t let plants thrive in their house, how she usually changed them every year and threw them away like they were nothing. Minho didn’t have them for himself, he didn’t even have the room for himself despite physically having one. His family controlled his whole life and he didn’t have a choice but to go, coming to visit barely twice a year and only to see the family’s cats he still deeply adored. The only thing he kept from his house was a big diary, full of pressed flowers and the habit of pressing them while he wrote long pages about his life.

Jisung instead missed his hometown more than Minho but he didn’t have a reason to come back, he didn’t love his parents and he knew his brother was doing an excellent job with the whole estate, the house and the gardens and the money he kept transferring Jisung every single month. In exchange, Jisung sent him stuff for his personal collection.

It was a weird way to live a life, but both lovers were grateful they could at least spend the days together, far from everything.

— today —

“Jisung, harder.” Minho moaned, rolling his hips at the other and hiding his face in the pillow that strangely smelled of those poor rose perfumes that Minho slightly hated. Not that he liked rose perfume anyways but it was a slight candy smell and the more he sniffed it the worse it smelled, almost like those flowers were actually fermented till getting a rancid smell out of them; if Minho wasn’t fucking right now he’d totally feel disgusted by it. Fake, everything was fake.

They chose a stupid room in that city they visited some time ago and to be quite honest, Minho thought the one they visited long ago was better, but he wasn’t really in the mood to complain now.

“‘k kitty , just be good.” Jisung pulled his hair, fingers passing over his spine and doing what Minho wanted because there was no way Jisung would refuse him in any way.

“I’m always good.” Minho whined, fingers clenching around the sheets underneath and following the new rhythm Jisung created.

“The best actually.”

It felt good to let go like this, to feel like someone loved you for who you were and Minho never wanted to exchange this with anything in his life. Sticky cum sliding down his thighs when Jisung slapped the muscle one last time and scoffed at the way Minho twitched… it was probably the best way to live, Minho never got sick of it.

“You made a mess, dumb kitty .”

Minho rolled over on his back, the stickiness on the sheets was something he could totally forget if it meant to stay in bed another couple hours with Jisung. Every single place was home if he shared it with Jisung.

“Cuddle me and shut up.”

Jisung didn’t protest and ignored the mess of cum and lube all over their bodies as he leaned over Minho’s body, their mouths the first to reunite and then their bodies lacing.

“I can’t believe we’re here again.”

Minho couldn’t either, this place didn’t really change in two years, but to be quite honest, neither did they.

The same flowery smell everywhere, balconies full of roses and ivy, small petunias peeking from the metal grills of the balcony of their room and they didn’t smell of anything, Minho was glad he wasn’t able to bring another memory with him for once. Smell was the easiest way to make Minho nostalgic, he couldn’t forget how good the pink roses smelled in his garden when he was a child before his mother ripped them off, putting lilies in their place. He still had a petal pressed of those roses in one of his old notebooks, before gifting one to Jisung.

“Remember where we spent a couple nights when we were here last time?” Jisung asked, right after pulling Minho closer to his chest and kissing his forehead softly.

Minho did, he remembered how they stayed for two days and then the third and last one, they paid for someone else to wake up late in a big messy room and eat breakfast and maybe be able to wipe those sad tears off his face.

It was such a vivid memory, he still remembered the name of that man because Jisung told him no one could break him apart and put him back together better than Minho. He remembered the way it lasted hours, how that back arched for him and how, in all that mess, Jisung made that man scream a name they weren’t able to recognize.

The red sheets were soft under Minho’s touch today, the warm light peeking from the blinds was such a contrast with the cool silk, like that very night when Minho had that man whimper.

What a weird way to live, to remember something like that at dawn .

— 2 years ago —

The city was partly awake, partly sleeping. And the solid noise of their motorcycle was probably waking up the people going to sleep early.

Minho remembered it was a consolation to hear and not annoying, when he was younger. It meant someone was awake when he was, and later on, it meant Jisung was there to help him sneak out.

The lights were out, it had rained today so the air was crisp and there were still some small puddles on the destroyed concrete. There were holes on the ground and closed stores that looked abandoned, there was no one around and the more they walked – after leaving their motorcycle near the hotel – the more it felt sort of discomforting. That place missed life, it missed warmth, it missed energy. And that feeling was in every single graffiti on the wall, in every single decrepit house, in every single dying flower growing in between the cracks on the concrete.

And the streetlamps were flickering, as if reality was glitching .

Were all those details important?

Minho sometimes liked to think they were, there was a reason he picked all those small details around and made a collection, a movie, in his brain, while he walked around the city holding Jisung’s hand.

“That looks cool.” Jisung pointed at a bar in the end of the alley, dimmer lights and a bass boosted music already tickling their ears.

Minho knew that Jisung was about to drag him into that bar and he followed him, ready to at least enjoy the night. Minho didn’t hate that new city but he felt weird exploring it for two days straight, he wanted to go elsewhere, he wanted to move on already but Jisung needed to sleep in the same bed sometimes, to give himself the illusion they settled down.

Minho couldn’t lie, he didn’t hate the idea of that but it was also scary, to settle down with someone in general, it wasn’t Jisung the issue there. He loved traveling, he loved seeing lots of stuff and not getting caught up in the smell of familiarity. Only Jisung had to be familiar to him, the rest needed to be new. Always.

And Minho was already getting too used to this city.

Nonetheless, Minho followed Jisung inside that bar. Full of men, full of people, full of fun. Because Minho was looking for that too, sharing experiences and life and sex with Jisung.

Minho wasn’t a big fan of the drinks there while Jisung barely had one, they were unique in a way but also blunt and sort of too alcoholic and less of everything else.

Jisung looked bored but his eyes were looking for something. Or rather, someone. Someone to have in between.

The bar was full but the people smoked too much and Minho didn’t like it, not that Jisung enjoyed it. They both stopped smoking long ago and they weren’t in the mood to do anything but stare at the counter or kiss from time to time.

That, until someone sat next to them and ordered a gin.

Minho looked at him with the corner of his eyes, he was definitely more discreet than Jisung, who simply stared at the man up and down.

A simple shirt, unbuttoned at the neck, no jewelry at all, a fancy belt and ripped jeans that didn’t seem to belong to the man next to them. A very interesting shade of brown as hair, long fingers and longing eyes. What a strange individual.

Minho didn’t say anything while Jisung leaned closer to the other, in an attempt to get his attention.

“Hey.” Jisung was the first to say something and although it might sound smooth, Minho rolled his eyes because it wasn’t really that much of a technique to flirt – even if it worked with Minho perfectly that cool day of August, when the summer was fading and so did his garden.

The man reacted slowly, turning to face Jisung with half lidded eyes, almost uninterested but he looked pretty disoriented, maybe a little tired but who wasn’t in a city that needed hard work to function? Especially since the hard work was the people that looked enslaved by their own carriers, but Minho shook all those deep thoughts away to focus on the man.

“Bored?” Jisung asked, not even touching his glass while the other took small sips from his before placing it down on the counter, not taking his hand from it but his eyes looking at Jisung and then Minho.

“Kind of.”

Cool voice, a little shy but the music was too loud so maybe the impression was misleading.

“Looking for something fun to do or am I overstepping?” Jisung tried, glancing at Minho once and Minho shrugged weakly, eyes meeting the other’s.

He smiled, even if it was brief and he offered his hand, “I’m Seungmin.”

Oh?

A name, usually people didn’t offer it first. Minho figured this one was different.

“Jisung,” Jisung took that shaky hand, “and he’s Minho.”

Seungmin reached for Minho’s hand too, noticing how Jisung had Minho’s other hand in his and the fingers laced together.

And Minho didn’t miss the way his eyes blinked in a surprised way, but everyone did. Jisung was the flirty one, Minho instead liked to follow. Because Jisung was the type to read the room while Minho… he wanted everything and everyone but he was bad at choosing. The only thing he did right in his life was kiss Jisung that night and from there, everything he did with Jisung was the right thing.

“You two seem close.”

And here it was… what Minho hated to explain. Some people acted like they never expected a couple to want to mingle, like they didn’t want them to have fun with someone else. Some people told Minho that maybe Jisung wasn’t enough for him. But they were all wrong, because his relationship was perfect. And the proof was in the trust Jisung put in Minho and he put in Jisung, they believed in that love and that life and that the world was on their side.

“We’re together.” Jisung laughed softly, he expected that so he acted cool about it but the man’s face dropped.

“Ah.”

“But we’re sort of open,” Minho rushed out, elbowing Jisung, “to other things, people.”

Jisung didn’t flinch, he was so confident when it came to that. While Minho found it rather inconvenient at times, but they managed a good fuck every single time.

It was sex, and although people forgot about their experiences with time, Minho didn’t. He remembered names, faces and some tiny details. He wondered what detail his eyes would pick about Seungmin.

“I see.” Seungmin brought the glass to his lips, but he didn’t drink much.

“You’re alone?” Jisung instead acted unbothered but those words seemed to disappoint the other.

“Definitely.”

Minho sensed bitterness in that word, but he didn’t ask.

It looked like Seungmin was about to start a long discussion about what’s happening with him anyway, judging by the way he took a deep breath, looking around before placing the glass down.

“I hate this place, I don’t feel like getting wasted, I’m alone and quite sick of everything.”

And Minho was right.

“Sad,” Jisung curled his lips up, trying to empathize, “maybe you need something to… spice it up?”

Seungmin eyed Jisung for a second, leaning on the counter with a frown, “and you’re into it?”

“I mean, why not?” Jisung shot Minho a glance before his eyes went back to Seungmin, scanning his face.

Seungmin chuckled, “you’re not from here.”

It wasn’t a question but Minho hummed anyway, chin resting on Jisung’s shoulder and arms looping around his lover’s waist.

“Do you know any place here?”

“We have a room on the other side of the road.” Jisung pointed back with his thumb, a slight grin growing on his lips.

Minho didn’t say anything, he agreed with everything Jisung wanted, he was bored anyways so he was curious to have a taste of the man in front of them: clean face, long shirt and not even pierced ears. It was a dichotomy, Jisung had so many and Minho did too but there was nothing glittery about this man.

Except for his eyes because Seungmin looked around again and they were filled with tears that didn’t roll down his eyes, but he looked disappointed.

Two strangers hitting on him was too much for him?

Or maybe… he hoped someone else would come to take him?

Minho was probably reading too much into it.

“Can I come with you two?” Seungmin spoke despite his eyes still up, staring at the stairs in search of something – someone most definitely.

“Sure,” Minho replied before Jisung could, “wanna get laid or–”

“Yeah,” Seungmin gave up and looked at them, “100% yes.”

Jisung grinned, sliding one hand over Seungmin’s, “so, wanna get out of here?”

The way Seungmin took that hand and almost pulled Jisung down from his chair answered pretty well to that question and Minho let out a chuckle by himself, following them outside.

Cool air and a clear night, maybe it would not rain again.

Seungmin was quiet only for a moment but when they turned to the main road, he let out a long yawn while stretching his arms up, “where are you from, by the way?”

Seungmin addressed the question to both, but he looked at Jisung all the time.

Jisung didn’t know what to say so Minho interjected instead, “far, we travel on a motorcycle all day and night.”

Seungmin seemed to repeat those words, whispering them as if he was trying to understand their meaning.

“Sounds cool…” he said after a long moment, looking up at the broken streetlights they passed one by one, “freeing.”

It was freeing, it meant so much for both.

“It is.” Jisung said, bumping his shoulder on Minho’s and the other scoffed.

It was more than freeing, it was their whole life for now.

“I wish I had someone to look for freedom with.” Seungmin mumbled, in hope they didn’t hear him probably but oh they did.

So well.

“For starters,” Jisung placed a hand over his shoulder, squeezing it a little and stopping, they were almost there anyways, “enjoy what you have now.”

Yea… Minho knew what Jisung meant so well.

Enjoy the fact you can try and look for freedom, the fact you’re free to look for it, the fact you have a moment of freedom, because they couldn’t.

In the past, Minho and Jisung had to hide, they had to fake, to agree with stuff they didn’t understand. And only now they can say they are free , even if money comes from the same place they used to be tied to. If it wasn’t for Jisung’s brother… Minho doesn’t want to even think about it.

In the end, their freedom felt mostly like a long chain, they didn’t really leave the country anyways. They were free in a place controlled by them, but one day they could go far away. What they had now… that was freedom too, to hope to be free completely; 50% was enough now.

“I guess.”

Seungmin’s answer bugged Minho but he let it slide, everyone had a different experience of life anyways. Jisung instead smiled, almost in pity. Or envy. And Minho agreed with both those feelings.

“So,” Jisung pulled Minho by his waist, looking at Seungmin with a serious expression, “you didn’t change your mind?”

“Not at all.”

Minho sighed, “then I guess it’s the case to say let’s go inside.”

And Seungmin was the first to open the door of their room, looking inside like he had never seen a hotel room before. Red sheets, a clean smell and the other two at the door, closing it and waiting for Seungmin to initiate something. Minho wasn’t really used to people being shy but he guessed there was a first time for him too eventually.

Seungmin looked around, as if he was testing the furniture quality with his eyes and Jisung simply appreciated that, eyes on him and hand in Minho’s.

“Roses.” Seungmin pointed at the vase on a random table near the curtains and Minho walked to him.

Those were pink roses to be exact, Jisung’s favorites. Minho wasn’t a fan but Jisung adored them and Minho adored Jisung.

Then he stopped when Jisung passed him, he was feeling on the edge and observing the way Seungmin’s lips curled up, so was he. Minho shook his head, he had the slight impression they met a man very similar to Jisung. But he didn’t want to judge him on first impressions, even if he already did.

“I’m gonna ask you something real quick ok?” Jisung said and Seungmin turned to the bed, staring at him like he was hungry to answer, to know.

To experience.

Maybe Minho was reading too much into that but he enjoyed it; observing all that was sort of comforting, it gave him power to decide whether he liked it or not.

“I’m clean.” Seungmin’s answer caused Minho to snort.

“ Lovely , so are we, but we use condoms,” Jisung nodded to himself, he suddenly felt mocked and it was probably Minho’s presence ready to tease him, “then another one,” Jisung leaned forwards, pushing Seungmin on the bed slowly, almost making him sit rather than pushing him flat on it, “slow or rough?”

Minho scoffed, taking his shoes off.

Jisung always asked that, because based on the answer, he knew how to behave. Jisung was a sweet lover but he knew how to take control, how to fuck someone into oblivion , while Minho… he was a beast sometimes but he was able to keep it slow.

“I’m not that kinky.”

Jisung licked his bottom lip, sucking it in between his teeth and then smiled, “understood.”

“And you?” Seungmin rushed out, one hand reaching for Jisung’s wrist and Minho couldn’t resist gasping at that, even if none of them heard him.

That was brave.

“We like however you want it to,” Jisung didn’t hesitate a moment in replying, “so let us know how to want this.”

“I wanna be in between.” And neither did Seungmin, shyness dissipating into thin air.

Well… that was meant to be fun.

Jisung turned to Minho, “I will go to the bathroom for a moment, ok?”

Minho nodded, taking his jacket off and looking at Seungmin, determined to not let him feel uncomfortable.

Jisung disappeared inside the bathroom, taking his sweet time to find what he needed and Minho crawled on the bed next to Seungmin.

“Hi.”

Seungmin laid down, looking at Minho with a half smile.

“I like it slow.”

Minho cooed over that and got on his knees, very near to Seungmin’s head, “then we’ll go slow, I like slow too.”

Seungmin sat up, turning to face Minho as he kicked his shoes off.

“Want a kiss or that’s off limits?” Minho murmured, surging closer and taking Seungmin’s chin in between his thumb and pointer.

Seungmin didn’t protest and leaned in, lips brushing together, “I sort of want to but I’m not really in the mood.”

“It’s ok, if you wanna do so, I’m right here.” Minho said softly, hands going up and down Seungmin’s arms and the other visibly started relaxing under Minho’s touch.

Minh was under the impression that Seungmin was sweet, he required so much care and Minho was the best at that. And foreplay was his thing, Minho was good at it because he knew how to put people at ease, Jisung always said that.

Seungmin dragged Minho down over him, “can you–” the shyness took over for a moment and Seungmin bit his lip.

“Yes?” Minho spurred him to go on but Seungmin didn’t have words for a moment, his face growing pink and Minho bit his lower lip to not laugh, it was cute.

People always looked at him like that, even Jisung looked at him like that when he was the one to bottom, he guessed it was his face or something – even if usually Jisung told him it was a very specific way Minho eyed people, looked at them when they were under him.

Whatever it was, Seungmin gaped for words and his eyes were shaking.

“Is it… I mean, is it ok if you kiss me?” Seungmin stuttered and Minho really couldn’t resist smiling at his face, fingers pressing gently on his skin and lips.

“Where?”

“ Every –I mean, neck and…”

“Sorry I tease,” Minho laughed softly, then leaned down to plant a gentle kiss right under Seungmin’s chin, “I prefer when people ask me what they want.”

Seungmin was shaking, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as he whispered to Minho to kiss him more and Minho didn’t deny him at all.

“T–there–”

Minho huffed, involuntarily blowing on the skin and causing Seungmin to arch his back with a soft moan. He was so satisfied to see the man beneath him melt slowly.

“Can I help you undress?”

Seungmin hummed, then added a word because he, for some reason, managed to catch on what Minho told him earlier: Minho wanted words.

Minho started by taking off that belt and placing it on the nightstand neatly, he figured it was something special but he didn’t ask – it was enough to look at Seungmin to know. Then he lifted his shirt up, opening his jeans and not doing anything else for now, slowly passing his fingers over Seungmin’s tummy and up to his chest, thing the other seemed to appreciate a lot since he covered his mouth with his hand, leaning in the touch.

Minho first took the hand off of his mouth, brushing over the lip with his thumb then kept going, short nails tracing imaginary patterns on the skin.

“Pretty chest,” Minho hummed to himself, “ever thought of a tattoo here?”

Seungmin inhaled shakely, “I don’t know what to get.”

“I’ll show you mine in a second, wait.” Minho sat upright, taking his shirt off rapidly while Seungmin’s shaking fingers unbuttoned his own till the end, his whole torso on display.

Bare, not one sign of touch on it, but some occasional moles here and there on his tummy, not enough to connect in a constellation even if Minho would have wanted to.

Seungmin’s eyes shone at Minho’s tattoo, vines and leaves dancing around each other from his collarbones to his pecs, falling perfectly on his chest.

“Like it?” Minho giggled, reaching for Seungmin’s hand to urge him to trace it by himself after towering over him, “you can touch.”

Seungmin’s palm was a little sweaty, he was both nervous and a little excited, Minho could tell.

“You’re comfy?”

Seungmin nodded, “I am, can you kiss me again? Everywhere?”

Minho couldn’t help but smile as he nodded and his lips went back on his neck, not really sucking on his skin but making sure to leave some faint marks here and there. Seungmin was bucking up, hands finally touching Minho’s waist and sliding them over his naked body. The cold metal of Minho’s snake bites seemed to excite him, because every time Minho pressed them over his skin Seungmin let out a pleased hiss, his knees shaking and legs opening more and more for him.

It was very interesting to see someone so into futile details, and a stranger nonetheless. Because Minho was used to Jisung always moaning when he did that but now a stranger they met in a bar was making such a fuss over so little and growing aroused over nothing much.

But again, foreplay was Minho’s thing. He knew how to tease, how to make others shake with bare minimum and it always worked.

Minho grinded on him slowly, Seungmin’s pelvis almost trying to keep up with the slow pace Minho dictated. Minho kept moving while his lips went up to Seungmin’s ear, slowly sucking on the lobe.

“I’m missing a lot it seems.” Jisung spoke at the door, leaned on it and his jeans were opened as well.

Minho turned to him slightly, pelvis pressed over Seungmin’s as the other shook under him, hands still roaming through the vines on Minho’s chest.

“Not the best part,” Minho laughed, “don’t worry.”

“I’m really not,” Jisung jumped on the bed, hands sinking in the silky sheets, “he’s enjoying it.”

“And you enjoy the view.” Minho blew Jisung a kiss, then winked at Seungmin before sliding down to kiss all over his chest, lips stopping at one nipple.

“Of course I do.” Jisung took his shirt off as well, sliding off his jeans too and kicking them on the floor.

Seungmin had his eyes on him, even if they were lidded because he was slowly losing himself in pleasure, Minho was sucking on his nipple hard and his fingers were playing with the other one.

The whines filling the room were getting irresistible so Jisung scooted closer, one hand over Minho’s neck and sliding it in his hair, pulling at it and his head back in one go. Minho moaned, eyes on Seungmin and the other almost whined again because of that alone.

“He’s pretty, right?”

Seungmin nodded, gulping hard and Minho moaned again, this time mostly for the scene, for the sake of it.

“Baby, he’s gonna pass out if you keep this up.” Minho licked his lips, looking at Jisung when the other let go of him and Minho got off Seungmin to take the lube.

Jisung got closer then, one hand sliding down from Seungmin’s chest to his hips, “can I touch you?”

Seungmin nodded, eyes looking at Jisung’s arm and noticing a tiny leaf there. Jisung realized that and turned his back to him, to show off the tattoo better while he palmed Seungmin, waiting for him to rut in his hand.

“You’re so hard,” he stated, “who do you want to fuck you?”

Seungmin pointed at Minho with a deep exhale, “can I blow you?”

Minho couldn’t help the chuckle as he uncapped the lube, while Jisung slowly peeled Seungmin’s thighs off those jeans.

“I should have imagined it,” Jisung scoffed, but he looked amused, not bothered at all, “sure you can.”

They were slowly getting undressed and Jisung found it interesting how Seungmin looked at him, like he was connecting the dots between them. Most of all, the tattoos.

Those were very important for Jisung, he liked the way people looked at them like they were too close to even touch but ended up in the middle of the two.

Jisung helped Seungmin place his head on his thigh, this way he could have the other right where he wanted him to be, with his face on his dick.

“Is it fine without a condom, Jisung?” Seungmin asked after a while, staring at the cock close to his face and he looked so tempted to taste.

“Why?” Jisung asked with a grin, already ripping off the pack of the condom.

“Because I want you to–you know…”

Shy.

He was shy again and he looked like he wanted to ask so much but words died in his throat every single time.

“I’ll take it off when I’m about to cum, is it ok for you?” Jisung put his condom on, staring at Minho for a moment when the other poured the lube on his hand.

Seungmin nodded, his nose smelling something sweet.

Jisung noticed right away and he giggled, almost embarrassed.

“Sorry, vanilla is fine?”

“Seriously, Jisung?” Minho grumbled, his fingers not even getting to touch Seungmin after asking him three fucking times if he was ready.

“Not everyone likes strawberry flavored stuff.” Jisung argued back, fakely pouting but it didn’t touch Minho at all.

“I can’t believe you bought that–”

“I love vanilla.” Seungmin cut the discussion off, pushing himself on Minho’s fingers.

“Bet you do.”

If it meant more, apparently Seungmin didn’t pick the allusion, but mostly because he was distracted by the way Minho pressed inside of him slowly. Jisung let it drop too, he was too deep into his own hornyness to care and start that discussion now.

Seungmin’s mouth felt good too when Jisung finally got to feel it, the condom was too thin to even notice a difference.

And after having prepped Seungmin slowly – like everything Minho did, Minho was so slow – he could finally feel the vibration of those small moans around his cock when Minho bottomed out.

It couldn’t be the first time Seungmin did that, right?

He was so good, he sucked so well while meeting Minho’s rolls and timid thrusts, he knew how to roll his hips well and bob his head on Jisung’s cock at the same time, it was sort of endearing to watch more than to feel.

And Minho probably shared Jisung’s opinion, Minho’s eyes were right on Seungmin’s tummy, the way Seungmin clenched around Minho’s cock sent jolts through his body and Jisung found that endearing to see too.

That was meant to last so much they really lost track of time – especially when Seungmin popped off to touch Jisung’s cock before guiding it down his throat again as much as he could in that position and let out such lewd sounds, slurping on it like it was a vanilla lollipop .

Jisung was close but he tried to not move – or worse, thrust in that mouth that felt too good to be full of teeth – and be good, especially because judging by Minho’s face, he was enjoying it too much and Jisung wanted to see it break into a long whine that would probably never come since Minho always suppressed himself in front of others.

It was slow but it slowly grew frantic and Jisung’s hand in Seungmin’s hair was shaking as he pulled those chocolate strands from his sweaty red face.

Right when Minho thrust up hard and cummed with a groan he tried to muffle in his own palm, Jisung pulled out, jerking off on Seungmin’s face and the other let his tongue out, waiting for it like he was thirsty for it. It was quite a view but then Seungmin let out a loud moan, the noise of it similar to a name, or so it seemed to Minho’s ears.

The way he took everything they gave them, slowly and begging and with a soft attitude, like he deserved it, he was worthy of pleasure but in a shy way. Even though Minho didn’t miss that, and the way he fucked his fist and moved over Minho’s spent cock to cum hard in his hand, shaking while Jisung painted his face white.

“Fuck.” Jisung breathed out, he wasn’t even sure who to look at first.

Minho looked exhausted in the best of ways, ethereal as usual but Jisung never grew tired of his face after he cummed, he glowed. Seungmin instead was licking his lips while looking at Jisung with one eye, the other was hidden in his bare thigh and his hands finally let go of the sheets as he tried to roll over.

Jisung decided he was the one that needed more attention now and apparently Minho agreed because they both wiped his face clean gently before Minho finally pulled out.

Seungmin didn’t pass out after that but both Jisung and Minho gave him time to breathe and helped him sit up a little and sip some water. He didn’t seem to want a shower but Minho insisted on cleaning him at least, a warm wet towel passing over his reddened skin seemed to be enough for now.

Jisung observed them for a while before scooting further, patting the space in between, an invitation for Minho to lay down. But they didn’t sleep much, they were up by 5am and they were a little shocked to find Seungmin still sleeping in the same position they left him in, the same blanket covering him and chest heaving slowly.

It was weird because usually, people woke up in the middle of the night and left but Seungmin didn’t, he was sleeping. And Jisung woke up Minho to go take a long shower – and make out under the running water before dawn because it was their thing .

When they came back in the room, they collected their things and were ready to leave. Dawn was there and Seungmin wasn’t part of it but it was a great memory to keep at dawn, at least for them.

Jisung left the flowers there, he found it a good present for Seungmin after a great night – and the room was still theirs for at least the rest of the morning so Seungmin could wake up to breakfast and check out a room that was already paid for.

Minho caressed his face one last time, staring at the way the hair was falling in his eyes and it looked like Seungmin was peacefully asleep. Jisung was waiting at the door, leaned with his shoulder on the doorframe, his lips curled in a half smirk.

Seungmin was probably dreaming of something good because he was softly giggling, even if he wasn’t moving in his sleep. Minho didn’t know if to leave him something, the soft and already fading mark on his chest was probably enough as a token of the experience – and Jisung left him flowers too, it was probably enough. And a room all for himself, Minho for some reason hoped it was enough. Night stands worked like that for them and Seungmin looked comfortable.

“It’s dawn, love .” Jisung said to get Minho’s attention and his lover hummed, putting the last distance in between him and that bed.

Minho turned to walk to Jisung, dragging him out of the room and closing the door slowly to not make any noise.

“Yea, let’s go.”

— today —

“I think we should go,” Jisung grumbled in Minho’s hair, still peppering kisses here and there, “maybe we can go to the city next to this one.”

Minho hummed absently in his chest, he wanted to cuddle Jisung more but he knew the other was right, it wasn’t like they could stay too much in the same place, it was rather boring.

Now the other city… it was actually a small town, one of those that seemed to go in slow motion and Jisung enjoyed it more than him. Maybe that’s why he wanted to go back there. They saw it a year ago, when they took a detour and realized they saw this city but now the town nearby.

And that town was sort of weird and they stayed in a hostel for only one day, they ended up in a place they usually refused to go to but that day was for trying new things and making themselves giggle, bigots were sort of entertaining.

“Shower and then dress?” Jisung suggested, hands slipping under Minho’s armpits and slowly lifting him up so their faces ended up being at the same level.

Minho nodded, yawning and then rubbing his teary eyes. He was tired and he wanted to sleep more but it was not possible.

“Bring me there,” Minho pouted, “I refuse to walk.”

Jisung pecked his lips with a smile, nodding.

It was probably the way Jisung kissed him and passed his lips down to his collarbones, where leaves were tracing down the bones and fell down on his chest, or maybe it was the way Jisung smelled of adoration, Minho never hated how he smelled, how Jisung never regretted sharing those leaves with him. And while Minho’s were all over his chest, Jisung’s were all over his back.

They completed each other in ways Minho wasn’t able to explain, from stupid tattoos that would fade away when they grew old to kisses that lost fierceness and became tender, sweet with a tint of love that they weren’t able to share with anyone.

Everything could crumble down but them, everything was slowly dying around them but their love. It always grew stronger, it always resisted, it always made sense.

“Leather jacket again?” Jisung said while holding Minho on his lap, kissing his whole body slowly while Minho’s hands went up to Jisung’s neck and then down to his back.

The best part about being with each other was the way no one got them. Long ago the tattoo artist adding leaves to Jisung’s back complained about how the tattoo looked very damaged, like he had it for decades. Jisung had it for almost a decade actually, but the fact it looked like that was Minho’s fault and Jisung was sort of proud of it.

It was a matching tattoo that had Minho’s touch on it: Minho scratched Jisung’s, Jisung bit Minho’s. It was more than anything anybody could understand.

“Match with me.” Minho snickered.

They were soulmates more than the concept itself.

— 1 year ago —

Church on Sunday was an experience somehow, because people always found a way to make it look pretty fake. No one really cared about god, maybe they simply wanted to give the blame for their actions to someone else, to someone unreachable that will keep the secret.

Morning, 9am, but they’ve been awake since dawn as usual, they didn’t even know why but they always woke up at that hour. It was the best and worst thing for them, dawn was theirs every single time.

And apparently now they were in church. Minho used to go when he was little, Jisung instead never cared and his parents weren’t able to drag him there, the kid screamed too much for them to even try to.

But Jisung liked churches actually, he loved visiting them. And this one had beautiful gardens filled with flowers and plants and the morning sun woke up all types of tiny flowers.

“I love daisies so much.”

Daisies.

Jisung adored daisies.

He loved roses but daisies were more kin to him. Minho gifted him a pair of daisy earrings once and Jisung still had them, sometimes he wore them. And Jisung looked happy having all that space for himself, people were already inside but Jisung wanted to walk around before.

Mass wasn’t a thing they enjoyed, churches were slightly wasted on ceremonies, they were only fancy houses for Minho. God wasn’t a great thing for him, he wasn’t kind and he wasn’t salvation.

Jisung though, he had a problem with God, like he wanted to fight him or something and Minho wasn’t sure it was entirely his family’s fault. Deep down, Jisung hated everything that was sacred, that was meaningful to others, that had some sort of divine aura around. But he loved flowers, he loved them and as Jisung plucked a tiny daisy and put it in the pocket of his shirt, the petals peeking from the hem, Minho loved him too.

“I love you.”

And he couldn’t resist kissing him in front of that symbol of god, it was tempting to do more, to make out in the grass and maybe have a quickie behind the church but Jisung was there to do something more than fuck him pressed on a wall on a Sunday morning.

“Me too, Minho.”

So they went inside.

Good church men, all with secrets, all with problems. Many had wives, children and some looked bothered by being there.

Jisung scanned the place with a smug grin, fingers playing with Minho’s in his and Minho didn’t resist squeezing his hand as they walked to sit far away from all the people there.

Minho put his eyes on a man though.

He was short, he had a college bag with him so he was from there, he was keeping his distance from someone more and more, sliding on the bench but Minho could see a hand reaching for his. It was hesitating, shaky and the blond man kept looking around, as if he was checking if someone was watching, before squeezing it.

Minho was; and judging by Jisung’s surprised sound when the mass was over, Jisung saw too.

Two men. The blond one looked at Minho, then squeezed that hand before letting go, ears getting red. He kept his head down, sometimes peeking with his eyes at Minho and Jisung and they never stopped holding hands but the blond’s hands were holding each other now because when the mass was over, he was the first that stood up and went in the opposite direction the exit was.

The people all stood up but Jisung didn’t move and Minho didn’t either, head falling over Jisung’s shoulder and letting people pass them little by little.

People stared, some refused to and kids were actually waving and smiling at them. Minho didn’t like kids but kids liked him and he smiled back, he did nothing more.

Then Jisung gasped, eyes on someone Minho didn’t see. He looked familiar as he turned around and Jisung pulled Minho’s shirt to get his attention.

Minho turned to him slightly and Jisung pointed at the man getting out through a smaller door, "isn't him that guy we fucked last time?"

Minho was about to ask who since they fucked too many but the profile was too familiar and he whispered back with a surprised face, "Seungmin?"

Jisung nodded, he seemed to remember the name only now.

It made sense he was there, that town was next to the city they met in and he didn't say where he was from anyways.

“Yea, what’s he doing here?” Jisung didn’t move to stand yet, like he wasn’t even curious despite asking that question.

“I really didn’t think he’d be religious.” Minho commented, uninterested as well.

“Minho, we fucked him once.”

“And he was very chatty.”

“True.”

Minho couldn’t resist the cute face Jisung was making so he kissed him again, this time a loud smack on his cheek that sort of echoed, “shall we go?” then he spoke on his skin with a pout.

“To fuck in the confessional?”

“No,” Minho shook his head then turned serious, “to look for that guy that kept looking around like he was doing something illegal.”

“Of course you saw that.” Jisung scoffed, finally hinting that he was about to stand up.

“He looked at us.” Minho said, standing first and pulling Jisung up as well.

“He went to hide.”

“That was a guy, right?” Minho asked, letting go of Jisung’s hand only to neat his clothes and help Jisung look presentable as well.

For what reason, Minho wasn’t really sure.

Jisung pulled him close, their lips meeting softly before separating and meeting again, a hungry kiss in the middle of a church. Poetic, marriage wasn’t for them but Minho felt like he just said yes to Jisung for life, even if he already did long ago.

Then they walked along the central nave, admiring the church like they were tourists and when they got to the confessional, they heard a weird ruffling sound.

And Jisung smirked like he knew what was happening so he leaned on the metal construction, cocking his head to the side and Minho heard a loud scream.

“Hi.”

Jisung instead only waved, and then signed Minho to come take a look.

The blond man was sitting there on the cold marble, looking for something in his bag and there were many things on the floor: two books – of very eccentric taste – and a history manual, some weird jewels and a candle.

Jisung laughed as the other didn’t really move, he wasn’t hiding from them and actually, he looked quite relieved – or maybe Minho was seeing things.

“Name?” Jisung started, leaning closer.

“Felix.” the answer didn’t hesitate to come.

“Pretty,” Jisung beamed, “I’m Jisung and he’s Minho,” he rapidly continued, “occupation?”

The other didn’t seem to hesitate at all, as if he wanted to spill his guts right there.

“Collage and I work at the bar in the city–”

“Cool,” Jisung cut him short, he wasn’t even interested in that, “what’s you hiding from?”

Minho looked at the man gripping the candle and putting it back inside the bag and Minho swore he heard a bell of some sort when Felix moved the bag on his lap.

“No one.”

“I bet,” Jisung rolled his eyes up, he wasn’t buying that, “but the right answer, judging by the way your hands shake,” then he crouched down, “is everyone.”

“Jisung, you’re scaring him, stop all that, you’re acting ridiculous.” Minho scolded him.

“I’m not, I’m just trying to connect here.”

“Jisung…” Minho sighed, pulling him back by the shirt, “hey, you’re good?” then he looked at Felix, sort of worried.

What was he even doing there?

“I am, truly,” Felix nodded, then his eyes went to Jisung’s figure, “what are you offering?”

“Not weed.”

The answer made Minho chuckle more than Felix, who stood there trying to say something, his ears a little red and his hand on the hem of his shirt, as if it was suffocating him.

“I saw you two at the mass,” Felix said after a moment, “you’re not from here.”

“How did you guess?” Jisung looked at him and sat on the cold tiles crossing his legs while Minho crouched down, not sitting just yet.

“No one holds hands in here, especially gay people.”

Of course.

“God hates me, I hate god, we’re mutual, don’t worry,” Jisung blew a puff of air, sort of proud of that, “and his house is probably made by my kind so he can suck it.”

Jisung had a point, but Felix looked at him as if he said something out of this world and Minho figured, people usually reacted like that.

“Jisung.” Felix said suddenly, gathering his stuff and getting on his knees before Jisung could even answer.

“Yea?”

It was like time stopped, the magic of strangers that didn’t judge sinners.

“You’re free now?”

Minho smirked, hand going to hold Jisung’s

“We both are,” was Jisung’s reply, “we’re together.”

“Oh.”

“Open,” Minho added, pinching Jisung’s back of the hand, “ fuck , Jisung, stop teasing him.”

“Ok, fine,” Jisung massaged his hand rapidly, looking for Minho’s hand again, “why are you asking?”

“You looked like you were looking for something.” Felix closed his bag, gripping the strap hard.

“I’m looking for a good fuck.” Jisung said simply with a shrug.

Minho would have loved to hit him in the head but stopped the moment Felix’s face grew slightly red, fingers fondling with the fabric.

“I’m looking for that too.”

Oh!

Minho felt so stupid, of course someone looking at them like that meant something, just their luck on a Sunday morning.

Minho leaned closer, “we can actually arrange that, if you want.”

The shy hum took Minho by surprise, he really hit the jackpot. Jisung laughed softly instead, he looked suddenly euphoric and Minho wished to see him like that always.

Their hostel wasn’t far from there but Felix was very quiet on the way there, even if, when Minho asked him something, he answered giving a lot of details.

He was about to graduate, he still lived with his parents and he was there to see a friend, a very close one he had feelings for, but he felt rejected by him.

Sad , Minho didn’t like unrequited love. He was lucky he had Jisung.

Their room was colder than when they left at dawn, but it was still comfy.

Felix entered and looked around with big eyes, stopping by the vase with red and yellow tulips, at the peak of their blooming.

They smelled good, Jisung liked them and Minho bought him that bouquet because they went on a date and had breakfast with cheesecake and coffee. Minho loved to spoil him when Jisung wanted Minho to take care of him.

“So? Comfy enough?” Jisung asked at the door, closing it slowly.

Felix nodded, letting the bag fall down.

“I might look shy but I actually do this… a lot.” Felix said after a while, unbuttoning his shirt a little and revealing a cross necklace that looked sort of dirty.

“Good to know.” Jisung smirked, hand finally leaving Minho’s and going behind him to take his jacket off, hands lingering on the shoulders some more just because and Minho loved the pression there.

“I’m just…” Felix sighed, fingers passing over the petals of the tulips, “sad today and I want someone to fuck the sadness out of me.”

Minho choked on his spit, what a change of attitude.

“I can do that,” Jisung said and walked to him, hands both on Felix’s shoulders, “slow or rough?”

“How rough can you go?”

What an interesting answer.

Apparently Felix was wild and Jisung knew what to do to make him shake. Minho looked at the way Jisung pushed Felix on the bed and the other hissed, then Jisung kicked his shoes off, “as hard as you want.”

“Then I’m going to get stuff, have a preference in lube or stuff?”

Felix looked at Minho and grew impossibly red, covering his face with his hands.

“M–my bag actually…” he whined, embarrassed, “I have stuff there.”

Minho whistled, “want me to get it then?”

“This is gonna be weird.” Felix nodded but those words betrayed him, he was actually so insecure.

Jisung pried those hands off his face, gently but efficient enough to make eye contact, “look at me.”

The words were soft, gentle like Jisung had never been.

“Want to show what you have there or not?” 

“I already know what,” Minho said rapidly, not moving to open the bag yet, “I think I guessed it right.”

Felix whined and sat upright, “open it, Minho.”

Only now Minho crouched down to unzip it and as he imagined, there were some unopened sex toys, a pair of cat ears with bells attached to them and a very interesting plug with a long fluffy white tail, still in a box.

Minho took that out first and Jisung seemed to lose his mind for a moment, his eyes blown out of their orbits.

“That’s very fucking cool.”

Minho agreed, who would have guessed.

“I… I’m wearing one now.” Felix said as he tried to sit comfortably and maybe that was why Minho found him rather restless.

“Wait… for real?" Jisung snapped his head back at Felix, gaping.

Felix hummed, “the other one was meant to take its place.”

“I like it…” Jisung stated rapidly, like he had no doubts about it, “wanna wear it now?”

Felix nodded hard, his neck probably hurting and Minho stood up with the plug in his hand, opening the package rapidly and passing it to Felix, even if his shaky hands weren’t really able to take it out so Minho helped him instead, sitting down next to him.

“I saw you had cute wings there too.” Minho mumbled, eyes trying to focus on Felix to make him feel comfortable and not Jisung basically ripping his shirt off and stepping out of his jeans.

“It’s… for a thing I want to try, actually.”

Felix was distracted too of course, but Minho let it slide; it was Jisung after all, even Minho still thirsted over him and they were literally together.

“In the church?” Jisung chuckled, slowly getting in Minho’s lap and taking his shirt off rapidly, almost ripping Minho’s off of him too – he was so eager.

“Not really… but I do that, a lot.”

And that was it, Felix saw the tattoos now.

It was like magic, everyone gaped at those.

Minho’s were more flashy because they were on his chest while Jisung had to turn for people to see – that was why he rarely bottomed, that was like a thing only Minho saw the most and only for Minho to kiss.

Minho huffed, taking Felix’s hand and guiding it over his chest, “you can touch it.”

“It’s beautiful, both are.”

“Don’t have any?” Jisung asked, moving from Minho’s lap and approaching Felix instead, unbuttoning his shirt completely and sliding it off his shoulders. And that answered Jisung’s question.

It was a very small star, almost looking like part of the multitude of freckles he had all over his skin and face.

“It’s a star.”

“Very cute.” Minho said, looking at it closely.

It looked like a bigger freckle.

“I wanted to get more but my heart broke so I decided to let go.”

“Doesn’t seem like you let go.” Jisung said and his hand slid down to Felix’s crotch, the other nodding for him to keep going.

“I didn’t, I like to pretend I did.”

“I will fuck that feeling out of you if you want me to.”

Felix hummed, “can I kiss either of you?”

And Minho was the first one to kiss him, even if it tasted kind of bitter. This man kept his heart locked and he lost the key somewhere.

Minho hated to see that, but he seemed to want to open his legs instead so it wasn’t really Minho’s business.

The plug he was wearing was quite simple, Minho used to own one like that long ago. And it slipped out pretty easily with the right amount of lube, the tail one fitting in quite well.

It was very pretty actually, besides the thing it was made for, it looked adorable, it even had a bow at the end, red one with golden details.

Felix was easy to break into moans and soft pleased hisses, everything Jisung did seemed to make him crumble and arch his back and his face sank in the sheets like he was meant to do only that today.

The light of the soft morning was warm on his skin and made those freckles look like glitter, Felix was quite a view.

“Get on your back, want to?” Minho said after a while, Jisung going to get a condom from the bathroom.

Felix hummed, rolling on his back.

“You like belly rubbing?”

Felix nodded.

“I guess you trust me, then.”

“I do.”

“Good.” Minho found it relaxing, he liked those too but he didn’t imagine someone could get hard from them.

“It’s the kitty smell.” Jisung snickered, sitting on the bed again and crawling to them.

“Nah, I’m not into pet play,” Minho shook his head, hand still on Felix’s belly, “I only like you calling me kitty .”

Jisung blew Minho a kiss as a reply, surging down to Felix’s cheek to leave a soft kiss there, “kitty or angel?”

“ Kitten is better.” Felix answered rapidly, though he felt embarrassed about it.

“Cool,” Jisung positioned himself in front of Felix, right in between his legs and his hands passed over his thighs, “you actually look very pretty.”

The moan Felix let out was endearing.

“Filthy like the house of god,” Minho laughed, but mostly at the way Felix whrited under his touch, “except he’s not looking now.”

“I think he is,” Jisung argued, pointing up, “maybe seeing you like this is a pleasure, bigger than reigning over saints, right kitten?”

Another whine, this time even louder as he chased Minho’s fingers breaking the contact with his skin.

“This suits you actually,” Jisung fondled the asscheeks, feeling them with both his hands, “pretty.”

And it suited him even more with the cross around his neck, dangling on his skin as he squirmed on the bed.

Minho went behind Felix, holding him on his chest and Felix gripped his arms, reaching for his hands and begging him to touch him again. Minho indulged, fingers finding his nipples first and then leaving small pecks over his neck.

“Were you planning to touch yourself behind that confessional?” Jisung couldn’t resist asking and judging by Felix’s red ears, the answer was–

“Yes.”

Satisfying .

“Bad kitten,” Jisung laughed, “shall I pull your tail for that?”

“ Please .”

It was truly a view, the way Felix pushed himself into Jisung’s hands, asking for more.

“ Kitty ,” Jisung looked at Minho for a moment, “tell the kitten to behave or you’re not getting anything, either of you.”

“I got nothing to do with it, but,” Minho sat Felix upright, “he’ll be good so treat him well.”

“I will.”

And with a smirk, it took a moment to flip Felix over, getting him on all four.

“Good?”

Felix hummed, looking at Minho in front of him then turning his head to plead Jisung with tears in his eyes, “please pull it out.”

“Want something else in its place?” Jisung clenched his fingers on the tail, not pulling it at all just yet.

“You, I want you!”

Jisung loved to hear that, the desperation in that voice riled him up.

“Sure thing.”

Jisung carefully pulled the plug out, then he lubed himself up, he wasn’t sure the lubed condom was enough and he wanted to make sure he wasn’t hurting Felix in any way.

Then his hand plopped on Felix’s ass and the way the other screamed froze both of them.

“ Please just –spank me,” Felix cried out, “please.”

Fuck, Minho almost spat his guts out.

“ Oh , that’s interesting.” Jisung huffed, hand still there on the skin and the way it sort of got goosebumps made Jisung pleased.

Minho agreed, he wanted to say something but Felix’s hand was sliding to his cock and Minho almost shook when Felix looked at him like he wanted to grip at it.

“You can touch me, kitten .”

That hand felt so good around him, Minho didn’t know what to do with his own so they ended up in Felix’s hair, patting his head softly while Jisung slowly slipped inside Felix easily.

One spank and Felix shook.

“You like it more than I thought.” Jisung snickered as he bottomed out.

“Again,” Felix let out, tears in his eyes as he tried to flick his wrist on Minho’s cock, “please.”

“Ok kitten, how hard?”

“However.”

Minho caressed Felix’s face gently, a soft touch compared to the way Jisung slammed into him and his hand hit the reddening skin of his ass, grabbing it hard right after.

The pace was fast and Minho wasn’t even sure he was able to keep up with that but Felix looked so blissed he let it happen, he was so close anyways and Jisung was pushing Felix over his body but Minho didn’t protest, he hugged Felix while Jisung fucked into him rapidly, bringing him close to the edge so quickly the other almost bit into his neck to muffle his noises.

Jisung cummed right after, leaving Minho alone to take care of himself, if it wasn’t that Felix was still getting him off and Minho rutted in his fist, cumming at last with a strained moan he tried to hide in Felix’s hair.

The way Felix’s body went completely spent was sort of endearing too, because Minho was sure he could lift him up and bring him to the bathroom by himself. But Felix refused to cooperate so instead, Jisung took care of everything. Felix mumbled something in Minho’s arms but they didn’t understand what and they decided it was better that way.

Minho’s body was stiff and he truly wanted a bath so he moved to the bathroom after making sure Felix was ok and only spent, but content, judging by the words he spluttered out to Jisung.

Shortly after, Jisung was in the bathroom with him, taking the shower head and washing Minho’s hair in silence, only the sound of water hitting cold tiles and kiss sounds echoing in there.

And they dressed in silence too – but eventually Jisung giggled loud in Minho’s chest when he accidentally poured too much lotion on Minho’s legs – and only then, they got out and looked for their things.

Felix was awake, or as much as he could be, and he rolled on his side when Jisung covered his naked body with the comforter.

“If you go now, I will forgive you anyways,” Felix’s eyes were half lidded, he was falling asleep so quickly, “thanks for this.”

Jisung found it ironic, someone with a cross around his neck forgiving him.

“The room is yours all day,” Jisung planted a quick kiss on Felix’s forehead, “we gotta go but stay as long as you want.”

“I really need sleep.”

Minho found him sort of pitiful, his heart was broken and he was trying his best. Maybe he needed more than a good fuck.

The sound of his breath was very soft, he was probably already asleep.

“We should wake him for lunch.”

“He said he wanted to sleep, he hasn’t been for a while,” Minho whispered, “and we have to go.”

Jisung knew he was right and turned to Minho, leaving Felix’s bed and going to his lover, hugging Minho hard and kissing him even harder.

“You’re right, love .”

Minho knew he was, but he dreaded leaving people like that, usually they did at dawn but this time Minho was hungry for something more than a coffee.

He looked at the room one last time, the curtains covering the windows and the nightstand empty now – only Felix’s phone was on it.

And the vase.

Tulips.

They were pretty good as a token of a night stand.

— today —

Jisung stopped the engine in front of a flower shop. Minho didn’t say a thing while the other hopped off the motorcycle and planted a sweet kiss on his hand after taking the helmet off.

He didn’t ask because Minho already knew what Jisung wanted, it was like a weird ceremony he carried on for years, for his own self and Minho loved to see it.

Jisung entered inside the shop, it was a very small one that had all sorts of flowers outside. Minho knew the names of many: he could see carnations, some sunflowers and basil plants, very cute and tiny succulents and freesias of different colors. Minho remembered his mother loved yellow ones, Minho preferred the pastel purple ones. Some daffodils were slowly faltering and tulips in a corner were hiding behind a big pot of blooming lavender.

Sometimes Minho wondered if there were many people buying flowers and taking care of them, not getting rid of them after just a couple seasons when the flowers eventually died and there was nothing left but a tiny stem as a promise for another blooming season.

And he wondered if wild flowers had it easier.

Minho stepped down the motorcycle too now, taking his helped off, wind messing his hair but he didn’t care as he placed it on the seat and walked slowly to the entrance of the shop, crouching down and hugging his knees to his chest as his eyes focused on the freesias, they seemed so fragile with their white pale color and those stems that looked so frail.

Life was frail , everything was destined to end and Minho was sort of distressed at the thought. Because he was scared of things losing their color.

“Want to buy some?” Jisung placed his hand over Minho’s head, fingers combing his hair to the side.

Minho looked up, finding his boyfriend smiling at him, his arm full of white and pink roses wrapped in a very pretty lille paper – he’d ask for a piece of it to glue in his journal later, to remember how he felt this day later – and Minho sighed, unsure about the reply.

He didn’t like them that much, they weren’t his favorite and he had a weird relationship with them but they didn’t deserve to be hated because the only woman in his life did that to him, made him hate a couple buds that smelled like spring and freshly washed sheets – which wasn’t even that pleasant but Minho did enjoy the smell at some point.

“Maybe three,” Minho pointed at the ones in the back, behind some yellow ones, “the white ones.”

It was like taking those flowers back from his mother, she always kept them more in the vase while she barely left Minho’s flowers in his for more than a week. Flowers and gardens belonged to Minho, he didn’t like them anymore because of her but he wanted the feeling of flowers on his skin back in his life.

“Sure baby.” Jisung took Minho’s hand to help him stand then he dragged him inside, telling the gracious old lady he wanted the freesias too.

The bouquet was very small, and the paper was so thin and it felt odd under the touch of his fingers, not rough but it felt like newspaper or book paper. It was pink, a very pale one that Minho found delicate and soft.

Jisung let Minho smell his bouquet when they were ready to go, smiling almost proudly when Minho made a surprised face as the sweetness. It was delicate, with a hint of red roses' intense perfume but it died quickly.

Jisung kissed his lips rapidly before hopping back on the seat, both flower bouquets secured together in the back.

Many words deserved to be spoken but Minho only had one and it meant so much more than the usual meaning of it. Jisung knew it well, they knew their stories and they knew their struggles, there was nothing that fucked with them when they were together.

“Thanks.”

Jisung only hummed, because he knew , he didn’t need Minho to explain himself further. It was a cruel life they shared with each other enough and now they were free to live and be together however they liked it, at least partially. Memories still lingered on their skin, scars they showed only with each other, but the leaves growing around them were protecting them from the cold wind of time, the time that never stopped, not even for them.

Riding around that town suddenly felt like a new experience for Minho, he wasn’t sure if it was the fact he bought flowers for himself after so long or other things.

His eyes only focused on Jisung and the blue strands still visible from under the helmet.

Minho’s hair was purple again but it still felt heavy. He remembered how his grandma told him when he saw Jisung and him together that they couldn't make red. Because Jisung’s hair was blue and Minho’s was purple. That thing followed him around like it was the worst prophecy in the world. Like someone told him Jisung wasn't meant for him but they were still together. Jisung’s hair was still blue, he dyed it again recently and it suited him a lot, they were still together and sometimes Minho didn't want to think about the red. There was no need for them to be red together, because they were so much more separately, they chose to be together. And maybe they were a very specific type of red no one recognized, closer to the color of the sky before the last ray of light disappeared, who knew.

Jisung slowed down a little, stopping at a venue entrance so his train of thoughts stopped with him. That looked like it blocked the traffic, and a lot of people stopped to get out of cars every other two meters.

A wedding, and it seemed to be quite filled with people. The middle of the day meant the party was barely starting.

Jisung looked around after lifting up the visor and his eyes grew wide.

Then he patted Minho’s hands on his stomach, pointing at the picture on a rather poor taste screen. The names written there almost made Minho fall off his seat.

“Seungmin huh?” Jisung said, stopping the engine at the edge of the road temporarily. Then he picked the flier glued on the streetlight and looked at it with a wicked smile.

“And Felix,” Minho scoffed, “do you think they were heartbroken over each other?”

Minho remembered them, but he truly didn’t expect that.

Jisung hummed, throwing the flier on the ground.

“Shall we?” Minho then asked, pulling Jisung’s jacket and pointing at the venue.

Jisung took the helmet from Minho’s head and ruffled his hair, planting a rapid kiss on his forehead, “go ahead love, I’m gonna go find a place to park my baby .”

Minho huffed, “don’t be long, I want to see them together with you.”

“That’s gonna be fun for sure,” Jisung then turned and gave Minho both the bouquets, “what about a little present?”

Minho bit his lower lip with a smile, they thought the same thing again. He took the flowers, kissing Jisung’s lips one last time and turning to walk down the sideroad.

Many people were attending apparently but the venue seemed closed to the public. There was a small garden and people were chatting there so Minho walked confidently through that gate and right to the venue.

The reception was empty except for a lady there, checking a long list of probable guests. And Minho wasn’t among them, he was sure. He wasn’t even dressed accordingly. Was it formal? Cocktail?

Minho wasn’t sure what suited them both better, especially together. And he wasn’t even sure he remembered their personalities that well. He remembered a tiny star, a cross and for Seungmin, bare skin and big eyes.

The flowers at the entrance were all white, lilies and some tulips in long vases that had still so long till blooming fully, but they were pretty from the distance. Minho leaned on a wall, flowers in hands, waiting for Jisung at this point.

But right when he finally saw his lover at the gates, both the newlyweds got out the sliding doors, faces dropping and mouths gaping.

They were slightly different from what Minho remembered, Seungmin’s hair was lighter in color and he looked great in that white suit, while Felix was simply gorgeous, flowers in his golden hair and his freckles hiding between colored glitter.

Jisung went up the stairs rapidly, eyes only on the couple as he joined Minho’s side.

They looked stunning, it was their wedding day and Jisung couldn’t even believe that.

The silence was unbearable and Minho wanted to cut through it with a knife, but he didn’t have anything to say.

Felix took a step ahead, fingers trembling as he reached for Jisung. For what reason, Jisung wasn’t sure what to do but he gave him his hand, which Felix took rapidly in his and inhaled shakely.

“Jisung…”

Minho smiled softly, eyes on Seungmin as the other couldn’t look away, “how did you find us?”

That question was foolish but Minho bit back the chuckle forming in his throat. Instead, he shrugged, walking to him.

“We just happened to pass by,” Jisung spoke first, now fully holding Felix’s hand, thumb involuntarily brushing against the wedding band on his anular, “what a coincidence, right?”

Despite the coincidence, the fact they married each other said so much. Seungmin was in the church with Felix that day, Felix liked him, Seungmin was looking for Felix that night in the bar. It all made sense.

“We came to give you flowers,” Minho said, plucking a couple freesias and then some roses to put in their suits, “congrats.”

Both the weds stayed put as Minho placed the flowers in there, the tiny pockets barely containing them so inevitably, Minho put another rose in Felix’s hair instead.

“You two are adorable, congratulations.” Jisung smiled at them and the two exchanged a glance that spoke volumes.

At least to Jisung. They talked to each other about those two nights, they had to.

“Would you like to stay for the ceremony?” Seungmin asked rapidly, inviting them inside and to be honest, Minho really wanted to.

And Jisung nodded as well.

The venue wasn’t that big but it seemed comfortable, there was food still being served and they got their own table, which also spoke volumes. Were they waiting for them? Did they put fliers everywhere for that reason?

That was bizarre and sort of… were they attached to them?

It had been a couple years since they saw Seungmin and more than one since they met Felix in this exact town, they didn’t even know this venue was here.

The music was loud and Minho couldn’t resist dancing, dragging Jisung with him for a couple dances and then back at the table for dessert and ready to wait for the cake when the day was slowly slipping through their fingers. Their eyes though, they never left the couple.

Seungmin giggled at every single smile Felix gave him, every single time and Jisung really thought they were in love, he wondered when they realized it.

“This makes me want to go home and see my cats.” Minho said dreamily, hand sliding in Jisung’s as he stared at the flowers in the vase.

“Oh?” Jisung didn’t expect that at all, Minho never wanted to go back there if not to get some clothes and see his cats, but he never called that home .

It was a home, Minho always wanted that house to be his, but his mother was against it so much she gave Minho money instead, to hush him.

“I don’t know…” Minho sighed, head falling over Jisung’s shoulder and watching the weds stand for another dance when a slow song started, “there’s peace here, the gardens too and it reminded me of that place.”

Jisung sighed too.

Minho was back to call it that place .

“We should,” Jisung placed a soft kiss on Minho’s hand, “give them a heart attack.”

Minho snorted, he wanted that. Maybe next week, maybe tomorrow.

The cake was delicious and it made him forget that resolution for now, and Felix and Seungmin kissing each other with a mouthful of cake and whipped cream was hilarious. And endearing.

Minho was getting tired but in a good way, a content way.

“Remember when you said you didn’t like rings?” Jisung whispered as he kissed Minho and licked his lips clean.

Minho hummed, taking another bite and got cream on his lips again, only to tease Jisung and make him kiss him again.

“I have those with me, you know?” Jisung implied something Minho picked right away and he couldn’t believe his lover was really the type of man in front of him.

It was both comforting and too much, Jisung was always a surprise.

“Are you–”

“Jisung.”

Minho got cut off by Felix sitting at their table, face still sort of dirty with cream and chocolate and Minho dropped the conversation off rapidly as he took a tissue to clean it off.

Felix was still the same, even if Minho didn’t remember much but he remembered that scrunch of nose very vividly, thanks to the way Felix appeared now.

“Tell me.” Jisung said, licking his fingers off the crumbs and cream leaking in between them.

“Would you like to… spend some time with us?”

Us.

Seungmin approaching as well made it sound like a desperate request rather than a simple question.

Minho and Jisung exchanged a glance then Jisung nodded with a slight smirk, taking Minho’s hand, “does the party bore the weds?”

Seungmin chuckled, “kinda.”

Oh , that was interesting. Minho wondered how much they shared about their experiences with them separately.

“Then let’s go.” Jisung said with a huff, like he was expecting that to happen.

Jisung was good with that, he simply knew what was happening while Minho was more prudent, he took his time before judging a situation.

Felix and Seungmin didn’t even bother to tell the other people there they were leaving the party, the only one knowing was a tall man outside the venue, and he didn’t seem to care at all.

Was that a thing? Newlyweds getting out early and going to fuck?

Was that what common people did after getting married?

Minho for once decided he didn’t care, he only followed the two to their room and it was very pretty, even if it felt rather cold.

Red silky sheets weren’t really a great choice but he didn’t know better, right?

Also, the lack of flowers was now upsetting, but Minho decided to be less bothered by it and switch his attention to the two men.

“Can I take that off you before your dicks get suffocated in there or it’s too much?”

Minho wanted to slap Jisung but the way Felix dragged both of them to the bed was unexpected and Minho couldn’t help but laugh.

“Need you to, actually.”

Minho chuckled, looking at Seungmin kicking his shoes off with a smile. Were they… ready for that or something?

Or were they planning to fuck someone else at their wedding beforehand?

“You need a hand too?” Minho asked looking at Seungmin, scooting to leave a space in between them for Seungmin to sit.

The other nodded, sitting in front of him, “can you kiss me again ?”

Again.

Minho could kiss him, again.

So he surged closer, unbuttoning his shirt and then turning him around on the bed, now facing his husband while Jisung undressed Felix slowly, then his lips slowly traced his exposed neck, eyes on Felix.

Then after his blazer, the shirt was easy to slide down and expose those shoulders and arms that Minho wanted to sort of bite but he kept it soft for now, he followed Jisung’s pace for that since Jisung got on his knees on the bed, slowly taking Felix’s flowers off one by one and leaving Minho’s rose for last. It wasn’t Minho’s, that was Jisung’s bouquet but Jisung always said flowers were for both of them so it was Minho’s too .

The two were so cute, kissing like they were putting on a show, maybe too much tongue but Minho found it amusing; Jisung found it arousing.

But both their hands went to open the couple’s pants, the white of them already getting slightly tainted. It was a shame honestly, but the first night was supposed to be a mess, Minho guessed.

He tried to remember his first night with Jisung but he only remembered his giggle, quite the same over the past few years.

Last time, Minho went so soft with Seungmin but this time Seungmin seemed different, more desperate for touch and in a different way.

Minho wasn’t even sure what the two wanted actually and who was about to dick down who as they undressed to be completely naked – barely getting any touching because those two in between were bucking their hips in Minho and Jisung’s hands like they missed them or something – but seemed to not leave Minho and Jisung in the dark for long because they broke the kiss with a slight whine and Felix looked at Minho like he was begging him.

Oh, now he got it.

Minho looked at Jisung for a moment, exchanging places the next one and the way Minho towered over Felix made the other let out a shaky moan when his back hit the sheets, “ kitty , wanna tell me what you want?”

Jisung gripped Seungmin’s wrists, pulling him from behind and his back stuck to Jisung’s chest perfectly, his ass plopping over Jisung’s (still) clothed dick, “wanna try me then?”

Seungmin hummed, throwing his head back, “I do.”

“Please, just fuck me.” Felix spoke softly in Minho’s ear, fingers slightly gripping his back to keep him close.

“Sure thing,” Minho said planting a rapid kiss on his temple but then he looked at Jisung throwing Seungmin on the bed, the other arching his back with a pout – probably at the way he lost the skin contact with Jisung’s body – and it almost made Minho move to give him a kiss as consolation, “how you want to do this, though?”

“We look desperate, right?” Felix laughed a little, fingers sliding over Minho’s shoulders and down to his chest, pads passing over Minho’s tattooed leaves.

Then Seungmin looked back, eyes to his husband and then Jisung, “we sort of are.”

“You do look like you need a good fuck.” Minho huffed but he didn’t want to judge or overanalyze.

They seemed comfortable with each other so he doubted they didn’t have sex but they also seemed like they needed a… hand maybe?

“Got an idea,” Jisung said and slid at the edge of the bed, looking at Minho with a wicked smile, “what if we fucked you both like this, back on the bed so we can see you fall apart?”

That would kill their backs but Minho didn’t say it when he looked at the way Felix’s eyes sparkled.

“I want it.” Seungmin replied first, rolling over on his back and opening his legs for Jisung.

Oh, so that was it?

Minho sighed, but he gave up because the way Felix stared at him was probably worth it. And he got to see Jisung top someone next to him while he did the same, he wasn’t sure why but there was something exciting about it.

And lubed fingers were the first things they had going for a while and Minho was already finding it crazily arousing how Jisung looked next to him. He was into it too much for his own good, he loved seeing others break apart to his fingers and touch and Minho didn’t know why he found the profile of his lover so cute that he couldn’t resist surging over to kiss his cheek.

Lube was slowly sliding down on those thighs but at least he had time to admire them this time. Felix had freckles there too and they looked quite bigger and some were fainted while others looked pretty darker. They made his body look like a canvas to draw on.

Jisung was the one to bottom out first, only because Seungmin kept begging him to move while Minho took his sweet time to make Felix spur him to do something by chanting his name.

While Minho rolled his hips Jisung slammed hard into Seungmin, making sure the other was arching his back for that reason only while fisting the sheets hard.

Felix instead was only tiny moans, almost shy when Minho looked at him and gripped his hips tight to pull him closer to the end of the bed and move him over his own dick.

It was weird because at some point theweds both held hands, like it was about them only but Minho and Jisung were staring down at them, not missing a bit.

Minho had to admit his eyes flew to Jisung more than they focused on Felix, even if the other seemed to look at his husband more than Minho which was quite new, someone taking his eyes off Minho was new.

“Close, fuck .” Jisung cursed, slowing down but Seungmin instead kept rolling his hips, fucking himself on Jisung’s cock and rutting in his fist.

“Please, just…”

“Desperate?” Jisung cocked an eyebrow up, amused.

“So, fucking, much.” Seungmin said every word like he was chanting, every word a thrust and Jisung didn’t deny him, almost getting distracted by the way Felix keened loud in Minho’s shoulder.

So he was the first to cum apparently, Minho would probably fuck into him till he cried though.

Jisung instead couldn't hold it back anymore as he groaned Minho’s name and his lover was quick to react, hand reaching for his hair and tugging his head back by pulling the blue strands. Jisung’s mouth opened on command, tongue out and hips stuttering as orgasm washed over him, filling the condom and staying inside Seungmin as the other still moved on it till shaking breathless and cumming as well, white strings of cum painting Seungmin’s torso and ending up soiling the sheets as well.

Minho instead was still rocking his hips inside of Felix, the other putting in the effort to clench around him and have the satisfaction to see Minho cum inside him, only the condom separating him from getting completely filled once Minho cummed hard, the stimulation making him hiss for a moment through his teeth.

They all took a deep breath, Jisung’s chest heaving from all that as he pulled out first, right before Minho did the same.

“God, I need to sit down.” Jisung sputtered, letting out a long sigh when he fell face down on the sheets, Minho beside him the next second.

Seungmin instead rolled over to Felix, still holding his hand and kissing him.

Minho sat up on one elbow, fingers caressing Jisung’s hair while his eyes were on the two. That was an experience even for them, Minho was curious what the couple thought right now.

There wasn’t much to add anyways, but Felix turned to them to speak anyways.

“I did miss you, even if I know it’s nothing serious,” he whispered like he was afraid to say those words out loud, “we both know it’s nothing, but I think of you as friends.”

Friends.

“I guess we did too since we stopped at your wedding.” Jisung said rapidly, not giving Minho time to think of a reply but Minho sort of agreed.

Silence fell in the room after that, but mostly because the weds seemed so tired. So Minho stood up first, helping them clean and then putting them to sleep like a good friend .

Then they dressed in the bathroom, only exchanging a couple kisses here and there.

It was already late, past midnight.

Jisung looked at them sleeping peacefully and smiled, placing something on the nightstand and taking Minho’s hand, dragging him through the door.

— (almost) tomorrow —

Jisung took the stopper keeping the water in place and let it drain slowly, the ring around it fit largely around his finger and Jisung rolled it over his fingers till getting it to his anular, absently looking at Minho and then at the way it sat there on his digit.

But Minho knew he meant something with it.

"Did you notice they still had their engagement rings on when we fucked them?"

Minho noticed, he didn’t say a thing about their wedding bands but his eyes slipped to them all the time while they held hands.

"Those aren’t called engagement rings."

"Then what?"

"I don’t know."

Jisung fell quiet for a bit, eyes now on the water disappearing past the drain. Minho wanted to hold him, he looked so fragile all of a sudden.

"They love each other so much." Jisung said after a while, eyes finally on Minho.

"Like us,” Minho said with a smile, a very faint one because he was tired, “shall I give you a ring?"

"Not necessarily, I like it without it." Jisung let the stopper fall in the water, getting out of the tub.

"You gave them rings,” Minho followed him out, “do you care for them or something?"

The question didn’t mean that and Jisung understood almost immediately.

"They are neat, but nothing compares to you."

Only now Jisung threw his arms around Minho’s neck, naked and wet bodies on the pile of towels on the floor like it was their first time. It sure felt like the first time they bathed together, innocently cleaning each other and talking about nothing at all.

"Ji, they deserve a lot." And Minho really meant that.

"Probably even their own dawn." Jisung winked, kissing Minho gently and then holding him up, handling his whole body in his lap before reaching for a towel to pat his chest dry.

"Their room was a tad weird." Minho relaxed under Jisung’s touch, head falling on his shoulder and peeking at the tattoo on his back.

People loved that one but Minho worshipped it.

"We should have insisted they had ours."

"Let them sleep, at least we showered in peace," Minho said and planted wet kisses on his shoulder till up his neck, "they deserve intimacy."

Jisung agreed silently, drying Minho’s body and letting Minho do the same. It had been a while since they talked about who they fucked after it happening.

It was so late at night, they wanted to sleep now and wake up early.

And the way Jisung pulled Minho closer on the bed in that dimmer light felt perfect.

Jisung’s breath on his nape felt perfect.

"Love of my life?"

His small voice was perfect.

Minho turned his head to Jisung, a question mark on his face. But not only at the name but also at the way Jisung’s fingers traced his back and his fingers gently went up to his shoulders and down on his collarbones. He pressed where he knew there were leaves, he knew Minho’s body by heart.

"Don't you ever want to add some flowers?" Jisung asked, eyes glittering despite only a couple lights coming from windows.

Minho smiled softly, "choose them for me."

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— tomorrow —

Felix woke up first, looking around like he didn’t recognize the place.

But he heard a motorcycle outside, it was the only sound in the first break of dawn, and like that first time – even if that time he woke up at noon – he was alone. But not quite, because his husband was there, cuddling on his side.

Felix sighed, he knew it was late to say goodbye anyways but his eyes couldn’t help but stare at the window longing.

“They won’t come back.” Seungmin muffled those words in the pillow he shared with Felix – because the other one was on the floor for some reason – and Felix hummed only, because he was pretty aware of that. Nonetheless, he was a little sad.

But then his eyes moved to a sparkly box on the nightstand and Felix reached for it, elbowing Seungmin to sit up as he opened it slowly.

Inside there was a tiny envelope with a few words scribbled majestically on a red piece of paper rather consumed by flames at the edges. And after it, a tiny tulle transparent sachet, red as well, and Felix could see through it a couple rings.

He opened it, taking the two jewels out and admiring the metal bands, pretty simple and yet so delicate and exquisite. Very good quality as well.

And the right sizes too, they really knew their fingers so well and they only met a total of a couple times, but that couldn’t be, right?

Seungmin put it around his finger with a smile, right over the ring that sealed their love and marriage. Felix really didn’t want to cry but Seungmin’s lips tasted salty anyways.

That was one of their best experiences, it was so liberating and sort of weird but they both accepted it.

There was no sound coming from outside now, only the rays of light peeking from the blinds.

.

you’re free to enjoy dawn too.