A crown or this? | minsung

🌙never before

Jisung took off his pants next, as he had finally gotten sick of rubbing himself on the older one. He poured some more lube and made sure to look into Minho's eyes. He aligned himself and cupped his face before putting the tip pressed against him. Minho closed his eyes and embraced the kiss passionately, focusing on the way his lips moved, the way their hips rocked slightly back and forth to find any type of contact. Jisung moaned into his mouth when he felt himself be indulged inside of Minho. He went in without any trouble and felt his tight sides pressing against him. Minho hissed nervously and jisung stopped moving.

"Did i hurt you?"

"No, this is all just very new to me"

"Hopefully I can please you...I would not want you to be disappointed"

"Sweetheart..." Minho said lowly and took his lips briefly before pulling away. "I know I will feel good because you...always manage to...even just the tip of your finger against me, it makes me feel euphoric jisung...I trust you completely.

Jisung moved his hips, without even noticing. His blond hair already damp at the back of his neck, his blond lashes closing and opening quickly. He felt so many sensations this way, Minho was warm, warmer then he would have thought. This felt good, different then what they normally did.

He watched as Jisung couldn't help himself and rolled his hips a bit faster against him, finding it pleasing to watch. Minho was still adapting, but upon hearing Jisung enjoy it, he quickly took a liking to it. It's then that he felt it in him, a tingling feeling that sent a wave to his stomach, then to the back of his throat. It was like hitting a sensitive spot he never knew he had.

"There..." Minho said quietly and Jisung continued as he was doing, but he stuck their bodies togetwhr so that Minho could wrap his arms around him. And he did. Minho kissed him, tangled his fingers in his hair and spoke his name. It still felt like they were the same as they always were, even if this was new.

Simply two lovers. Loving one another.

That was all it was.

It did not matter that they were in a war, or that they had lost many things. It all faded away, all that mattered was the ground they stood on and each other.

"Deeper" Minho whispered and jisung obeyed, finally getting Minho's body into the mood. The younger one was bright with red, gasping for air almost.

"I-I'm already-" he blushed even harder, his trusts losing strength. He went slower but deeper into him, his arms beginning to give in.

"That's right, slow, just like that" they both moaned and felt each other's skin, slowly, lustfully. "You're doing so good for me"

Jisung hid his face in his neck and blurred out a few words next to his ear.

"Say my name...I want you to say it"

"Jisung" Minho moaned out and it felt like it was the very time he said it, slowly, calmly.

"Again...fuck-"

"Jisung-" he was stopped by his own body stuttering, he couldn't help but feel good.

"I'm-" without much of a warning he came inside of him and gasped, choking on a moan. His body then collapsed on top of Minho's and the older one was breathing so hard that Jisung was also rising and falling with his chest.

"You did really good" Minho smiled, but felt Jisung's fingers curl on his chest.

"We're not done."

"We can lay down-"

"Fuck me over the window. So that the entire city can see."

"Jisung, you're drunk, stop speaking this way" Minho chuckled but Jisung glared at him.

"Am i not yours...?" It was those eyes again. He was back. Calculated, trying to manipulate his way into getting what he wanted. Him.

"You know you are"

"Then show it." Jisung let his fingers touch Minho were he was sensitive, slowly and seductively. "Fuck me."

He was very convincing.

"And your reputation?"

"They'll hear moans, who is to say who they belong to?" Jisung went to the window, they were very high up on the sky, the view of the entire city, even though they looked quite small from up there. "After all? I did just..." Jisung stopped himself and with his still, very naked body, he leaned against the window and pushed it opened. "I know you want to."

"I know you do." Minho got up and joined him near the window, where a velour couch rested, right on the edge of the window. Jisung willingly turning his back and rising his hips. Minho took him and already felt so eager again. He wanted this, badly.

"Try and make me scream..." he said, as if this was a game,  a challenge so amuse him.

"Try to hold them in" Minho inserted himself and Jisung knew he would lose soon. It's like their bodies recognized each other, like a missing piece was found. Minho let himself moan lowly and felt the wind of the outside breeze on his chest. Jisung was holding onto the frame and laying a hand over his mouth, muffling the sounds of his excitement.

"No cheating" Minho took both the hands behind his back and Jisung bit his lip, feeling each thrust, each moment, each moan resonate against his skin.

He finally let a sound roll down his tongue, echoing into the sky, making the clouds vibrate. He was usually a very closed off person, but he did not seem to mind, not when he was with Minho.

"I love you" he said without a shame and quickly after, Minho came inside of him, calming his breath before taking him in his arms.

"I love you too"