Promise?

part 4

Jisungs eyes met his yet again, his face blushing as usual.
"You have some really straying eyes don't you sung?" Minho chuckled, leaning closer to jisung.
"No i- it's not like that minho..." jisung bit at his bottom lip, desperately trying to find an excuse. His body began to heat up, his cheeks burning. His palms sweating. His body just radiated heat.
"What is it like then? What just cuz I caught you staring you're gonna chicken out? So that's two things now sung...you listened to me having sex and now you're eying me up. Hm...you really are something aren't you?" Minho replied, a menacing smirk plastered on his face. Jisung was just kinda, speechless. And jisung wasn't usually the kind of guy to be speechless. His friends would describe him as a someone loud and outgoing, always centre of attention. But this was just minhos effect on him. He was always so quiet and flustered around him.
"Um....no min...i-" jisung sighed, not even being able to explain himself. "I don't know why I do these things okay? M-maybe it's...n-nevermind..."
"Hm? Oh sung you're so cute..." Minho chuckled once more, moving a hand to cup jisungs chin softly, making sure he keeps looking at him. He stares into jisungs eyes. There was emotion. But not just one. Lust. Love? Desire. Who knows what minho really wants. Even he, himself, didn't know what he wants. Minho struggled with decisions since he was young...he could never choose which candy he liked, or which clothes he wanted to wear. His parents would always get frustrated with him. Minho was just a really indecisive person. Jisung, on the other hand, always knew exactly what he wanted. But he just never knew how to express it. And right now, he wanted minho.
Jisung loved that. He loved the fact that minho just called him cute. His cheeks burned up even more, if possible. A small smile grew on his face, staring back into minhos eyes.
"Am I?" He replied, in a teasing tone, somewhat hoping to get a reaction.
Minho raised an eyebrow and instantly pulled jisung straight on his lap and leaned in close.
"Yes. You're so fucking cute. And I bet you're cuter with my dick stuffed in you hm?" He growled with a wide smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing. He had finally decided to make moves on jisung. Treat him the way he obviously wants. There's no harm in platonically fucking, right? Friends with benefits or whatever. Perfectly normal.

Jisung was just in a state of shock. He was on minhos lap. He was on minhos lap? Minhos lap?! His head was going crazy. Thoughts, dirty ones, circled around his mind, barely even being able to keep eye contact. His eyes darted all over the room.
"Jisung look at me."
Jisung looked.
"Wow...such an obedient little boy you are hm?" Minho chuckled, sliding his hands up jisungs thighs, up to his hips and holding them tight. "Since when were you so nice to me? Is it because you...want something?" He motioned towards his dick, teasing jisung further. Jisung was just a blushing mess. He knew he had no way out of this one. He just had to admit.
"M-mhm..." he simply hummed. Minho was content with his answer. A wide and bright smile came from him as he moved his hands across to grip jisungs ass, causing a small yelp to escape his lips.
"Oh you like that huh?" He squeezed again. Jisung let out that high pitched sound again.
"Gosh that's hot...if that's pretty, I wonder how beautiful your moans are..." Minho leaned in to kiss jisung, softly at first, moving one of his hands up from his ass to cup jisungs cheek. Within seconds, the kiss was deepened by both the boys, letting out their lust and tension out against each others lips. Jisung pushed himself against minho, making every inch of their torsos touch with some pressure. Minho loved that feeling, squeezing jisungs ass again, causing the younger to softly moan into his mouth. Jisung instantly blushed and kissed harder to try and distract minho and make him forget what happened. Minho just smirked into the kiss, running his tongue softly along jisungs lower lip. Jisung melted at this feeling. He was already putty in minhos hands. He was willing to do anything right at that moment.
So he did. He began do softly and slowly roll his hips against minhos lap, brushing his ass against minhos dick. Minho was shocked. It was the last thing he expected from jisung. He thought that he'd end up being the one initiating everything. He instantly forced jisungs mouth open and shoved his tongue in, exploring his mouth. Jisungs brain was just foggy. The sensation of rubbing himself against minho and the deep kiss was enough to make him moan, which is what he began doing. He moaned softly into minho, beginning to grind faster and harder, wanting to feel more friction. Eventually, minho pulled away from the kiss, moving his hands down to jisungs hips and guided them on himself.
"Shit jisung...look at you...desperately grinding on me like some kind of slut. Its pathetic." Minho whispered against jisungs neck, leaving soft kisses after he finished spitting out those words. Jisung was just spurred on to keep going, loving those things coming out of minhos mouth. He never would of thought being called a slut would be so fucking hot... he was just on cloud 9. The neck kisses turned him on more, those soft moans continuing to fall from his lips. Minho cherished this moment too...he just loved hearing jisungs sounds. He found them so arousing. he began to give into jis helpless grinds, beginning to buck his own hips up into him, causing jisung to pretty much melt. He leaned his head back in pleasure, his body just begging for more. He leaned close to minho, near enough for them to just kiss, and whispered softly. "Min...I really need you...n-now...". With that, minho instantly connected their lips in another desperate and rough kiss. Minhos hand moved around the youngers upper body, exploring every inch of it as they kissed. He slid his hands up jisungs shirt, the sensation making jis skin come up in a thick layer of goosebumps. His hands snaked up towards his nipples, playing with them between his fingers, squeezing. Jisung just whimpered more, kissing harder too. The two kissed with intensity for some time.
Minho eventually pulled away, the lust just getting too much for him. His body wanted jisung so bad. The same could be said for ji...his body was just like a moth to a flame when it came to minho. His body desired him, wanted him, had finally got him.
Minho leaned in close to ji again after the few seconds of staring into each others lust filled eyes.

He had decided to admit. Commit. Just do it.

"I want you. I want you to be fucking naked and waiting for me on my bed. Got that?"