The Mannequin - Minsung

eighty-three

Jisung's shy. Very embarrassed. He crawls into bed. His eyes don't meet Minho's. But they stare at him. When he thinks Minho's not looking.

Minho finds it adorable. Finds all of him adorable.

"Ready to sleep?" He asks.

Jisung nods. He's already under the covers.

"Are you still okay with me sleeping next to you?"

"Yes!" Jisung shouts. Immediately.

Minho knows. But he just wanted to ask. To see how he'd answer.

"Okay." He turns off the lights. Slips beside him.

He thinks of staying. On his own side. To see if Jisung will come close.

But he quickly moves. Pulls Jisung into his arms. Smiles at how Jisung hugs his waist. Rests his head on his chests. Sighs.

"Are you alright?" Minho asks. Pecks his head.

"Yeah..." Jisung answers. His voice sounds pouty. "I'm sorry..."

Minho's now worried. "Hm? For what?" 

"I... I didn't know about that... I never felt it..."

"Oh. I know that... Well, I just assumed..."

"How?" Jisung says. Looks at him in the dark.

Because as much as Jisung loved Minho's love... attention... the kisses and touches... how his heart wanted it...

His body never showed a physical reaction.

"Don't worry about it now," Minho says. Ruffles his hair gently. "I guess it's all part of you becoming human and gaining life..."

"Oh... yeah, I guess..."

"You're still pouting," Minho says. Pecks his lips. Once. Then twice. "Did you not like it? I'm sorry, I wanted to be careful—"

"I loved it!' Jisung says. Grips onto him.

"Oh... okay," Minho says. Laughs. He feels relieved.

"I'm sorry," Jisung mumbles again. 

"It's alright." Minho hugs him close. He's smiling. Contently.

"Oh, Minho... w-what about you?"

Minho yawns. Slowly closes his eyes. Sleep's coming to him. "Hm?"

"Y-You didn't— what happened to your cock?"

Minho gasps. Jerks awake. Because Jisung's hand went right for him.

"N-No! Jisung!" Minho quickly says. He holds his hand away.

"What? N-No?" Jisung says. Sadly.

Minho inhales slowly. Brings his hand up. Kisses it. "Sorry. I mean, you shouldn't touch me like that suddenly... I, uh, I'll get turned on..."

"Oh, so you don't want that?"

"Not now, Jisung. Another time, okay? We have to take it slow."

"B-But I didn't get to touch you before... like in the books, and like you did to me... did you touch yourself?"

Minho blushes. He's embarrassed. "Um... yeah..."

"W-Will you let me do that too?"

"Y-Yes," he says. Holds Jisung's waist. To keep him in place. "I will let you do anything you want. In time. Okay?"

Jisung squeals. Smiles. "Yeah! Okay!"

Where did his shyness go? His embarrassment?

"Okay, Jisung. Now sleep." Minho says. Pecks his lips.

Jisung giggles. He snuggles into Minho's neck.

Moments later... he speaks. "Are you still awake?"

"Mmm," Minho responds tiredly.

"Minho, in the book, I saw in the picture, they use their mouth—"

"I'm sorry. Not now, Jisung. Please."

"Will you do that to me?"

Fuck. "Y-Yes. Of course. If you want that."

Jisung hugs him tightly again. "Me too! If you want! Can we touch our cocks together and then you can put your—"

Minho's palm lands on his mouth. "Uh, Jisung... Please don't... talk like that now. Please go to sleep."

"Mhffmmm." Jisung pulls his hand away. "I'll tell you tomorrow!"

Minho chuckles. Kisses his head. "Yeah... Sure."

Oh, Jisung's going to be the end of him.

To be continued...