Moving on - Minsung

7.

That's how, after a week of pining, Jisung found himself on the bus, on his way to see Minho.

It was Friday again. Jisung didn't mind, quite the opposite. He had something to look forward to since he texted Minho. The familiar feeling of anticipation and excitement settled in the pit of his stomach. He didn't want to believe that he was that eager. Maybe he was just horny.

He was familiar with the motel, so he went to the 'reception' room. The same girl was behind the desk, her eyes were full of hope, that Jisung, again, had to crush. He was here for someone else. Someone more appealing than she could ever be. So he checked in, he was here for Lee Know. With a huff the girl nodded, typing away on the keyboard attached to the computer.

Jisung went outside, then up the stairs. He was more confident than last time. With his head held high, he went through the outer corridor, leaving behind several doors. He wouldn't stop until door 25.

He knocked twice before the door opened. There stood Minho, again his beauty was deadly, leaning against the door.

"Hey baby~" - he greeted Jisung, smirking. The younger let his eyes take in the view, admiring Minho in a harness - "I got this just for you~" - his voice trailed off, as he noticed the movements of Jisung's eyes.

"Y-you look stunning.."

"Then why are you just standing there?" - oh god, how Jisung wanted to devour him. His teasing tone made Jisung go crazy. Jisung leaped forward, smashing his lips to Minho's. Minho smirked into the kiss, Jisung could feel it, and it made his dick twitch in his pants. Their kiss was messy, their teeth clashed together, but Jisung didn't want to stop.

"I want you-" - Minho managed to breathe out against Jisung's plump lips, making Jisung groan, as he picked up the older with a swift movement. Carrying him to the king-sized bed, their lips never parted.

He laid Minho on the bed, who scrambled to reach the drawer of the bedside table, while Jisung tugged down his jeans and shirt. Minho got his hands on the lube and condom, then stared at Jisung's body shamelessly. The latter's ears reddened when he caught Minho's eyes looking him up and down while he sucked on his finger. That sight in front of him was enough to get him worked up.

Therefore, he didn't waste another precious second, he pounced on Minho, kissing all over the older, sucking on his skin, as he listened to his moans, oh his beautiful moans. He loved how he was able to make Minho hard. He just had to suck the skin on his inner thighs for Minho to start bucking up his hips impatiently.

Jisung held him down, whispering into his ear.

"Patience darling.." - to which Minho could only whimper, shutting his eyes from Jisung's low voice in his ear. To his surprise, Jisung bit into his earlobe gently, Minho moaning once again.

"Pl-please-"

"Please what?"

"Please Jisung- I need you"

"Ah, I see.. do I need to prep you?"

"N-no, I'm ready just- just fuck me please~" - his voice was needy and he stared back at Jisung with lust-filled eyes.

"Okay darling, as you wish." - Jisung pulled the condom on, coating his dick with lube.

"Forget your ex and just fuck me Jisung-ah" - Minho looked intensely into Jisung's eyes. For a beat, Jisung's movements halted, then smiled down at Minho. He liked how observant he was, and the fact that he was able to remember the smallest details. And with Minho, he could forget about everything else. He could just concentrate on Minho and only Minho. No Felix, No college, No Hyunjin, No Chan, No assignments. No one and nothing.

Just Jisung and Minho.

That's what was in his head. Minho, Minho, Minho. His pretty sounds, his facial expressions, his muscular yet slim body. His pretty Levander hair, his stunning features. He was totally Jisung's type.

He fucked Minho senseless, the older becoming nothing new than a moaning mess. They went two rounds, and by the half of the second round, Minho was drooling on the mattress, moaning Jisung's name.

"Aah- Jisung-ahh" - Minho wailed as once again, his orgasm hit him like a moving truck. Jisung came at the same time, falling next to Minho.

"Fuck-" - Jisung breathed out. He was exhausted - "How much time do I have?" - he turned his face, taking in Minho's sweaty and sleepy face.

"About fifteen minutes? Do you want to do anything else?" - he tried to sound teasing, but Jisung could practically feel how fatigued Minho'd become.

"No.. I think that's enough for both of us. It was great, thank you.."

"Why do you thank me?"

"Because you let me, and now let me clean you up."

"You don't have to.. I will do it in a few minutes when I regenerate.." - Minho chuckled, but Jisung was serious. He got up, throwing his condom on the trashcan, and went into the small bathroom, that was more like a corner, and went back to Minho with a small wet rag.

"That's the least I can do.. it was pretty intense.." - Jisung started, and Minho let himself be cleaned up, just staying unmoving on the bed, a relieved and satisfied sigh leaving his mouth.

"Thank you Jisung.. you really didn't have to.. I can give you a blow job in exchange?" - he lifted his head, staring straight into Jisung's eyes.

"I.. you don't have to.. that's not why I'm cleaning you up.." - Jisung halted for a second, disbelief evident on his face.

"But you are paying me, and this- you don't have-" - Minho gestured between themselves, his eyebrows creasing together.

"Hyung. Just let me. Aftercare is important.." - Jisung shushed him, and continued cleaning up Minho.

Minho just hummed. He hadn't gotten aftercare from someone other than himself before.. it felt nice. He didn't feel empty, dirty and cheap..

"Thank-"

"Stop thanking me Hyung.. just rest.. when are you finished? If I can ask..?"

"Oh.. I still have another client after you.." - he gulped, flashing a small smile but Jisung could see how fake it was.

"Aren't you exhausted?" - he glanced up at Minho's face, who just sat up, Jisung's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"Well yeah, but money is money even if I don't feel like it." - Minho shrugged, looking away from Jisung's eyes.

Jisung's frown deepened as his chest tightened. So many things raced in his mind, but one made his heart clench. How could Minhogive himself up just like that??

"You shouldn't hyung.. we just went two rounds.. you could have told me that you still-"

"Hannie, I liked being with you. If I didn't want to, I would have told you to stop. You don't have to worry about me Jisungie.." - Minho shuffled closer, stroking Jisung's arm.