𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 55

Minho ran his hands through Jisungs hair, tugging on it slightly to get more access to his soft silky neck.

He loved the way his skin felt under his lips, his breathing getting faster and heavier. Minho knew what he was doing and he loved it.

He loved the way that Jisung melted into his touch, letting the elder do whatever he pleased. Jisung was innocent, he had never done something like this before and the idea of Minho being his first time excited him.

He liked to think that he was the only person who had ever touched the boy in this way, and the only person to ever touch him that way. Jisung was his, all his.

Minho felt the boys tight fists clench around his shirt near his chest. Small moans and whimpers could be heard as Minho nibbled and bit at his neck, tracing his hands up and down his precious body.

His trailed his hands up into Jisungs shirt, his breath hitching at the feeling. Minho moved his lips from his neck, and gave him one more kiss on his lips.

It was no quick kiss however, is was long and deep. Minho pulled gently with his teeth at the others lip, earning a small whimper.

Jisung was so easily fucked over, and he became so over stimulated so easily, it made it very fun to tease the boy and edge him on.

When Minho pulled away he flipped them over so he hovered over top of the needy boy. He ran his pointer and middle finger over his jawline and down to his collar bone.

Minho was quick to pull off his shirt and then move on the Jisungs, loving the view if his silky soft skin and fluffy stomach.

Jisung eyes traveled along the elders body, his hands moving to touch his defined abs and chiseled muscles.

There was a moment of silence before Minho bent down, leaving a trail of hickies and kisses down the younger boys chest, starting just below his collar bone, and going right to the waistband of his jeans, tugging them down slightly to get lower access.

Jisung rolled his hips up trying to get more friction with Minho's hand. The elder used his palm over Jisungs clothes crotch to help him out, loving the breathy moans and whimpers he let out, getting more and more loud and frequent.

Minho moved to start and rub his dick up against Jisung, loving the feeling.

He let out a low groan as Jisung wrapped his legs around his hips to help himself get closer.

Eventually, Minho pulled away and Jisung whined from the lose of touch.

Minho leaned over, grabbing a pump bottle of lube and setting it down on his bed so that he could pull Jisungs jeans down.

The younger lifted his hips to help and slide them down. Minho pulled them off and threw them out onto the floor of his room somewhere, not really giving much of a second thought.

He leaned down and started to mark up Jisungs thighs, not being able to get enough of his soft milky skin, his natural milky Carmel skin colour fading into a much paler one in the places that were usually covered by his clothing.

When Minho sat back up he admired his work, feeling proud of the moaning and squirming boy beneath him.

He pumped some lube onto his hands after pulling down the boys underwear as well as his own pants, so he didn't feel so exposed.

He rubbed it over his puckering hole as well as his fingers making sure to coat them well, he would do anything not to hurt the boy more than he already would be.

Jisung squirmed at the unfamiliar sensation of getting fingered. There was originally a slight burning feeling as he was stretched out, but with only two fingers in it quickly morphed into pleasure.

Minho dug around for a sweet spot, soon finding a special bundle of nerves that made Jisung choke out in pleasure, not knowing how else to react. His back arched as--

_ _ _

Minho jolted out of his sleep, sitting straight up in his bed. Jisungs name lingered on his tongue, and he knew, just knew, that at some point in his sleep he had moaned the boys name.

Minho mentally slapped himself. What was that? Why was he dreaming about such a thing?

Immediately, Minho noticed the tight feeling in his jeans, groaning in annoyance, realizing that he'd probably have to deal with that.

Why couldn't he just forget about Jisung and move on? This was all just so stupid.

He flopped back onto his bed sighing deeply.

"You have me fucked up Jiji.." he whispered to himself.