Seoulstruck (Stray Kids, 18+)

Chapter 48 : Real Sex Does Feel This Good

Minho and Jisung's cheeks were both flush as the cat-like man fumbled to get the key in his apartment door, his boyfriend's hand warm in his own, hearts pounding in their ears. The door swung open as they rushed inside, barely waiting for it to shut completely before their lips met. They ran to the bedroom, Minho whipping the smaller man's sweater off and kissing his neck, feeling up Jisung's tiny waistline. Jisung whimpered, grabbing at Minho's clothes in desperation. Neither man could wait any longer. "Minnie," he said, between gasps, "I... I want to do it, tonight."

"I know," Minho whispered low, undoing Jisung's jeans and pushing him onto his bed. Jisung moaned as he was stripped by the beautiful dancer, grateful and nervous the man's urgency seemed to match his own. He'd waited too long to pretend he hadn't been wanting this for longer than he'd let himself have it, but still...

"What if I'm bad at it, though?"

"That doesn't matter."

"But--"

Minho slammed a hand down next to Jisung's face, looming over the timid but fully-erect quokka. "That doesn't. Matter." Jisung looked up into Minho's eyes, severe and truthful. Minho cupped Jisung's cheek, running a tender thumb over the smooth, blushing skin. "What matters is us. Being together. It's just you and me... and if you tell me you want me, then let me show you you have all of me." Jisung felt as though he could cry, but his fluttering heart was accompanied by a craving he'd never experienced before, a desperate need to fuse with another person. Not just any person. His person. His Minho. He closed his eyes as he pulled the dancer in for a passionate kiss, reaching down to help him out of his clothes until Minho's bare hips fell between his legs. The older man propped himself on his elbows and met his gaze, again.

"I know you're nervous, and as this is your first time and I don't want your first time to hurt, I want to ask how you'd like to start. Do you want me inside you, or do you want me to ride you?"

Jisung's heart throbbed at the question. Their entire relationship, he'd played such a submissive roll, he never considered he'd have that kind of choice. "Am I... I mean... is it even big enough for you?" he asked. Minho smiled, kissing the timid quokka. "Of course you are," he said, kissing at his boyfriend's neck, again, whispering in his ear. "Would you like me to show you? I'll make you feel better than you've ever felt." Jisung could hardly breathe, the excitement almost immobilizing him. "Yes, please," he whimpered.

Minho lifted his fingers to the rapper's mouth, slowly pressing inside, careful not to choke him. The younger man moaned, feeling himself writhe senselessly, Minho's strong fingers gently exploring him. He did his best to run his tongue over every finger, obediently, treating each one like they were a cock. Minho pulled them out, reaching behind himself to prod his own hole. The dancer got on his knees and sucked Jisung off, forcing the cock down his throat and choking on it for a moment. Jisung cried out, doing his best not to get too excited too early, feeling his manhood throb between Minho's full lips. He could hardly contain himself at the sight, Minho being so lewd yet so beautiful, obviously having done this before. Finally, Minho lifted his head, looking back up at Jisung. "Are you ready. quokka?"

Jisung nodded as the catlike man moved into position, gently gripping his cock and lowering himself onto it, the tip slowly pushing past Minho's warm, tight entrance. The dancer maintained eye contact, his eyelids fluttering as he slipped into ecstasy, throwing his head back and plunging Jisung's entire manhood inside him at once. Jisung couldn't believe his eyes, the most beautiful man he'd ever seen, completely naked, back arched, abs, arms and erect cock on full display, accepting his own throbbing member as deep as it could go. He gasped in a mixture of awe and sensory overload, shaking but unwilling to make a wrong move as Minho began to repeatedly fill himself with Jisung's dick, grinding against him. Jisung's eyes began to roll back as he reached down to grab Minho's waist. The older man moaned Jisung's name as he continued to fill himself, his speed quickening to a bounce. The rapper watched as Minho abandoned all inhibition, showing himself off as his heart shaped orbs jiggled each time they met Jisung's hips. Jisung's cock had never felt such a rapturous ache, the sweetness all around it enveloping him in endless pleasure. He felt his hips begin to buck up into the man on their own, their shared movements a symphony of desire being made real. Minho's head rolled as he smiled, his facial expression nothing but shameless bliss as he took in his boyfriend's manhood. Jisung couldn't take it anymore, sitting up, and holding Minho's hips, pulling them down against his own, feeling the dancer's strong legs wrap around him. The catlike man's arms wrapped around Jisung's neck and shoulders as he moved fluidly, the experience of someone who's slept with men before in stark contrast to the virgin rapper's abilities, but as Minho said, it didn't matter. What mattered was they were both completely engaged, enjoying the experience to the fullest, Jisung feeling himself getting closer and closer with each thrust of his cock. "Minnie," he whispered through baited breath, the air thick between them. "I-it feels so good... what if I cum?"

"Then cum inside me," the dancer commanded, his movements beginning to intensify. He held Jisung's face in one hand, leaning back with the other, looking down to show off his own cock, the throbbing stiff member bouncing up and down, a line of precum dripping from its tip. "It'll make me cum, too. Give me everything, quokka, baby." Jisung looked down, feeling the biggest wave of pleasure he'd ever experienced begin to build as he watched himself enter his lover over and over again, Minho's beautiful manhood shades of red and purple. The younger man began to moan explicits as he picked up his own pace, crying out Minho's name as his orgasm rose up in his entire body. The couple didn't care who heard them, loudly releasing the tension inside and all over each other. Jisung's thrusts sounded wetter as he dumped his first load inside Minho's eager hole, Minho stroking his own cum-covered cock, rubbing the juices all over the pulsating dick between them. Jisung stared as he caught his breath, in disbelief of what he'd just done, feeling as though he could die happily in that moment.