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Birthday Cake

Summary:

Minho wants Jisung for his birthday gift.

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‘One hour. Alone with your ass. And I’m allowed to do anything I want.’

‘Really? That’s what you want for your birthday?’

‘Well, that and an extra large order of sirloin at that expensive bbq place that just opened.’

‘Hyung! Think of my wallet,’ Jisung says despairingly.

Minho smirks.

‘Aren’t you gonna give me what I want, or not?’ he asks Jisung. Partly to fluster him, but partly to give him an out, if he needs one. Minho may be horny but he’s not an asshole.

However, he doesn’t think Jisung’s going to have any real protests. He knows what it means when his neck flushes like that.

Jisung can’t meet his eyes. ‘Y-yeah,’ he breathes.

Minho’s smile widens, he grabs Jisung’s ass and squeezes, and Jisung hits him in the arm and screams into his hand.

 

 

 

‘Shouldn’t I be cooking? It’s your birthday.’ Jisung asks, before Minho feeds him another perfectly seared, salt-dipped piece of sirloin. He chews sulkily, which is very adorable.

‘Darling,’ Minho says lowly, placing some more meat on the grill with his chopsticks carefully. ‘If I wanted half the meat raw and the other half burnt, I would have asked you to cook from the start.’

He gets another slap on the arm for that, but he doesn’t mind. Likes it, even.

He places some piping-hot steak in his mouth and the savoury flavour spreads evenly over his palate as he chews through it like butter. It’s delicious. Across from him, Jisung’s cheeks are full. The steady ebb and flow of the restaurant patron’s conversations fills the air around them, and the meat crackles and sizzles on the grill, ready for Minho’s waiting tongs. Basically, he’s in his happy place.

He almost doesn’t want it to end, but the promise of “dessert back at their place afterwards is ever enticing.

When they’re done and Jisung pays the bill, the way their eyes catch afterwards tells Minho that he’s thinking of it, too. Lidded, hazy, seductive, Jisung’s brown-lined eyes are so pretty.

‘Let’s go home,’ Minho tells him, placing his hand in his.

 

 

 

Showered, bellies sated, loose and relaxed, they climb into bed together. Jisung laughs at nothing - he might be nervous. Minho grabs Jisung’s hand, and then his own phone.

‘I’m setting a timer,’ he says. ‘One hour. And remember, no complaints. I’m doing whatever I want, whenever I want. Unless you tap out, I’m in charge now.’

‘I get it,’ Jisung whines. He’s practically shivering with anticipation. As he keys the hour into his phone timer, Minho isn’t sure which of them is more excited.

That is, until he flips over Jisung’s naked body, to a disgruntled squeak. Minho is definitely the more excited one. He knows Jisung’s body inside out, every dip and ridge, every delicate patch of skin, has touched and pressed and kissed and licked every inch, and it still feels novel every time, seeing him - all of him. Minho runs a hand over his back, between his beautiful shoulder blades. Jisung sighs and gets up on his elbows and his tiny waist bunches. The dipped line of his spine provides a beeline directly to today’s main event and hands down Minho’s favourite part of Jisung’s body (apart from his face, of course).

‘Ready?’ Minho asks, climbing gently onto the back of Jisung’s thighs, eyes cast directly onto the object of his obsession - his boyfriend’s soft, round ass.

‘What are you waiting for? Want me to tie a bow on my ass for you, too? Get on with it,’ is what he gets in response. It’s technically not allowed, per the rules of the arrangement, but Minho rolls his eyes and lets it slide for now. Jisung’s petulant attitude will disappear quickly - Minho will make sure of it.

Minho loves to start slow. He spreads out his hands and carefully palms Jisung’s ass cheeks, learning all over again how beautiful it is to feel the tender skin there. It’s pavlovian, how his own cock immediately begins filling out, begging to be put inside.

But Minho has other plans.

He presses his hands into the flesh a little more firmly, and then brings one back to give the left cheek a smack, none-too-gently. Jisung gasps and wriggles a little but says nothing. He’s trying to be good, which is adorable. The skin blooms lightly red and Minho smacks the same place again, watching the fat jiggle.

Placing both hands back on Jisung’s ass, Minho parts the cheeks, revealing the small hole in between, which twitches under his focused eyes. Then, he presses them together, hiding Jisung’s asshole, and releases so the flesh springs back.

He repeats these actions over and over again, fascinated. Jisung’s breathing begins to become laborious. If not for the ban on complaints, Minho is sure he would already have gotten an absolute earful about teasing. Patience isn’t exactly Jisung’s strong suit.

He glances at the timer. It’s been five minutes. With renewed vigour, Minho begins kneading and massaging at Jisung’s ass as if it were made of soft clay, slipping his fingers in between and occasionally moving down to his thighs to grab there, too.

‘Hyung…’

Jisung sounds a little worse for wear. He’s doing well at keeping fairly still, but that may be partly due to Minho’s strong thighs clamped over him.

Minho shuffles down his body so that he can lean down. He digs his thumbs into the underside of Jisung’s ass, applying pressure until Jisung’s asshole gives and opens, just a little. He’s small and tight but so desperate for something inside, for Minho inside, that he always opens up fast, and Minho’s head spins with it.

Minho grabs at his ass more aggressively, until he can feel the rough burn on the skin in his own fingertips. Jisung is moaning now and jerking up into the touch, a red blush bleeding down the back of his neck and ears.

‘Hyung, eat me out, please,’ Jisung begs into his arms.

‘Hey,’ Minho says sharply, and slaps Jisung’s thigh hard enough that his own hand bursts with stinging tingles. Jisung spasms and whines in that high-pitched, crazy horny way he does. ‘What part of “I’m in charge” do you not understand, you little brat?’

‘Mmm…’ Jisung sniffs and Minho gives him a quick kiss over the place he just hit. ‘Fuck.’

‘You’re doing well,’ Minho says, gentler now. ‘Don’t get greedy.’

Instead of putting his mouth where Jisung wants it, Minho presses an open-mouthed kiss to one asscheek, just over the crease. When Minho cracks open one eye and checks the timer, it’s been around fifteen minutes. Jisung would have usually already come once by now. That’s probably why he can’t seem to shut up, huffing and moaning.

Minho kisses all over his ass and then uses his tongue, too, leaving sticky trails of spit that get his nose and chin messy. Under his mouth, Jisung’s skin is slightly salt-tinged, slightly vanilla sweet, slightly reminiscent of his favourite cocoa butter soap. Whole minutes tick by as Minho just worships his ass with single-minded focus.

‘Fuck, I could do this forever,’ Minho groans, before sucking lightly at the meat of Jisung’s right ass cheek. Jisung whimpers in response, probably afraid that Minho intends to make good on that threat.

Instead, Minho widens his mouth and bites down.

‘Hyung!’ Jisung yelps.

Minho licks the bite mark, light, surface-level indentations marked into the smooth skin, like a cat.

Moving to the other cheek, Minho bites again, first square in the center and then a little offset, until he’s creating two overlapping sets of red teeth marks there. Jisung cries out and wiggles but takes what’s given to him, sounding close to tears. As an apology, Minho licks him again and again with gentle, concentrated precision, until the marks are almost faded.

‘Good boy,’ he says lowly into Jisung’s skin, stroking his legs soothingly.

‘You bit me,’ Jisung mutters, sounding aggrieved.

‘Just branding what’s mine,’ Minho murmurs, dodging the kick that gets aimed at him. He kisses the bite mark a final time and then checks the time again. Half an hour - he’s halfway through. Time to get serious.

Parting Jisung’s ass cheeks harshly again, Minho finally leans down to press the flat of his tongue to Jisung’s hole. He does it without warning and the pleasured near-scream he gets in response is enough to make his own cock twitch and smack into his stomach, leaving a smear of wet precome there. Minho could swear he and Jisung are cosmically linked, the way Jisung’s own pleasure becomes Minho’s.

Minho is no stranger to eating Jisung out, and he knows exactly how to flick and curl his tongue to bring him right to the edge in seconds flat, but he draws it out this time - after all, they’ve got time. Licks more slowly, lavishes attention on the sensitive skin around his hole, every-so-often returns to his ass cheeks to kiss the bite marks again. Occasionally, he goes harder, forcing the point of his tongue into Jisung’s hole, licking harshly and thrusting with it, but when Jisung’s moans become too air-starved and desperate, he backs off again.

It goes on for so long that Jisung begins trembling in his arms. Even Minho is beginning to feel the burn now; his cock is aching dully and sticky with precome that he’s let drip out and down his shaft, pooling in the divots of his thighs, without much notice.

‘Hyung,’ Jisung says urgently, voice breaking. He’s definitely crying now, and there might be something wrong with Minho because that just makes his cock throb harder.

‘What, Hannie?’

‘C-come,’ Jisung chokes out, burying his face further into the pillow. ‘Please, I need to come. I’m gonna die, Minho-hyung, please.’

Minho glances at the timer. ‘We’ve still got ten minutes left,’ is all he says, before diving back in.

Jisung full-on sobs, and he’s moving around so much now that Minho is forced to hook his arms under his thighs to keep him still, placing his hands onto Jisung’s waist and holding on tight. Jisung is clamped in place with nowhere to go, and he cries and moans and shakes, but still doesn’t complain, just as they agreed. Somewhere deep inside, under all the horny, Minho’s chest swells with pride. His Jisung is so good.

Minho becomes so lost in his task again that he’s startled out of his reverie when his phone alarm goes off, shrill and sudden. Jisung gasps in relief and rocks onto Minho’s face; he must feel like he’s free to come now.

‘I’m coming—’ he tells Minho in a wrecked, shaken voice.

Minho snakes his hand down urgently under Jisung’s tummy and presses the heel of his hand to Jisung’s cock, rubbing it while pushing his tongue inside again. Jisung comes while the alarm is still ringing, and he comes hard, and long, and loudly, thrashing and going rigid in Minho’s solid arms. Minho milks everything out of him, shuddering in delight as Jisung’s hot and slippery come hits his fingertips.

When it’s done, Jisung flops face-down onto the bed, legs still spread apart. Minho can see his reddened, puffy, sore hole and the whole picture is making it difficult for Minho to think coherently. He grabs Jisung’s bitten ass again and sloppily presses his cock into the mess of spit, grinding his hips down. He’s so close that he can feel his orgasm approaching already.

‘Okay. Gonna come on you, Jisungie.’ He chokes the words out on several staccato breaths and then he’s coming, making sure to angle his cock down and push his hips forwards so that his come hits Jisung’s hole, splattering and then rolling down. He’s turned on out of his mind and his whole body tenses, hand scrabbling at the sheets on the bed, thighs jerking and twitching.

Slowly but surely, he can take a breath again, and he lays his angry red cockhead onto Jisung’s hole and lets it rest there, snug between his ass cheeks.

They both breathe into the quiet of the room for some time.

Then, Jisung mumbles something, and Minho leans down to drape himself over his back, sticky, cooling wetness all pressed together.

‘What was that?’

‘Happy birthday, Hyung,’ Jisung says in a whiny voice. Minho’s ears warm.

‘Thank you,’ he mutters into Jisung’s ear. ‘It was so amazing, baby.’

Jisung turns his head so they can catch eyes, and Minho shouldn’t be surprised all over again by the tenderness he finds there, but he is. He could fall into Jisung’s deep brown eyes and never be able to climb out again.

‘Next time,’ Jisung says. ‘I’m getting you a teddy bear. And nothing else.’

Minho laughs, laces their fingers together and kisses Jisung’s shoulder. Inside, his heart glows from the simple words next time. He wants to spend all his next birthdays with Jisung by his side, too.