MUST'VE BEEN A DEADLY KISS

06: your kisses burn into my skin (M)

jisung's head falls back onto the pillow when a second digit joins the first one, pumping in and out of him at a decent pace. he silently keens around minho's fingers, taking note of how delicately they dragged against his walls— so careful and light.

when minho finally moved in between the omega's legs, he nudged jisung's legs to open much wider and he growled under his breath, sweet sweet peaches instantly filling his nostrils in waves. the familiarity of it all caused the omega's head to spin and jisung almost whined when he muttered a you're so fucking wet through gritted teeth.

minho didn't take his time to line a finger up to his rim, circling it with a feather like touch. jisung shuddered and he kept his eyes on him when minho slowly hovered over him, planting his free hand right at his side while he asked for verbal consent again.

jisung nodded instantly.

and now, he was focusing on the intrusions and movements with a blazing face. he squirms around the mere fingers, more so because he isn't sure if he should stay still or not. he can't stay still. especially if it's minho— his ex who's opening him up enough to take him.

jisung has always loved minho's hands. they weren't even that big compared to his, but he always adored them. his knuckles were always sporting scattered bruises from the punching bag at the gym. and the veins that ran along them were just so beautiful and alluring.

he loved them more when they were inside him though.

minho studies the omega carefully, observes how his face scrunches up with every drag of his fingers. he takes in the breathy moans spilling out of his throat like they were the best sounds he's ever heard. the sight— the feeling of jisung was just enough to turn him on to the max.

minho shouldn't be feeling like this. but it is unpreventable when his alpha demands more of the erotic image laid out in front of him.

"okay?" minho has a light hand on his outer thigh as he placed it there slowly to make sure he doesn't discomfort the other.

jisung's breaths have become shallower by the minute. he jolts when minho's longest digit barely brushes over a bundle of nerves and it almost has him gasping for air.

"i-i'm fine... i just... hurry please..."

"i don't want to tire you out so easily," minho adds, his gaze intense and attentive. "it's only your first day."

"fuck," jisung takes an arm up to bite onto, trying his best to deal with the dull pain and pleasure in his ass. "i feel like i'm going to die. aren't i lose enough already?"

"i'm just taking pre-cautions," the alpha whispers, eyes set on his fingers moving in and out slowly. his free hand pets at jisung's thigh, his lips curling upwards as the muscles tense.

"i could open you up for hours and you'd still always be so tight."

something in minho's words are delicious and so fucking filthy that it causes jisung to moan into his arm, his thighs trembling in anticipation. he knows it's only part of minho's nature when he drags in pillow talk during times like these. is it bad that jisung is still absolutely down for it?

"i don't have time for this."

"mhm?" minho hums in faux sympathy, slowing his movements on purpose. jisung whines and he is this close to screaming in frustration.

"i could kick you out right now. you're only here to help me," jisung screws his eyes shut, though he isn't sure if his heart agrees with the statement.

minho sighs again. and finally, he pulls his fingers out that it makes a lewd squelching sound. jisung gulps and to his disappointment, is left to clench around nothing again.