A crown or this? | minsung

🌙feeling you

Jisung brought Minho to the bed by his hand, gently bringing him to the edge where he sat and smiled up at him.

"I've missed this..." jisung whispered and gently took Minho's hand, kissing his knuckles and Minho stood over him. To him, the dark haired seemed more fragile then before, like his body was stiff and his mind a blur. "Why are you so quiet?" Jisung smiled.

Minho passed a hand in his blond hair and felt at a loss for words again, he couldn't count how many times he's dream of the two of them just being besides each other, playing with his blond strands and smiling to himself. For too long he had dreamt of kissing him unconditionally.

"I suppose...it feels like the first time we made love, except now I'm the one who's scared..."

"Scared of what?"

"Losing you again...it still feels like a dream that I can see you, that I can touch your glowing skin like I am right now"

"We will lose each other again one day...death is unavoidable. But, that's also the beauty of life....so why be scared?" Jisung pulled him next to him and kissed his cold cheek, softening his warm lips. "When we can enjoy each other"

Minho didn't waste a second more and kissed Jisung, pressing his tongue along his bottom lip and feeling his body corse again him, quivering in excitement. The younger one was pulling on his shirt so that he couldn't escape this kiss, so he was indulged in this feeling they'd waited for. He checked with a side look if the door had been properly locked before pulling on the strings that held his clothes.

Minho could feel the heat of the sun against his back, crossing through the window. As well as Jisung's warm legs pressing against his thighs, inviting him in. He lowered his entire shirt and tossed it farther on the floor. Minho did the same and Jisung's eyes couldn't help but look at the scar and gently press a hand to it.

"I really thought you gone..." jisung kissed his shoulder and trailed his kisses down to his stomach, over the skin that had been thorn.

"I don't even know how I survived this..."

"Almost seemed like faith that we'd meet again...isn't it?" Jisung was getting lower and lower, making the older's breath hitch and quiver.

"Mmh" Minho nodded and closed his eyes when he felt Jisung pull his shorts and tug at the last remaining fabric on him. He felt his breath on him and a small smile crept on his lips. "What are you planning there love?"

Jisung was on his knees in front of him, spreading marks on his thighs.

"You always...used to do this to me. I never returned the favour because I was too afraid but...." He paused a moment and looked into Minho's eyes. "I realized that we might not have forever to do things...so I thought you'd like this" he placed his lips on him and did as Minho used to do to him.

"That's it...take your time" Minho cupped his face as Jisung was getting used to this. He would occasionally go down on him but never far, mainly staying at the tip. He was slow and steady, his pink lips wrapped around him. "You're doing really good" Minho bit his lip and felt his head spin. Jisung was either going really slow or purposely teasing him.

Jisung pulled away, a string of saliva still connected them by his lips. He swiped his chin and looked up at Minho.

"Are you sure you can keep quiet?" 

"I am not as loud as you make me out to be..." Minho groaned lowly.

The blond one then lowered his head deep and fast onto Minho and he let out a loud moan, with flushed cheeks and a soft look in his eyes.

"Fuck..." he half groaned as he watched Jisung's eyes flutter and look at him sweetly. Minho felt himself needy and painfully waiting for more action, he wanted him all.

"Well you're not quiet sweetheart" Jisung smiled and Minho suddenly grabbed his chin and pulled him up on his lap. He then turned around and practically threw Jisung against the pillows, hovering over him and breathing all over his neck. He started to kiss it heavily and jisung left quite a few moans out, his hands pinned above his head.

Minho then leaned in next to his ear and smirked.

"I won't be the one screaming when we're done...sweetheart"

Minho aligned himself and had already poured some lubricant on himself and on jisung.

"Minho...I love you" Jisung said suddenly and the older made sure to look at him as he slowly entered him.

"I love you too" he moaned out when he was fully inside, both feeling their skin burn up and their hair stick to their foreheads. "You already feel so good...how are we supposed to keep the noise down?" Minho almost chuckled and jisung smiled. The younger placed a hand on Minho's mouth and passed his thumb on his bottom lip.

"Don't worry too much about that...just make me feel good baby"

That was all that needed to be said for him. Jisung clung to his back as he started to move and whimpered against his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders and held him close. They could feel each other's heart beats against the other's chest and smiled widely. Minho was letting all of this out and moaning against Jisung's hand, which made it even more enjoyable for the both of them.

Jisung's body was tensing and his breaths were getting harder to control.

"Right there."

They barely spoke during that entire night, a night where they didn't want to stop for even a second. Minho had never felt more alive in the past months then this exact moment.

"Jisung-"

he moaned against his palm and the younger pulled his hand away to hear him say his name, how he loved the way he said it.

"Kiss me"

Jisung had asked and Minho replied with his lips pressed against his, now the two of them whimpering on the other's mouth constantly. Their bodies started to tense and their faces were a blushing mess.

They both came at the same time and crashed on the bed, barely holding on a breath. Jisung felt his legs twisting and his eyes roll at how he could still picture Minho pressed against him.

"That was...." Jisung said and smiled, curling up next to Minho and kissing his cheek.

"Needed...we needed this"

"I can't believe you're finally back...gods how I've prayed for this day to come"

"I suppose that if I'm alive...then my faith isn't done yet...there is more for us to do."

"You need to take your throne back..."

"The north...? You've already got it Jisung-"

"No. We need to take back the south. Our kingdom."

"Last time we..." Minho felt his scar burn on his stomach, as a painful reminder.

"Last time we had nothing...now we have control over everything...so what's stopping us?" Jisung smiled but Minho remained serious.

"Because then that means I have to kill the king of the south....

I have to kill my father."