𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 28

Jisung sat quietly as Minho stared deep into his eyes, trying to understand the younger boy. What was he thinking right now? How did his mind work..

Jisung shifted uncomfortably on the couch, placing his hands in his lap and looking down at his feet. He thought about what was about to happen, how he was going to give away his body for a second time, but he didn't mind it. All because that meant he could get some attention.

"Pathetic.." Jisung said to himself under his breath so that Minho barely heard it leave his mouth.

Minho turned his head and looked Jisung in the eyes. "Pardon?" He asked.

"Hm?"

"You said something."

"No..?"

"Uh-Uh, I heard you. What did you say?"

Jisung paused, thinking to himself. "It's not important. I just said something to myself. No need to worry."

"Fine." The older stood up and shifted around the coffee table, seating himself beside Jisung and placing his body facing him. He leaned in close, resting his body weight on Jisung and looking closely at his facial features.

Jisung sat stiffly upwards, facing forwards and moving his head to look in the opposite direction that the elder was sitting. He couldn't bare to look into his eyes, knowing how close he was.

Minho's chest was pressed against Jisungs arm and shoulder and he placed one of his hands on the the youngers back, and the other on his thigh. He tilted his head around to get a better look at Jisungs face. "You look uncomfortable." He said plainly.

"Well.. your just kind of close.." the younger said, taking a small scoot away from him. Minho lifted back up to distance them. The hand that was resting on Jisungs thigh started to trial up over his dick and onto his lower abdomin, slipping under the fabric of his sweater. He slowly walked his fingers to his higher chest, running his middle and ring fingers over his upper chest lightly, sending a shiver over Jisung.

"Lets go to my room.." Minho said retracting his hands carefully and helping Jisung off of the couch and to his feet. He pulled the boy by his arm lightly down the small hallway and into the room at the end.

Jisung held back a gasp when he saw what the room looked like. It really wasn't what he imagined--

There was a closet with glass doors, white and grey walls and a soft bench near the foot of the bed.

(A/n- this is just for reference- for example, that teapot and shit at the end of the bed, that's not actually there)

"Sit." Minho said closing the door behind them and motioning to the edge of the bed. Jisung did as he was told and Minho quickly followed after him.

"What are we.. going to do..?" Jisung asked. He was slightly worried that Minho was planning on having sex with him. Sure he had told his father he wasn't a virgin, but that didn't change the fact the that he was absolutely not ready to have sex.

"I don't know. We'll see where it goes." Minho shrugged, taking off his watch. The elder seemed to notice that Jisung was uncomfortable though, so he added, "If we do anything that you don't want to do, just tell me 'kay?"

Jisung nodded hesitatantly.

"No, I'm serious Jisung. Tell me to stop. I don't want to be the reason you have sex before you're ready." Minho said with a casual tone.

Jisung nodded again, "Yeah.. yeah okay." He looked down at his feet, but when he felt a hand traveling back up his shirt again he looked back to Minho, this time not so startled at the action. It felt more natural.

Minho was looking down at where his arm was under Jisungs shirt, paying close attention to the movements he made. The younger wasn't sure what to do with himself or how to act. He more or less just sat there watching Minhos eyes as he felt over Jisungs chest.

When Minho's hand grazed over his nipple, Jisungs breath hitched. He grabbed Minhos hand out of instinct from outside his shirt. Minho laughed and looked up to meet Jisungs eyes. He moved to grab Jisungs waist, pulling him to the middle of the bed where they faced eachoether.

Minho leaned forward quickly pushing his lips up against the 17 year olds mouth. It wasn't a hungry kiss, but it was still meant to last a long time.

On the second try, Jisung started to move along with Minho actually kissing him back. His hands moved around the elders body, finally finding a place to stop and rest, one on Minhos bicep and the other gripping loosely at the collar of his shirt, pulling it down slightly to get closer.

One of Minho's hands was grabbing slightly at the hair on the back if Jisungs head, and the other one on his belt, with two fingers hooked into the youngers waistline.

Jisung seemed much more eager for the much awaited intimacy this time around, and even made an effort to move closer, nearly sitting on Minhos lap as they continued to kiss.

The younger made small tugging motions at the collar of Minhos shirt without really thinking, wanting to get just a little bit closer to the older.

Minho picked up on this signal and pulled Jisung up to sit on his lap with a leg on either side of him. For a moment Jisung found it slightly weird to adjust to, but quickly got back to what he was doing.

The only sound in the room was an occasional noise of their lips, or the heavy breathing that the both of them had from kissing for so long.

After around five minutes, Minho pulled away and started giving small kisses to the sides of the youngers jaw, working his way from beside his chin to under his ear, where he started sucking a few hickies.

Jisung didn't bother to think about how the hickies might cause problems later, but just decided to enjoy the pleasure he got from it. When Minho started to kiss his collar bone, Jisungs breath got more and more uneven, feeling a familiar sensation in his dick.

He knew that he was getting hard and started to worry that Minho might think it was weird. As far as he was concerned this wasn't affecting Minho that much.

Minho seemed completely unphased by the whole situation and only continued to give hickies and nibbles to the younger boys collar bone. Jisung sat up taller, tilting his head back and slightly arching his back at the unknown sensation of getting a hicky.

The elder pulled away suddenly placing both of his hands on the other boys ass gently squeezing for a moment. Jisung took a moment to gather himself and let his breath even out.

Minho opened his eyes to see that Jisung was still panting like a dog with his lips partly opened, and he said something that he didn't even realize. "Your really fucking cute."

Jisung opened his eyes looking at the boy in front of him, "What?" He asked, sure he hadn't heard that right. He slid off of Minhos lap and used his hands to hide his raging boner.

"Nevermind." Minho said sliding to the edge of the bed.

Jisung stood up slowly, keeping his hands clasped together to cover himself, it wasn't very inconspicuous however, because Minho caught on pretty fast.

"Oh my god," he said amused, "I knew you'd be sensitive but damn," he stood up in front of the younger, "I didn't think you'd get that turned on." Minho placed a hand over the two clasped infront of Jisung.

The younger blushed madly, to embarrassed to say a word.

"It's fine. You can take a shower and get rid of it. I doubt you want me to." He chuckled darkly.

"I think I should start going home then.. it's kind of uncomfortable." Jisung said, shifting in place. When he got home he would have to hide from his father so he didn't see, that wouldn't be hard though considering he'd be busy working at this time.

"Yeah sure." Minho straightened himself out and started for the door, "We better get going."