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Jisung had a personal appointment at 4 o'clock, and ended up at home at a reasonable time for once. Things had been so hectic, that he didn't quite know what to do with himself to wind down. He'd gotten too used to pushing through and it had become the new normal.
Maybe he could call and talk to Minho. But he might be still working, and Jisung didn't want to interrupt.
His thoughts refused to move on from sucking Minho's dick. Jisung kept thinking back to it, the look Minho had given him when he opened his mouth to show his cum filled mouth in particular. He wanted to taste Minho again.
Jisung remembered the sensation of sucking the cum from Minho's t-shirt that first day in the studio, the hiss of air through cotton as he'd taken every last drop. Minho had looked at him the same way then. He'd liked it. He liked Jisung - the things they did to each other. To want and be wanted like that was everything.
Jisung pulled open his bedside table and fished around at the back. There it was - his intimidatingly large, suction dildo. He slammed it into the bedhead, (experience had him perfecting the right height the first time), and he tapped the tip. It bounced there happily.
After he moved some pillows, put a towel down, and threw the lube down beside him, Jisung pulled up the photo Minho had sent - the one where he'd made himself cum a second time on the dildo, leaking down his spent cock, coating Minho's hand, dripping.
Jisung’s mouth filled with saliva.
He began to open himself up lying on his back, raw and rough. To be able to take this dildo would take work, but he had Minho's picture and a mind full of memories of Minho’s mouth, his hands, his cock, his ass… Soon Jisung could slide three fingers inside himself without much resistance. He hadn't touched his cock - for Jisung had a process. He liked to wait until the thick head of his dildo began to push inside before he allowed himself that particular pleasure. For something of this size, he would take his time. Do it properly.
Jisung was liberal with the lube, big globs falling to the towel beneath him. On hands and knees, he backed up to position himself, phone still open to Minho's photo. He pitched backward, waiting until the stretch began to hurt before he reached for his cock. Fingers a whisper away, his phone began to ring.
Minho. Video calling.
Kismet timing. Jisung chewed on his bottom lip before deciding to answer the call, leaving the camera off. Minho's face glitched and then appeared, he was sitting in his car. Jisung pushed back a millimeter. “Hello?” He thought he'd be able to speak reasonably normally, but he definitely sounded strained.
“I made the mistake of watching your video in the work carpark,” admitted Minho. “What are you doing? I can't see you.”
“Did you like it?”
“Too much.”
The dildo entered Jisung in another tiny incremental slide. He let out a shaky breath. “I'm fucking myself.” The way Minho's face blanched would have been funny if Jisung wasn't so preoccupied. “It's so big, Minho. I don't know if it will fit.” Jisung smirked.
Minho’s camera turned off, and Jisung heard the familiar dings of the car starting up. “I’m listening.” The sound changed as Minho's phone connected to his car audio system.
“That photo you sent me, I was using it before you called.”
“Should I send you more?”
Jisung could hear the car's indicator. “Please,” he pleaded. “I hardly have the tip inside. Even though I could fit three fingers in easily it still seems impossible.” Jisung was, after all, a performer. He whimpered a little louder for show.
“I thought you already came today, Jisung? Do you still need more?”
“Ah!” Jisung feel so stretched. It stung. “Yes… imagining it's your cock.”
“Where are you?”
“In bed. On my hands and knees. They're bruised, you know.”
Minho hummed. A question.
“They're bruised from today. You tasted so good.”
“Fuuck.” Was the only response Minho could manage.
“I want to taste you again.” Jisung let out another ‘Ah’ as he worked the head further inside. “Want your cum in my throat.”
“... you're killing me, Jisung.”
“Usually I touch my dick while I fuck this huge cock, but I think I can cum without it.”
“Yeah?” Minho sounded pained.
Jisung smiled a wicked smile. He was enjoying this immensely. “If you fucked my mouth while I did this, I know I could cum untouched.”
Minho made a strangled noise. Jisung could hear the indicator clicking again.
“The head is almost inside.”
“Pull your ass cheeks apart,” demanded Minho. “Push the head in for me, Jisung.”
With a cry, Jisung submitted, face pressed into the bed as he grabbed his ass, forcing more of the dildo inside.
“Feel good?”
“No.” Jisung shook his head, face full of fabric. “Yes,” he sobbed.
“Let yourself adjust, baby."
“I'm leaking so much.”
Minho moaned. Jisung canted backward at the sound, crying out. “Time to start fucking yourself, now, Jisung.”
“Not yet.” Jisung let out a shuddering breath.
“Start slowly for me.”
With a few experimental drags, Jisung began to rock. He let out a few sobs so Minho could tell Jisung had followed his instruction.
All Jisung could hear now were the dull sounds of road noise from Minho's car. Was he supposed to be talking? “It's… I'm…”
“It's okay, Jisung. I'm here. I'm listening.” Minho's voice was a thin, stretched thing. “Fuck yourself for me, properly now, but don't cum.”
Jisung wasn't sure how long he bounced off the silicone cock like that. Knowing Minho was listening to every sigh, every gasp, and every pained sob made everything so intense that it wasn't long before he began to tip way too close to cuming. Each time he got close he pulled back. A few times he had to stop completely - focus on his breathing.
“It's so hard to stop, Minho.” Jisung blubbered. “I’m so close. I don't want to cum until you say so.”
“Not yet,” cautioned Minho. He took a long, purposeful breath. “I need to go, just for a second, okay?”
Jisung was past the point of being able to answer as he pulled off the dildo, way too late this time, trying to take himself back from the edge by sheer will alone. The line went dead. The dildo pushed inside Jisung again, filling him up so deeply. One more time Jisung danced along the edges of rapture.
Head fuzzy, feeling full of cotton wool, Jisung barely registered the sound of his door until Minho was in his room, looming over him, a frenzied look upon his face. His eyes skirted over the massive dildo that squelched inside Jisung before he stripped off his bottom layers, climbing into the bed and thrusting roughly inside Jisung's waiting mouth.
Jisung sobbed around Minho's cock, swallowing it every time he slid forward off the dildo, moaning around the head every time he pushed the silicone inside.
Forward, Minho was in his throat. Backwards, he was full to bursting.
Jisung looked up with desperate eyes at Minho as he got too close again. He wasn't allowed to cum yet. He wouldn't.
“Not yet.” Minho snapped his hips as Jisung stilled, thrusting himself deep into Jisung's throat. Jisung began a steady keen, even without moving he was going to cum. His hole clenched around the dildo. “After me. Not until I've cum.” Minho's voice had never sounded so severe.
Fuck, Jisung was so turned on. He rocked backward again, and again, Minho's thrusts were messy, dissonant.
Without warning, cum shot down Jisung's throat. He couldn't breathe. He pushed back as far as he could go, taking an impossible length of dildo and he tipped off the edge, squirting across the towel, up his body - it seemed endless, waves and waves of disorientating pleasure.
Jisung swallowed, coughed and swallowed again when his mouth was empty, tipping forward, hole fluttering around nothing. Minho caught him deftly, wrapping him up in strong arms, with soothing words and soothing touches. It was a while before Jisung realised tears were running down his face.
The words Minho said were finally reaching the mush that was Jisung's brain. “...okay? Did I hurt you?”
Jisung shook his head only once. No. That wasn't enough. He shook it a few more times. He tipped his head to kiss Minho, trying to show rather than explain. The tears still fell, and he decided to let them be.
After some time, Minho threw off the towel, removed the dildo from the bed with a loud popping sound, and tossed it. They lay comfortably on the bed, Jisung clinging to him like he’d only exist if attached to Minho.
“That was…” Jisung could only laugh, throat hoarse. There were no words.
“It was,” agreed Minho. “You're so fucking…”
“So are you.” Jisung kissed Minho again, but he was well and truly ravaged. He felt completely boneless. His mind was perfectly empty. He didn't wake until morning, Minho hard against his back as he slept, two front teeth peeking out over his bottom lip as he slumbered. Jisung’s cock twitched in interest and he ground back into Minho, waking him. Minho’s hand snaked around Jisung’s waist under his shirt, palm splayed out against his skin, lips upon Jisung’s neck. “Promise to be gentle?”
-
Harin's birthday had become a company tradition at 3RACHA Entertainment. Since her family chose not to be there to celebrate, it fell to her colleagues and members to make it a special day for her.
Chan had managed to rent out an entire arcade for the night, along with a skeleton staff and the CCTV turned off. He handed out pre-loaded swipe cards on lanyards with a fatherly smile, heading off to help Felix set up the catering. Bora and Harin giggled against a pinball machine, hands entwined. Earlier that morning, Bora surprised Harin with a song. Jisung had helped with the mixing until late last night. Despite the last-minute scramble eating into his sleep and time with Minho, he couldn't help but smile. Bora’s propensity to begin work right up until the deadline reminded him a bit of himself - especially when he was the same age.
Across the arcade, Minho was doubled over in laughter with Hyunjin, failing miserably at the claw machines. Despite sleeping at his home last night, Minho still sported Jisung's jacket (and were those Jisung's pants too?). Jisung, fighting a grin, began to approach them but was interrupted.
“Mind if I have a word?”
“Of course! What’s up, Yujun?”
Yujun, his newly silver hair (courtesy of the music video) flopping over his eyes, leaned in conspiratorially. “I need some help with a gift.”
"I thought you all chipped in for Harin's gift?" Jisung questioned, tapping his arcade card on the skeeball machine before him. He did the same for Yujun, each grabbing a white ball as it rolled out.
"We did," Yujun confirmed, launching his ball underhand. It achieved minimal success, barely rolling through the bottom hole. "But this is for Minho saem."
Jisung gave the skeeball a shot, but his aim was off. The ball bounced wildly off the plexiglass barrier before rolling back down with a thud. "Whoops," he muttered, retrieving the ball. "It’s not his birthday until October, though."
Yujun nodded, grabbing his next ball. "Yeah, I know. But I want to give him something special when we debut. Honestly, I wouldn't be here without him, you know? In more ways than one." Jisung lined up another shot, but the result wasn't much better. He paused, waiting for Yujun to elaborate.
"He's always been there for me," Yujun continued, his voice softer. "He looked out for me, taught me so much. But most importantly, he accepted me when I felt like nobody else would. Nobody who mattered, anyway. And now, here I am." He let out a sigh. Jisung's ball hit the plexiglass again."You’re terrible at this."
Jisung clapped Yujun on the shoulder. “I know.”
“Anyway, I don’t know what to get him… I don’t have a lot of money, and other than cats and you, I don’t know what he likes.”
“I don’t know about that…” began Jisung.
Yujun scoffed disbelievingly. “The closet is made of glass.” He managed to get the ball through the five-thousand-point hole, and jumped happily, his celebration derailing Jisung’s indignation.
“Nice shot!” Jisung hummed, a thoughtful look on his face. “I’ll think of something. And if you need some extra cash I can help out. Whatever you choose, he will love it. He’s proud of you, you know.”
“Yeah.” Yujun glanced over at his mentor. “I do know.”
Jisung swallowed. “Umm. He’s planning on moving apartments soon-ish. Somewhere closer to the company. Maybe something for a housewarming gift?”
“He likes to cook, right?” Yujun tossed his last ball. “That’s a good idea.”
A plushie appeared on Jisung’s shoulder. “I did it, jagi!” Minho pushed Cinnamoroll into Jisung’s chest when he turned around. Yujun smiled smugly at Jisung and wandered off to join Minjun at a rhythm game - they’d grown close in the time since Yujun had joined the other members. “Do you want more? I think I’ve got the hang of things now.”
Hyunjin laughed from the basketball game beside them. “He’s lying. He’s shit.” His ball bounced off the ring and almost hit him in the face.
“I love it.” Jisung took the toy, hand lingering on Minho’s hand. “Should we play Mario Kart together? We can do more claw games later.”
Minho chose Cat Peach and Jisung chose Boo, and they began their race. After pulling ahead early, Jisung’s luck ran out only seconds into things. He watched his place number go down to almost last in a series of unfortunate events. “Jisung?”
“Hmm?” Jisung glanced at Minho’s screen. He was coming third.
“Do you think you’d like to move closer to the company, too?”
Jisung shot his shell and missed. “I mean yeah. Of course. But I’d have to get a more expensive place, and it’s not like the business is super profitable right now with how much we’re spending on Stray Kids.”
“If you sold your place… and I sold my place… we could get something nice.” Minho pulled ahead to second place.
Jisung let go of his steering wheel and faced Minho. “Together?”
“We’d have to find something private, of course. But we could afford something nice and commute a lot less.” Minho stopped paying attention to his game as well. He turned to give Jisung his full attention. “It’s not like we spend much time apart right now, anyway.”
Bottom lip quivering, Jisung leaned his head back on the headrest and gazed at Minho. He was going to cry in front of everyone, wasn’t he?
Minho took his hand and said seriously, “Think of all the sex we could have.”
Jisung burst into laughter. “You’re insatiable.”
“If you think it’s too early…”
“No.” Jisung said quickly. “I don’t.”
Practically beaming, Minho said, “I already have a few places I can send you.”
“I love you so much.” Jisung hadn’t meant to say that.
Minho’s eyes were so fond. It was Jisung’s favourite expression - one reserved only for him. “I love you.”
-
“You should press the button, Jisung,” Chan said, hovering behind him with a reassuring grip on his shoulders. "Whatever happens, we'll face it together, alright?"
Changbin leaned in and squeezed Jisung's knee. "Seriously, man, I'm so proud of you." Jisung scrunched up his nose, trying to play it cool, but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He still didn’t know how to deal with compliments. He probably never would.
Stray Kids' debut had shattered expectations. Domestically, they exploded in popularity, and their international fanbase grew even faster. Fans couldn't get enough of their unfiltered honesty, openness about their values, and of course - their music that resonated on a deep level.
3RACHA's second self-produced album shattered sales expectations, moving more than double their initial projections (Minho liked to say helped bump up those numbers). This unexpected success propelled the company's finances to a much healthier state than anyone could have dared to imagine.
Fueled by a newfound confidence, Jisung had presented Chan and Changbin with a song he'd been passionately working on for a while. He saw it as a chance to shine as a soloist. The lyrics were open to interpretation, leaving room for multiple meanings. However, the English title and the chorus itself warranted a group discussion and to be signed off by the other two.
With a click at precisely 12:01 a.m. on October 25th, Jisung unleashed his heart onto the world with his first solo release, ‘My Final Breath Will Be His Name.’