Crack Addict

Gamble responsibly

All of Minho's thoughts, along with some much-needed clarity, come rushing back to him all at once.

With a start, Minho lets go of Jisung, breaking the kiss and his hands fly out to the side and up in a defensive stance as if he's preparing himself to tell Jisung not to shoot him.

Jisung stands completely still, frozen, just looking at Minho with an expression Minho can't quite decipher. Gone are the days where they could read each other like a book, as if they had a telepathic link. This man standing in front of him may as well be a stranger.

Their bodies are so close, he can feel Jisung's breath fanning across his mouth ever so gently.

God, is Minho a predator? Has he become the big bad wolf of every homophobe's nightmare? Preying on young straight men. A young straight man.

Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would find himself kissing a straight man in the bathroom of his favourite shitty bar at his grown adult age.

Minho knows they're both drunk, but not drunk enough for this.

Minhyuk is right, he really is pathetic.

"That was nothing," Jisung says quietly, interrupting Minho's probably insane spiralling.

"Our bet was to, quote, make out with someone. I win," Jisung says and that is all the warning Minho gets before Jisung is slamming his mouth onto Minhos.

Jisung's hands are quick to grab Minho's, pinning them to the wall where they were still hanging in his defensive stance.

Minho gasps at the pressure and a small moan escapes his mouth. Feeling Jisung smirk at the sound is enough to piss Minho off, so he bites his lip.

What Minho failed to remember, is that earlier in Jisung's rambling about being pegged for the first time, he likes pain.

Jisung is the one to moan now and press his body impossibly close to Minho's.

What was at first rushed and a little uncoordinated, now felt like the hot wet messy make out of Minho's dreams. There is no room for gentleness or elegance in a kiss like this, practically trying to devour each others faces.

After that first bite it was game over, they were both licking into each others mouths, tongues dancing like they are both trying to get as much surface area of each other connected as possible, including the muscles in their mouth.

Minho wants and wants and wants and it's not enough.

Whimpering again he tries to pull his hands free so that he can grab at Jisung, grab at something, anything. But Jisung doesn't let up for even a second.

He drags Minho's hands up above his hand, the textured popcorn wall of the seedy bathroom grazes Minho's forearms and for all he knows he could be bleeding right now, but neither of them care.

The pain and the pressure from both the wall and Jisung's strong grip is making Minho's already embarrassingly rock-hard cock twitch and leak in his pants.

Minho's lips feel bruised, every now and then their teeth clash but neither of them pull back, not even to breathe. It's like a dam has burst for the both of them, Minho falters for a split second wondering if Jisung also maybe had a bad day too? Maybe they were both seeking comfort and landed in his tangled toxic mess instead?

Jisung shifts position, letting go of Minho's hands above his head, he quickly grasps both wrists with one hand, keeping them pinned to the wall above Minho's head. Minho knows his wrists and forearms will be covered in bruises tomorrow.

Stepping one leg forward in between Minho's, Jisung presses their crotches together, pressing Minho to the wall further with his entire body. They both moan out loud the moment their crotches make contact.