Seoulstruck (Stray Kids, 18+)

Chapter 39: Will Real Sex Feel This Good?

As the party guests left in pairs, Jisung stayed behind to help Minho clean up. There wasn't much to do, the couple finishing up within ten minutes. Minho exhaled, looking around with his hands on his hips. "Maintenance should be here in the morning to put away the table and chairs," he said, holding out his hand to Jisung. "Want to go hang out in my room?" Jisung smiled, nervously, nodding as he accepted the choreographer's hand, grabbing the last bottle of champagne as they walked back inside. Minho's hand was warm and strong, the rapper admiring the veins in his wrists, lacing up the cat man's perfectly toned arms.

As they approached Minho's apartment, Jisung could hear cats mewing from the other side, already, excited to see their owner. "Dear GOD they're loud," Minho whispered, pushing open the door and removing his coat, all 3 fluff balls rubbing themselves against his legs. "Yeah, yeah," he said, crouching with a smile, being sure to pet each of them in their favorite spots. Jisung smiled, watching in awe at how both loved and loving Minho was. It was endearing and the quokka felt a softness form in his heartspace. He closed the door behind him, Minho turning to look up at him with a smile. "You want to feed them?" he asked, Jisung's eyebrows raising. "Can I?"

Minho stood up, walking to the kitchen and reaching into a glass container filled with plastic tubes of cat food. "They love these treats," he said, ripping one open and handing it to the rapper. "Just squeeze lightly from the bottom, they'll do the rest of the work." Jisung timidly accepted the tube, crouching down and holding it out for one of the cats. It wasted no time in lapping at the open end, Jisung unable to hide his smile. "Wah," he said, "they're really cute." Minho smiled. "Aren't they? Keeps them from getting into trouble. I can never stay mad at them."

As Jisung held out the tube to each cat, Minho opened the bottle of champagne, retrieving a pair of crystal glasses from the cupboards. Jisung turned to watch the man pour the drinks, the veins in his wrists ever present. The rapper swallowed hard, imagining those arms wrapped around him, thinking back on what the man's hands looked like around his manhood. He felt himself wanting more from the choreographer, unable to bring his attention back to the cats.

Once the tube was empty, Jisung stood back up and joined Minho in the kitchen. The catlike man was leaned against the counter, swirling his glass in his hand. "Cheers?" he said, Jisung raising the glass to clank them together. He noticed Minho's eyes piercing into him as they drank, not once glancing away or blinking. Jisung's heart began to flutter, but he couldn't bring himself to look away. Lee Minho was beautiful in every way, unfairly so. He held a charm that captivated Jisung almost to the point of jealousy. If he couldn't have him, maybe it would have been envy, but within seconds of the pair taking a drink, Jisung felt his body move on its own, pressing himself against the other man, cornering him against the counter as their lips met, Jisung reaching up to hold the beautiful catlike face in his hands. Minho's eyes closed as he pressed himself against the rapper, reaching his fingers into the belt loops of Jisung's jeans, pulling him closer. "Already, quokka?" he said between sweet, passionate kisses, Jisung choosing not to respond, acting while he was still full of bubbly, liquid courage. He wrapped his arms around Minho's toned shoulders, desperate for his affections.

Minho pulled away after a moment, leading the rapper back to his bedroom. Jisung shyly sat down on the familiar bed, looking up wistfully at the beautiful man. Minho reached down to cup Jisung's sweet face, smiling as he sat beside him. "My quokka," he said, possessively. Jisung's heart began to pound in his ears, sighing as Minho lowered him down, laying his head on the pillows. "Minnie," Jisung inquired, looking up into the piercing, catlike eyes, "can... can we try more, this time?" Minho felt himself blush. "More?" Jisung bit his lower lip, nodding slowly. "I was thinking..." he began, "I think I'd like to try... 69ing?" Minho couldn't hide his smile, lacing their fingers together and raising the rapper's hand to his lips for a kiss. "You're ready for that?" he asked, Jisung nodding, more assertively. Minho smiled, leaning down to kiss the man's sweet lips, once more. "Ok," he agreed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, removing it for Jisung's viewing pleasure. The quokka swallowed hard, reaching out to touch the man's toned but supple body. Jisung had spent a lifetime being skinny, being slightly awestruck by such well defined muscles. Minho smiled as he watched the man explore his torso, reaching for his wrist to guide him before lifting the rapper's arms above his head, removing his shirt and placing it on the floor. Jisung felt exposed, but happy to be seen by the man he'd grown so close to. Minho smiled, running his hands over the smaller man's chest. "You have perfect skin," he remarked, Jisung feeling his cheeks burn from the compliment. Their lips met once more, the flesh of their bodies exchanging warmth. Jisung reached up and tangled his fingers in Minho's hair, feeling his body move on its own, sporadically, unknowingly exciting the catlike man.