hostage // minsung

5 (M)

// masturbation

Minho couldn't sleep. He replayed the mission over and over again, scrutinizing what had gone wrong and what he could improve. There wasn't much to go over, given that the mission had been less than two hours long, and he went in circles around his head, trying to feel out what else he could've done to trap Jisung sooner.

Bored with his thoughts, he slid his hands up his shirt and pinched his nipples hard, sending tingles down to his crotch. He felt himself growing aroused.

Very fortunately, he slept on the couches in the living room with Chan. The older man often didn't sleep, staying up on his laptop, working on who knows what. So Minho was left alone to touch himself.

He slipped his hands down his shorts, starting to rub his length with his hot, veiny hands. He bit his lip and tried to keep quiet. He could easily feel the veins in his shaft, pulsing with heat. He felt himself growing painfully hard, the blood rushing to his nether regions, ready to pound into someone.

During sex, he had never bottomed before, curious to know what the feeling of cumming from prostate stimulation felt like. However, he wasn't sure if Seungmin would be up to fuck him in the ass or be up for sex with him at all anymore. And he didn't have a dildo to fuck himself with either, not wanting to use his fingers both out of fear of the mess, and also knowing that his fingers wouldn't be enough to pleasure him.

Making a mental note to order anal plugs from a BDSM site, he stuck to using his hands for the moment.

Minho's entire body grew warm, sweat forming between his legs. He felt an ache growing that he desperately needed to fulfill.

He felt precum leaking from inside him, and slicked it over his dick, intense pleasure tingling through his body. He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed faster, about to release, but immediately stopped.

He slowed down, teasing himself, not allowing himself to cum so soon. Unable to stand not being allowed to touch his genitals, his hands lingered around his waist and abs and chest. He unfortunately didn't have access to his ass, but would've loved the feeling of it being grabbed.

When he'd had enough, he picked up the strokes again, his hips shifting side to side. He forced his hips back down, almost whining, but not wanting to draw attention to the tent under his blanket.

Thoughts of the new boy floated through his head. The sweat dripping down from his disheveled hair to his forehead. His hands shaking as he handled the gun. His flushed face and heavy breathing as he was cornered.

Maybe it was because of the adrenaline-filled day he'd had that had him quickly become attached to this stranger. Something about his cocky words, his laugh as he twisted the gun from his hands, drew Minho towards Jisung.

Minho felt his face flush. Oh god, what is this? There was no way he could be sexually attracted to Jisung. At least he wasn't falling for him romantically. Even Minho knew that would be too much.

He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to think up an imaginary person to cum to.

Someone sweaty, wide-eyed, blue-haired . . .

Oh no . . .

Lustful tingles exploded throughout his body as his blunt nails caught on his glans, sending shocks down his legs. The stimulation of his most sensitive part made him ejaculate into his underwear.

Minho slid his hands back out, careful to not snap the waistband of his boxers.

He lay in bed, breathing deeply, feeling his body cool down. He fell asleep quickly, spent from the long day and from cumming. Minho's dreams were restless, filled with thoughts of his hostage.