red wine || minsung

III

sunday night came along as jisung prepared for his nighttime routine. running the bath he felt the warm water graze his fingertips as he adjusted the settings. he lit a peaches and cream-scented candle to set the mood for the night.

jisung loved sweet things whether that be tastes or scents, he especially loved cheesecake. if jisung could find a cheesecake-scented candle, he'd be in heaven.

heading back into his bedroom jisung laid out his pajamas which consisted of a plain white t-shirt, blue fuzzy spiderman pants, and a gray towel. standing with his back facing the large window of his building jisung started to slowly undress.

he started off with his shirt, tugging the bottom ends over his head and watching the fabric fall to the floor. he stared at his reflection in the mirror admiring little details about himself.

his honey colored skin was so soft yet perfectly imperfect. little bumps and bug bites along with his merely defined abs gave his skin character. his breasts were slightly bigger than he would like them to be as he gently cupped them in his palms giving them a squeeze. 

then he traced his fingers along his nipples. toying with them he circled his fingers around them feeling the little bumps, practically teasing himself. he gave the tips a pinch and moaned softly at the sensation, tingling down to his legs. he was so sensitive from getting off earlier.

jisung placed his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and slowly slid down his bottoms letting them drop to the floor. he felt along his v-line fingers, accidentally grazing his soft dick that just hung there pathetically. 

he turned around staring at his plump ass in the mirror. he groped his cheeks and pulled them apart feeling the plush in his hands. he moaned softly at the feeling wishing someone else was manhandling him. wishing someone else had their hands around his waist and he'd feel so tiny beneath them as he'd get dicked down. however the first person that popped into mind, was minho.

squeezing his ass one final time he shook his head, trying to erase his thoughts of the boy. "can't be minho, i don't even know him." jisung sighed. 

jisung felt different than usual. as if his every move was being observed, but shrugged it off thinking he was being paranoid. heading into his kitchen he poured himself a glass of red wine. he took a sip, tasting the alcohol on his lips, humming in delight. 

he then began to make his way toward the bath. "shit, i forgot i left the water running." as he scrambled to shut the almost overflowing water off. dipping into the bath he groaned at the feeling of the warm water hugging his skin. he poured in some bubbles to make the bath more pleasant. 

jisung deeply sighed and closed his eyes as he sat surrounded by bubbles and classical music playing in the background. he then blushed as he realized he'd been non stop thinking of minho and was also painfully hard. "twice in one day, really jisung?" he sighed softly as he grabbed his pathetic dick in his hand. 

jisung's dick was average, not too small but not amazingly big either. it could get the job done but still can be called pathetic. 

he palmed himself slowly biting his lip at the sensation, spreading his legs further apart hoping someone was in between. jisung then took a hold of his dick and began to thumb at his slit, whimpering. the sensitivity from earlier was getting to him. 

he moved his wrist up and down his dick in a quick pace, loving the feeling building up in his stomach. moaning loudly his legs began to shake from how sensitive he truly was. "m-minho." he whimpered, eyes screwed shut and mouth agar, drool spilling down his chin. he then came, spurts of white coating part of his chest and entering the bath water. his chest heaved up and down and he groaned as now he was even more sensitive than before. 

"can't believe i just got off to minho." jisung grumbled, lowkey in shock. 

exiting the bath his legs wobbled as he held on to the edge of the sink counter. he drained the bath water and went into his bedroom to dry himself off with his towel. he took the gray towel into his hands still having this feeling that he was being watched.

naked and curious, jisung peered out his large window scanning his surroundings but finding nothing, until he spotted a man in the apartment across from his, sat on his couch, watching jisung intently, with a glass of red wine in one hand and the other on his lap. and jisung could do nothing but just stare at the perpetrator."

small chapter but cliffhanger :]