pls kill me
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"My ass isn't gonna be able to handle anymore of this," Jisung grumbled, but his cock was already rising again at the thought.
"Then ride me instead," Minho offered. "Unless you don't want to though, I'm perfectly cool with that. I don't need sex to be happy."
"That's not what I meant," Jisung snapped, but his words completely lacked bite. "Didn't hear me say no, did you?"
Minho barked out a laugh. "Sure thing, princess."
Jisung visibly flushed at the name, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he pushed Minho on his back and straddled his lap. He reached over to the bedside drawer and drew out a bottle of lube that Minho hadn't bothered to search for earlier.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Minho asked, dumbfounded as he watched Jisung practically rip the cap off in his impatience, squirting a generous amount on his hand.
Jisung shrugged. "Didn't wanna ruin the moment. It didn't hurt anyway but saliva really isn't a good lubricant. Too watery."
He reached behind him and stuck two fingers in him, checking if he was still stretched. He hissed a bit as he stretched himself open, barely suppressing the urge to fuck his own fingers against his prostate.
Meanwhile, Minho took the time to poke at Jisung's cock. It wasn't stimulating at all, as much as Jisung wished it was.
"Stop that. It tickles," Jisung protested. "Ish."
Minho snickered as Jisung drew his fingers out, but his laughter was replaced with groans when a lubed hand wrapped around his cock. "Give a warning next ti—fuck, Sungie."
Jisung rubbed his palm on the tip before properly lubing the thick shaft this time. When Minho began whining, Jisung huffed and rolled his eyes.
"Impatient, geez."
Finally, Jisung shimmied up Minho's legs and sat on top of his dick, quite literally. It now lay on Minho's lower abdomen, who began squirming when Jisung began grinding down on it.
"Fuck, what are you doing?" Minho hissed between heavy breaths, screwing his eyes tight.
"Enjoying myself," Jisung replied, suppressing a giggle as he watched Minho squirm and try not to jerk his hips against Jisung's ass.
"Look, that really feels good," Minho began desperately, "but can you please just—shit."
Jisung had found Minho's cock between his thighs and was now bouncing in his lap, trying his best not to smirk at the sight of Minho squirming and groaning under him, eyebrows scrunched together as he panted and gasped.
"Everyone should know by now that you have some beautiful thighs," Jisung said, his fingers tracing the subject of the conversation and earning a shudder from Minho. "But what about mine? Do you like fucking them?"
"Yes, I really fucking do," Minho managed between gritted teeth. "But still, I—"
"You what?" Jisung interrupted, leaning forward and causing his thighs to squeeze tighter around the lubed, throbbing shaft between them. "Wanna fuck my thighs until you cum?"
