A crown or this? | minsung

🌙get on me

A/n: I think this will be a two part smut. (2 chaps)

Please keep and open mind about what will come next, keep in mind how the characters are and what they want. It will make some of you really fucking happy and some not as much but that's okay too. Thank you.

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Jisung was pressing him against the door, half leaning because or else he would fall. He was drunk, he didn't see much, but he sure knew what he wanted. He kept tugging at Minho's shirt in a desperate attempt to pull it away, to throw it.

"Take it off." He said quickly as he gave up but stared at him as Minho slid it up his torso and over his head. Jisung immediate tilted his head downwards and pressed his warm lips on his chest, making the skin at contact burn up.

"Does alcohol always do this to you?" Minho asked, out of breath.

"No." Jisung raised his head and cupped Minho's face. "You do." He pressed their lips together and Minho took his hips and made him lean on his entire torso. Jisung was messy, he usually kissed like every move was calculated and precise for a goal, now it was just...needy. Minho thought of that idea and smirked against his lips.

He had wanted him.

Jisung was his.

They belonged together.

As Minho wrapped his head around that idea, jisung was messily getting his hands on his body and the kiss got sloppier, as if he couldn't focus on two things at the same time.

Minho slowly walked them to the bed and pulled off Jisung's shirt, throwing it far away, as if getting rid of an obstacle. Jisung was placed under him, as they usually would when he pulled away from the kiss. It took one look into his eyes to see through him. He knew him too well.

"You want to say something to me...don't you" Minho's eyes shined as he watched Jisung's flushed out face.

"Yes." He said honestly.

"That is why you drank wine? Because you could not tell me while sober?" A smile came to his lips as he thought : cute.

"Yes..."

"What do you want to tell me?" He kissed his hand and looked at him with such tender eyes, like he was the most important thing in the world...and he was.

"We have always done this the same way...I just thought maybe we could...try something new" Jisung fumbled on his words, he never did so, not around anyone, not even alone. He was messy and blushing madly. Minho loved it.

"What is it you had in mind?"

Jisung became red, showing that no type of alcohol could make him say the words he wanted to. He opened his mouth and only a sigh came out.

"Forgive me I...don't know what I'm saying. Let's just keep going-"

"You can tell me anything Jisung..."

The younger of the two seemed even more frustrated.

"I want to...it just won't come out, I suppose"

"Then show me" he intertwined their fingers and kissed his cheek, now both sat on the edge of the bed, with Jisung's averting gaze and nervous breaths.

"Promise not to laugh...?"

"I promise"

Jisung hesitantly looked at him before finally moving. He rose from the bed and pushed his fingers on his chest, applying pressure so that Minho's back would fall on the bed. He gently and hesitantly, pushed Minho's legs opened and got between them, hovering over his body. His palms laid either side of Minho's head and they both fell short on breath.

"How long have you wanted this and never told me?" Minho asked, shortly.

"A long time..." Jisung had stopped moving but laid his lower half against Minho's, making them both blush madly.

"Why did you decide to show me this now?"

"Because I do not think you will agree." Jisung looked down and closed his eyes, like he had given up on the idea already. "You have always been the one who..." he dared not to say. "No matter, I wanted to tell you because we never know what could happen tomorrow, or the day after. I'm telling you I...want to try, at least once"

"I am opened to anything with you..."

Jisung's shined, finally. His body seemed to relax and he nodded.

"I do not want to force you."

"If there is anyone I want to try it with it's you." Minho laid completely on the bed and took off his pants, exposing himself completely. "Tell me, how you want to go about this?"

Jisung eyes him from head to toe, in a slow and passionate way, like he was already dreaming of it.

"I want to feel inside of you...like you do to me" his cheeks brightened. "I want it to be slow and passionate...to feel your every inch...I-...if you'll let me..."

Minho opened the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lubricant, showing it to Jisung.

"Do you want me to do it?"

"No, I want to." Jisung had probably mapped this moment out so many times, he knew exactly what he wanted it to go. Minho admired that, as he did to everything Jisung did.

Jisung poured some lube on his fingers and the other hand took a hold of his thigh. Minho didn't once look away. He played a finger that was dripping wet close to his entrance and the older didn't seem to mind in the slightest.

"Can I go in?"

Minho nodded and Jisung slipped a finger in, it was quick but thigh, still. Minho groaned and tilted his head, this was all so new to him. He tensed up and Jisung noticed easily by the lines of his body. He moved slightly but Minho was still clenching his legs, too much to advance.

So jisung lowered his head near his entrance and stuck his tongue out.

"Relax for me..." he said and started to circle his tongue, making Minho's eyes widen. A moan suddenly came out of his lips, involuntarily, quickly. He threw his head back while Jisung dug into his with his tongue, pressing it inside and not sparing any corner. He would pull away for a few seconds to lick up and down Minho's length before going back down to taste him. His body was still tense but in the best way possible. Without the older realizing, jisung had managed to slip two fingers in at the same time as lowering his head to the very back of his own throat. Minho moaned, as he often did.

Once he was able to put three, everything shifted and Jisung hovered over his body as he did it, he wanted to see his face, he eyes as he touched him, felt him.

His face was even sweeter then he thought it to be. He was pink flushed on his paper white skin, his eyes half opened and the corner of his lip was red, due to him bitting it multiple times. It suddenly dawned on Minho, why had it taken so long for them to try this? Jisung was quite controlling in bed, and in other aspects, he was surprised they had not tried before.

"Are you still up for it?" Jisung made sure and Minho pulled him into a thigh kiss, moaning his name along his bottom lip. When they split, Minho looked at him in such a way that both their hearts knocked against their rib cage, as if they were trying to reunite. He had the eyes that had no other word to answer.

"Yes."