FTM MINHO
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"ji, get out of bed. it's been 2 weeks. you have to move on, honey."
chan sighed, rubbing jisung's back as he cried into his pillow. "i- i'm so hurt, chan." chan nodded, taking out his phone.
"i have a friend, and he takes in clients. do you want me to call him?"
"l-like a therapist?"
chan blinked, before nodding. "yeah, sure. physical therapist." jisung glanced up at him, eyebrows furrowed.
"he's a sex worker. do you want to blow off some steam for a night? i can call him."
jisung shrugged. "if he's okay with it. and- and tell him that i top"
chan rolled his eyes, dialling minho's number. he put it on speaker, hearing the heavy panting. "what do you want, chan? i'm with a client-"
"my friend wants a night. you in? he tops."
"send me the time and address. and stop sending your friends to me."
"can you do tonight? he's going through a breakup."
"oh, uh, hold on. get out of me, i had to fake my orgasm anyway." the door slammed and minho huffed. "okay, sorry, what's up?"
"breakup."
"ah. okay. uh, yeah, just text me the address."
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chan opened the door with a wide smile. he hadn't seen minho in so long. jisung leant against the counter as chan hugged him tightly.
"i missed you."
"you mean you missed my pussy, chris. don't flatter me."
chan shrugged as minho took off his shoes. "i'll be leaving, so, you two.. have fun." chan waved goodbye, and shut the door, locking it on his way out.
"so, breakup? how rough was it?"
minho hopped up to sit on the counter, head tilted at jisung. jisung shifted, arms crossed. "uh, bad? he cheated, so."
"ah. okay. where are we doing this? or did you want a legit therapy session. or, what some clients pick, is i give you advice while you eat me out. incase i have to fake an orgasm during the actual sex."
"i'll do whatever you would want to do. what do clients regularly choose?"
minho shrugged. "they just come to my apartment, and fuck me. so, i can't really say."
jisung frowned. "i want whatever you're comfortable doing." minho tilted his head at that, not used to being able to choose.
"uh, i mean, whatever. if you want to get right to the sex, then sure. but if you want to do something else, anything."
jisung pursed his lips. "well, i like seeing my partner pleasured, so. whatever gives you the most pleasure, i'll do."
"listen, just have at me. we have the whole night, just do whatever. oh, i'm minho. by the way."
"jisung. but just, if anything's too much, or pain, or you're uncomfortable, let me know."
minho nodded, smiling lightly at the concern. jisung stared at minho's lips shamelessly. minho's tongue instinctively wetting his lips.
he stood between minho's legs, locking their lips together. the older parted his lips, jisung's tongue slipping in easily.
minho's legs wrapped around jisung's waist, and the latter's hands gripped the underneath of minho's thighs.
