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Minho is almost dozing off with Jisung’s legs thrown over his stomach when Jisung lets out a curious hum.
“Mm?” he cracks one eye open and looks at Jisung.
“We should play bumper cars,” Jisung says, his phone over his face.
Minho yawns. “Sure,” he sits up, Jisung’s legs sliding to his lap. “Let me get dressed.”
“Actually,” Jisung says. “You should take off your boxers.”
Minho’s eyebrows furrow. “You want me to play bumper cars naked?”
Jisung stretches his arm in Minho’s direction and shakes his phone until Minho gets the message and takes it from him. He looks down at the screen and his eyes widen. There’s two men on a bed positioned in a pose that seems way too difficult to execute. The bottom is on his stomach while the top is facing away from him with his crotch close to his ass. Minho doesn’t know how this works and he might be too scared to find out.
Jisung pulls his legs away and shifts, sitting up as Minho turns to him with his mouth gaping.
Jisung grins at him, waggling his eyebrows.
“Are you crazy?” Minho asks.
Jisung’s smile widens. “It could be fun!”
Minho looks back at Jisung’s phone and scrolls down. He almost chokes. “It says here it could break the top’s dick,” he says, looking back at Jisung.
“If you’re scared, I can top,” Jisung reasons, leaning back on his hands and tilting his head to the side.
Minho gives him a flat look. “Jisung, be serious.”
“I’m so serious right now, hyung,” Jisung says, eyes wide and honest. Oh my god.
“Are you really willing to potentially break your dick just so you can top?”
“Are you saying you wouldn’t let me top in other circumstances?” Jisung pouts. “Do you think I’m strictly a bottom just because I like being a pillow princess? I have multitudes, Lee Minho.”
“It’s just… you never offered.”
Jisung lets out an ah. “You don’t wanna bottom?”
“It’s not that,” Minho says, tossing Jisung’s phone on his bed and grabbing Jisung’s leg so he can throw it over his own thigh. “But are you sure you want your first time topping for me to be while doing a crazy ass position that can injure both of us if you’re not careful?”
Jisung’s bottom lip juts out, his eyes lowering. “When you say it like that…”
Minho squeezes Jisung’s shin, making him look at him. “Do you really wanna do this?” Minho asks, searching Jisung’s face. “Like, is it something you’re gonna think about for weeks if we don’t do it?”
Jisung bites his bottom lip before letting it go and saying, “Honestly? Probably.”
“Okay,” Minho nods. It was futile to resist, he can never say no to Jisung. Especially when he pouts at him and looks like a kicked puppy. Minho is destined to be his yes man for as long as he lives, he just always tries to push back and hold his ground because he never goes down without a fight, even if it’s half-hearted at best.
Jisung perks up. If he had a tail it would be wagging. “Really?”
Minho rolls his eyes but nods. Jisung whoops and slides into Minho’s lap in one smooth motion, well practised, like it’s second nature to him. Which probably is, he sits in Minho’s lap as much as he sits in his studio chair back at the company. Jisung grabs Minho’s face and presses three consecutive pecks to his mouth, making Minho laugh against his lips.
“You won’t regret this, I promise,” Jisung says.
“You better unearth all your heterosexual sex knowledge for this, jagi,” Minho says, thumbing at Jisung’s hip bones. “Because I know you’ve never topped for a man before.”
Jisung brushes Minho’s fringe out of his eyes. “I’ve had anal sex with women before, don’t worry.”
“Like, pegging or?”
Jisung pulls at a strand of Minho’s hair, making him snicker. “Asshole.”
“You better know how to handle one,” Minho says, batting his eyelashes at Jisung.
Jisung pinches Minho’s nose, making his snort come out short. Minho slaps Jisung’s ass and says, “Get off me, I need to prep. It’s been a while.”
Jisung shakes his head. “Lie back and relax, I’m prepping you.”
“Are you sure you know how to do it?”
“Do you like your dick?” Jisung asks.
Minho frowns. “Yeah?”
“Shut up and you can keep it,” Jisung gives him a sharp smile.
A startled laugh bubbles up Minho’s throat. “Okay, baby.”
Jisung winks at him and slides out of his lap to reach for their nightstand where a bottle of lube is sitting on, he snatches it and crawls back into Minho’s orbit as Minho gets rid of his boxers. Minho presses his thigh to his chest so Jisung can slot himself in front of him and lets his leg fall so he can hook it around Jisung’s hip. Jisung’s hand lands on Minho’s thigh with a smack and Minho barks out a laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“It just took me by surprise,” Minho says, falling back on his elbows and grazing his big toe over Jisung’s back. He smiles when Jisung shudders.
Jisung eyes him sceptically but pops the lube open. “You can take four?”
“Not right off the bat,” Minho says, mouth twitching because he knows Jisung didn’t mean it like that. “Start with one.”
Jisung makes a face as he squirts lube into his palm, making Minho snicker.
Jisung grabs Minho’s leg and leans down so he can throw it over his shoulder.
“Do you know the name of this position?” Minho asks.
Jisung gives him a self-assured grin. “I do, actually.”
“Yeah?”
“Pirate’s bounty.”
Minho bursts out laughing. “There’s no way,” he hiccups, head lolling and bouncing slightly as his shoulder shakes from his laughter.
“I’m serious!”
“Mm,” Minho sniffs. “Is this your new hyperfixation, jagi?”
“There’s a lot of positions I want to try,” Jisung says, eyes big and sparkly with excitement. He’s so cute, Minho might have to eat him.
“Not today though, right?”
“I mean…”
“I know we’re idols and stamina is required for the job, but we’re idols, so we need that stamina for the job,” Minho says. “And we have practice tomorrow, so. I refuse to overdo it. Be more responsible, Jisung.”
“I’m plenty responsible,” Jisung snarls playfully at him, making Minho giggle. “Get off my ass.”
“I’d like you to get in my ass anytime soon,” Minho jabs Jisung’s stomach.
Jisung rolls his eyes but reaches a hand between Minho’s legs. Minho’s breath hitches when the slick pad of Jisung’s finger finds his rim and relaxes when he starts circling it.
“Your hole seems tight,” Jisung comments, sliding the tip of his finger inside and hissing. “Yeah, you’re tight.”
“I haven’t bottomed since we started dating,” Minho says with a scoff. “Of course I’m tight.”
“Haven’t you fingered yourself?”
“I mean, yeah,” Minho shifts, eyes falling shut when Jisung’s finger goes in a little deeper. “But it’s not the same as taking cock, you know?”
“Oh, trust me,” Jisung makes eyes at him as he slides his finger further into Minho, up to the second knuckle. Minho already feels kind of full. “I know.”
Minho bites his bottom lip, chuckling. His eyes hood when Jisung wiggles his finger, sliding it all the way and circling it inside.
“Good?”
“You can add another,” Minho says. “One doesn’t do much.”
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Jisung pouts.
“You won’t,” Minho says. “You’re not giving me an anal fissure if you add another finger, jagi.”
Jisung barks out a laugh. “Please, don’t talk about anal fissures when my finger is up your ass.”
Minho snorts. “Sorry,” he lies down, adjusting himself. “Keep going.”
Jisung grabs the bottle of lube as he slides his finger out. The lube trickles down his already glistening fingers. He tosses the bottle aside and spreads the slick over his fingers, lathering them up thoroughly. Some lube dribbles down his wrist, but Jisung seems too preoccupied to notice, sticking his tongue out as he heats it up.
“Anytime soon,” Minho tuts.
Jisung smacks his thigh, making him yip out a laugh. “Patience.”
Minho rolls his eyes. “You don’t need that much lube.”
Jisung leans forward, Minho’s leg stretching further and making him sigh as Jisung prods two fingers at his hole before slipping them carefully inside, lube trickling down Minho’s crack.
“Wet,” Minho says, an edge of a whine to it.
“Better too wet than too dry,” Jisung says, sliding his fingers further in. Minho clenches around them.
“Relax,” Jisung coos, rubbing circles on Minho’s thigh.
Minho melts against the mattress when Jisung thrusts all the way in and spreads his fingers before pulling back and sliding them home again. Minho breathes out a moan, thighs flexing when Jisung crooks his fingers.
“Right there,” Minho sighs.
Jisung rubs at his prostate, tiny shocks zipping up Minho’s spine as he whimpers softly, fists tight around the sheets.
“Yeah,” Minho moans, back arching when Jisung adds more pressure to his prostate, prods at it in a way that makes Minho’s legs tremble.
Minho forgot how good this felt. To be honest, he’s always liked to bottom but he never offered because Jisung seemed to be way too into bottoming and he didn’t want to burst his bubble. Minho should’ve said something because Jisung’s cock is the perfect size, thick but not too thick, just thick enough to fill Minho to the point he’s kind of dumb, and long enough to hit all the right spots. Minho’s mouth waters every time he looks at it, and if it feels as good in his ass as it feels in his mouth, Minho really, truly has been missing out. He’s glad Jisung finally offered to top.
Minho would be lying if he said he hasn’t fingered himself thinking about Jisung’s cock in the shower. He’s been thinking about it, but he thought Jisung was strictly a pillow princess, which, in retrospect, is kind of stupid. Jisung thought he was straight until Minho kissed him two years ago. And Minho knows how straight sex works, even if he’s never had it. So. Shit. Jisung is a dancer like him, he definitely knows how to use his hips to wreck Minho and Minho can’t fucking wait.
Jisung slides his fingers out of him and thrusts three inside, as deep as he can go and a whimper is ripped out of Minho’s throat when he spreads them, Minho’s ass giving into the pressure, the stretch makes drool slip from his parted lips.
Jisung starts fucking him in slow strokes, in and out carefully, again, again, and again until there’s sweat trickling down Minho’s neck, until Minho is moaning his name, fists tightening on the sheets and toes curling when he gets too close to the edge for comfort.
“I’m adding another one,” Jisung breathes against Minho’s knee.
Minho’s eyes flutter open and he whines, “Just fuck me.”
“No, I’m prepping you right,” Jisung says, crooking his fingers and making Minho cry out brokenly, legs shaking. “I can’t in good conscience fuck you in that position without stretching you open properly.”
“Fuck that position, I want you in me,” Minho snaps, propping himself on his elbows to glare at Jisung.
Jisung squeezes his thigh, pressing a kiss to his knee, eyes smiling yet piercing when he looks at him. “It’ll be good, jagiya. Trust me.”
Minho squeezes his eyes shut and falls back on the bed with a huff, relaxing against the mattress. “Fuck. Be quick.”
Jisung teases his pinky at Minho’s rim, grazes it over the sensitive skin. Minho bites his bottom lip so hard he feels it give in under his teeth, tastes copper on his tongue as Jisung pushes his finger inside along with the three others and goes as deep as he can, pulling back and thrusting back in. Rinse, lather, repeat. Rinse, lather, repeat and Minho moans like an animal in heat every time he curls them up.
“Ji— ah, Jisung,” he moans. “Fuck, please.”
“Mm?” Jisung rubs his lips along the skin of Minho’s knee, hands rubbing up and down his thigh.
“I’m ready,” Minho breathes out. “Fuck, I’m so ready, please.”
Jisung crooks his fingers again, making Minho jolt with a drawn out moan.
“Fuck, Jisung,” Minho whimpers.
Jisung pulls back, wiping his hand on Minho’s skin.
“Gross,” Minho complains.
Jisung slaps his thigh, making Minho snicker.
Jisung unhooks Minho’s leg from his shoulder and sets it down softly on the bed before shifting and pulling his boxers down, his cock springing free. He’s already hard, tip an angry red and glistening with precum.
“You have such a cute cock, jagi,” Minho says, tone teasing.
Jisung gives him a flat look. “Are you really calling my cock cute when I’m about to put it in your ass?”
Minho snickers, propping himself on his elbows. “What’s wrong, jagi? Can’t your cock be cute?”
“My cock is handsome,” Jisung says, squeezing his cock and grunting.
Minho tosses his head back and laughs.
“Don’t laugh at my cock, he has feelings,” Jisung says, a pout to his tone.
Minho lifts his head and raises an eyebrow. “He?”
“Han Junior, he/him pronouns,” Jisung says with a deeper voice, sitting up on his knees and still holding onto his cock as he moves it like it’s talking. “Nice to meet you.”
Minho cackles. “Your cock doesn’t have a deep voice like that.”
“What do you mean?” Jisung frowns. He looks so fucking goofy, Minho is going to die. “He’s very manly.”
Minho feels a stitch in his side. “Oh my god,” he laughs so hard he falls back on the mattress. He buries his face in his hands as his laugh goes high pitched.
Jisung bursts into a fit of giggling. Minho feels him shift as he laughs, his hands brushing Minho’s thighs as he settles down. Minho inhales, trying to get his laughing under control, exhales it into a chuckle.
Jisung pinches his thigh. “You ready?” there’s dregs of amusement in his tone.
“For bumper cars?” Minho asks, pushing himself up on his forearms and smiling at Jisung.
“Yeah,” Jisung says. “Lie on your stomach for me?”
Jisung moves so Minho can do just that. Minho rolls on his stomach and feels Jisung’s hands on his ankle as Jisung positions himself like the top in the picture, legs bracketing Minho’s sides. He feels Jisung’s hand brush his ass and folds his arms under his chin, resting it on top of his hands and closing his eyes, feeling Jisung’s touch scorch his skin before he hears Jisung breathe out a sigh.
“Okay in there?”
“Yeah, just…” Jisung says and Minho tenses when the slick head of Jisung’s cock brushes his rim. “I’m gonna…”
“Don’t hesitate, baby,” Minho says, pushing his ass back and laughing when Jisung whimpers. “Just put it in.”
Jisung lets out a shaky breath and Minho squeezes his eyes shut when the blunt head breaches his hole. Jisung’s breathing is loud in the quiet room. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jisung curses. “Tight.”
“Take your time,” Minho says. It kind of sucks that he can’t see Jisung’s face, but he’ll let him play as he pleases for now.
Jisung shifts, his thumb digging into the swell of Minho’s ass as he presses forward, his thick cock making Minho bite into his hand not to whine too loudly as he stretches him. Fuck, he feels better than Minho thought he would, he fits inside just right and he’s not even halfway in. The angle hits parts Minho never knew he had and it makes him leak profusely into the sheets.
Jisung presses deeper and groans. “Fuck, it really feels like I’m gonna break my dick,” he breathes, but keeps moving until the head of his cock grazes Minho’s prostate, it isn’t enough to elicit a reaction but Minho is thrumming with electricity.
“Are you sure you wanna keep going?” Minho asks.
Jisung pulls back and thrusts back in instead of answering, making Minho’s teeth clack as he closes his mouth and lets out a bitten off moan.
Jisung fucks him like that in slow, careful thrusts. Minho’s stomach clenches every time he grazes his prostate, he moans into his hand when Jisung squeezes his ass as he tries to pick up the pace, letting out a punted noise when he slides all the way in.
“Fuck,” Jisung moans when Minho clenches around him. “Feels good.”
“Mhm,” Minho hums, digging his nails into his hand. “Keep going.”
Jisung suddenly stops.
“Mm?” Minho prompts.
“This sucks,” Jisung grumbles.
Minho huffs out a laugh. “How so?”
“I wanna look at you,” Jisung says, pulling out. The sheets rustle as he moves. Minho smiles when he feels Jisung’s warm hands on his hips.
He turns on his back and looks at Jisung through heavy lidded eyes. “You wanna look at me while you fuck me, jagi?”
Jisung rests his arm by Minho’s head on the mattress and leans down to nuzzle Minho’s cheek. “Duh,” he says, grazing his teeth over Minho’s skin. “You taste salty.”
“Was I crying?” Minho asks. “I didn’t even notice.”
“Just a little,” Jisung says, pressing his tongue to Minho’s cheek before smacking a kiss against it and pulling back. “Can I fuck you like this?” he asks, palming at Minho’s ribs.
“Missionary, baby?” Minho asks, reaching for Jisung’s face and brushing his fringe out of his eyes.
Jisung’s bottom lip just out as he nods.
“Of course,” Minho smiles at him. “I also wanna look at you.”
Jisung brushes their noses together as he shifts. Minho’s breath hitches when he feels him press inside again, painstakingly slow, breathing in tandem with Minho.
Minho wraps his legs around Jisung’s waist and hums when Jisung grabs his thigh and thrusts all the way in, cock nestled inside Minho and stretching him so full, his head lolls. Jisung noses down his cheek before burying his face in Minho’s neck and biting into it as he pulls his hips back and snaps them into him, making Minho bounce on the mattress with the force of it.
Jisung doesn’t pick up the pace after that, sliding out of him and back inside with careful rolls of his hips. Minho’s heels press into his back, pulling him closer as Jisung licks into his neck and fucks him like he’s precious. Jisung pulls his head back and looks at Minho, eyes heavy lidded and cheeks kissed pink. His bottom lip is trapper between his teeth as he fucks Minho with slow, deliberate thrusts. Minho’s eyes close for a second when he hits his prostate, letting out little broken ah, ah, ahs when Jisung focuses on it.
He flutters his eyes open, hands cupping Jisung’s jaw and bringing him down so he can kiss him, but they don’t kiss for long, only breathe into each other’s mouths in hot pants as Jisung picks up the pace, fucking him with tight, strong snaps of his hips.
Minho’s gut is tightening, Jisung feels it when Minho’s thighs flexes under his hands, Minho can see it in his eyes and braces for impact. Jisung fucks him harder, his hips hitting his ass with loud smacks as he thrusts into him like he’s in a race, Minho hitching up the bed and arching his back as he whimpers every time Jisung nails his prostate with his fingers digging into the meat of his thighs, nails biting skin and making Minho hiss.
Jisung shifts, the angle change making Minho’s eyes roll back as he moans. “Jagi…” Minho croaks, he feels like a rubber band ready to snap, taut, heat coiling in his gut as his hole flutters. “Fuck, I’m close.”
Jisung’s bottom lip grazes Minho’s upper lip before Minho tilts Jisung’s head so their mouths are slotting together. Their teeth clack when Jisung gives him a particularly hard thrust, making his toes curl as he moans high pitched into his mouth. Jisung’s teeth graze his bottom lip as he hits his prostate and sends Minho into white pleasure as he spills thick ropes into his stomach, entire body stilling before he melts into the mattress.
“Good?” Jisung whispers into his mouth after a moment.
Minho squeezes his waist with his thighs, pulling him even closer. “Keep going,” he rasps.
Jisung pulls back and searches his face.
“Don’t think,” Minho says. “Just fuck me. I want to see you come.”
Jisung’s bottom lip juts out but he nods, bracing his forearms by Minho’s head and snapping his hips into him. Minho hums, pulling him into him and feeling him go so deep inside him, his cock twitches feebly against the mess in his stomach. Jisung rests his forehead against Minho’s and fucks him with hard, uncoordinated thrusts that hit Minho’s prostate carelessly in a way that makes his entire stomach burn, like someone set fire to his butterflies’ wings and they’re scorching him inside out.
Jisung’s breathing is rough, wet against Minho’s face. Minho hooks his arms around Jisung’s armpits and holds onto his strong shoulders, fingers slipping from how sweaty both of them are as Jisung fucks him like he wants to break him, fucks him into overstimulation, fucks him until his eyes are rolling back and his stomach is spasming from the force of it, until Minho feels Jisung press so far inside him and still, until Jisung’s face crumbles and he lets out a guttural moan as he fills Minho to the brim with his cum.
Minho brushes his thumb over Jisung’s bitten lips and smiles at him. “You really can fuck people, huh?” he teases.
Jisung heatbutts him and makes him laugh out loud.
Jisung pulls back, and Minho winces when he pulls out, cum trickling down his ass. Jisung sits back on his heels and looks at Minho.
Minho raises his eyebrow at him, but lets out a shriek when Jisung dives down and licks into his stomach. “That’s so gross,” he giggles as Jisung licks his stomach clean with a rumbly groan.
Jisung sits up and swipes his tongue over the cum on his bottom lip. “Mm, nutrition,” he says, grabbing Minho’s legs and pushing them to Minho’s chest before shifting down and surging down, making Minho yip when he feels his tongue against his sensitive rim. Jisung hums, swirling his tongue around and squeezing the side of Minho’s thighs as he laps at his hole.
“Oh my god,” Minho laughs after the shock wears off. “You’re crazy.”
Jisung hums, thrusting his tongue inside and making Minho’s thighs flex as his hole clenches around Jisung’s expert tongue, toes curling. His cock kicks against his stomach as Jisung eats him out like he’s his last meal. Fuck.
“Fuck,” he echoes when Jisung pulls back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grins at Minho.
“You’re insane,” Minho breathes out. “Come here.”
Jisung moves up his body and settles on top of him, smiling against Minho’s mouth when he pulls him into a kiss. “Mm,” he moans when Minho pulls at his hair. “Love you.”
Minho flutters his eyes open and grins. “Was the position as good as you though it was?”
“Mm,” Jisung makes a so-so gesture. “Missionary is ten times better.”
Minho laughs. “Yeah?”
Jisung nods.
“Wanna go again?” Minho asks.
Jisung only surges down and kisses the oxygen out of Minho’s lungs.