Love Test ♥ 『Minsung』

⭐️⸨♥Chapter Twelve♥⸩⭐️

[smut warning for the whole chapter again]

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"That's so damn sexy, Han."

Jisung continued to hide his face in his sweater paws, legs drawing up toward his chest but not closing them. He was far too timid to peek as he could feel Minho's eyes scan over his figure. The elder's cool fingertips caressed over his bare thighs – sending a shiver down his spine. His dark pubic hair had been neatly manicured into a strip above his reddened length, everywhere else completely smooth and hairless. Minho didn't mind body hair to begin with, but the fact that this had been secretly prepared solely for his viewing pleasure was a massive turn-on. His fingers paused as they approached Jisung's inner thighs, giving a light squeeze. "I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?" he asked in a gentle tone after noticing that the younger man still had his face obscured. He received a quick head shake in response.

"I'm just feeling really exposed," Jisung murmured meekly after a few moments. He finally removed his hands; the severe flush of his face had become apparent now that it was no longer hidden behind fabric. His eyes searched the room for something to focus on – not daring to meet the other's lustful gaze. Minho cooed and rose to press featherlight kisses around his soft features whilst interlocking their fingers. As aroused as he was, he still found the man's shyness incredibly endearing. The latter's eyes fluttered closed; his eyelashes tickling Minho's lips as he pressed gentle kisses to the shut eyelids as well. Finally, he introduced their lips in a sweet kiss as one of his hands found its way into Jisung's soft, dark locks. Their actions intensified until they were locked in a hungry, passionate make out session.

Minho carefully caught his partner's lower lip between his teeth, tugging lightly as he pulled away. Jisung whined softly at the break in contact as he halted his writhing, hands grasping at the hem of his sweatshirt as he pulled it back down over his hips from where it had drifted up his toned abs. Minho's gaze quickly flickered to his hands at the movement. A smirk formed over his rosy lips and he let out a chuckle at the sight of Jisung's  cock straining hard against the fabric from where it was hidden. He palmed at his sizeable member through the clothing, earning a low groan and pout. "Don't tease me," Jisung protested as his legs were brought up toward his chest on either side of where Minho was nestled between them.

The hand on his length slid down until his thumb pressed firmly against the younger's taint, massaging the area experimentally. Jisung shifted his position at the unfamiliar sensation and bit at his own digit. "Is it okay if I keep touching you?" Minho questioned and grinned when the other gave his consent without hesitation. He retrieved one of the pillows and, with Jisung's assistance, stuffed it beneath his pelvis. It served to provide both comfort for the other and easier access to his genitals. Once both settled into a mutually comfortable position, Minho's hands resumed delicately caressing, pinching, and slapping Jisung's thighs and ass cheeks. They avoided his most sensitive bits for now, opting to instead relocate to his abdomen. The sweatshirt was pushed out of the way as his slightly callused hand ran over the strong abs and chest presented to him.

Ducking his head down, Minho's warm, wet tongue traced between each abdominal muscle as he sucked lightly at his recently acquired six-pack. He'd always been toned but now that he worked out regularly with Chan and Changbin, his figure became stronger and more defined. It only added to his irresistible charm and weakened Minho's already shaky self-control. As he lapped and nipped at his stomach, his hands slid up Jisung's sides; the pads of his fingers swiping over and flicking at his hardened nipples. "Hyung," Jisung breathed out shakily as he tried his best to keep quiet. He didn't have faith in the thinness of the hotel walls between rooms providing much privacy. A trembling hand was placed on top of Minho's head as he travelled upward, seemingly not leaving even a centimetre of his tanned skin without attention.