UP ALL NIGHT

after hours

Minho still has the energy and the need to take his Jisung apart right after performing at Lollapalooza.
(Dedicated to 232107 Han Jisung and his first stage outfit, because that look was iconic.)

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explicit sexual content included
cw: edging, overstimulation, crying during sex, dom/sub undertones, sadism

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Jisung hadn't known how long he'd been here, stuck in this position where his limbs had gone numb a while back. All he knows is that while it felt like hours, he knows he's only been here for a mere thirty minutes.

Half an hour of pure torture and pleasure that could only be described as a painful shame that bubbled in the pit of his stomach, where it had gradually tightened with a pressure that he had learned to hold.

The performance had ended hours ago, all members high off exhilaration and pure bliss. Their bones had threatened to tear off and fall into a puddle on the floor. Exhaustion quickly followed as soon as they had set off into their vans to ride to the hotel.

Jisung was sure he would rest. Sure that he would peacefully crawl into his bed and sleep his stage-high off like he had been used to. He was sure that Minho, who had been just as weary as him, would only greet him a goodnight and to wish that he appears in his dreams.

Minho had given him a look when they had rode the elevator to their shared floor. Narrowed cat eyes communicating silently to him. And Jisung hadn't thought much of it, until Minho had wordlessly followed him all the way to his room. It's when they shared gazes again that Jisung could see the unspoken desire burning behind Minho's dark irises.

His hands had been on Jisung the moment the door shut behind them. His touch left a trail of fire at each brush and pull and squeeze on Jisung's body, palms molding his waist with an aggressive want as he trudged his tongue down Jisung's throat.

They lie on the mattress in minutes, Minho having pushed him down to punch the air out of his lungs, and Jisung hadn't gotten a chance to explain; explain he was so tired and worn out, but he had let his legs be spread for Minho to crawl in between them, strong arms keeping them apart.

And quickly, he has buried himself in the haven of Jisung's thighs, where he would instantly occupy himself without feeling the need to give himself or Jisung a break.

It was what had led up to now, with Jisung lying flat on his back as he stared up at the ceiling with teary eyes, wavy hair stuck to his forehead in a matted mess. He trembles as Minho holds open his resisting thighs with his arms, tongue continuously licking flat and all over Jisung's puckered rim like it was the best thing he's ever tasted.

And it probably was, because by the way he had been greedily sucking bruises over his thighs and licking at his balls, Jisung was convinced Minho could do this for ages. Just buried in the heat of Jisung's ass as he stayed still and pliant for him to use. It's been so long, like exhaustion had never reached him at all tonight.

Minho switches to tugging at his rim with a single finger, and it pulls a rough whimper from Jisung's throat, the older disregarding his reaction as he fingers him excruciatingly slow and thorough, wet with his own saliva and Jisung's dripping pre-cum. His eyes stare at where his finger is buried to the knuckle, nostrils flaring as what could be described as a possessive glare lines his eyes.