143 MPH

let your body talk for you

Tidal wave; Chase Atlantic (1:07)

"You took this long to tell me?!" Jisung whined the moment Minho decelerated his bike upon reaching his garage. After him and Jisung decided to take out food instead, Minho offered to just bring Jisung over to his place to eat and probably sleep over considering it was 5am in the morning.

"How many? What color? Are they very attention seeking?" Jisung once again asked, cutting Minho off before he could reply.

"What are their names? How did you get them?" Jisung rambled on, clutching onto Minho's helmet that was previously on his own head, protecting him from the rain.

Minho sighed as he got off his bike, shaking his rain-soaked silver hair, trying his best to dry it off as effectively as he could. 

"Are you gonna keep ignoring me?" Jisung huffed, a pout settling on his pink tinted lips. Even in the rain his lip tint didn't wear off. Whose fault was that?  Etude House dear darling water lip tints in shade #cherry ade.
Minho stared into Jisung eyes, now standing next to him while Jisung was still seated on the back of the bike.

"Three cats."
Minho said as he inched closer to Jisung.

"Two orange, one grey."
And closer.

"Yes but i like giving them attention."
And closer.

"Soonie, Doongie, Dori."
And closer.

"I rescued them." 
Minho only had to whisper this. His face right now impossibly close to Jisung's. Any sudden movement and both their faces would be touching.

Jisung had honestly forgotten what the hell Minho was talking about, even if he was the one who got cranky in the first place when Minho didn't answer his cat related questions. His eyes glued to Minho's unbelievably irresistible eyes that were centimetres away from his own brown ones. The silver haired racer was wearing grey contacts with dark makeup surrounding his eyes. While the makeup was done perfectly earlier on in the night, it was now smudged and slightly running down the corners of Minho's eyes due to the rain he just had to brave through. But Jisung wasn't complaining. He loved Minho's visuals, messy and all. In fact, the messier the hotter, am I right?

Minho on the other hand, couldn't give a rats ass about Jisung's eyes. Not that he didn't love them. He loved those light brown orbs that somehow twinkled brighter than stars when Jisung got excited. He was just preoccupied with staring at something else on Jisung's face. In this case, his lips.
Again, Etude House dear darling water lip tints in shade #cherry ade. Try it, maybe you'll also attract a Minho.

"I want to kiss you, pretty darling." Minho uttered, shocking Jisung with his confidence.

"What will I get in return?" Jisung challenged. Once again trying to make it as hard as possible for Minho to get his way. What he probably didn't know was that he wasn't making it hard for Minho. He was making Minho hard. The racer loved a challenge, and he rarely loses.

"My lips on yours isn't reward enough?" Minho now placed his hands on the bike seat Jisung sat on, trapping the younger boy between his arms.
Jisung was betrayed by his own round cheeks when he felt them heat up, knowing full well that he now probably looked like a tomato.

"Ugh shut up." Jisung chose that to be his final words, before throwing his arms around Minho's neck and crashing their lips together.

Minho 1. Jisung 0.

Both boys have waited an eternity to kiss each other. And by that i mean around 24 hours. It didn't disappoint. The kiss turned heated pretty quickly, considering the sexual tension between them that had grown since Minho first laid eyes on the squirrel looking boy. Minho's tongue glided across Jisung's bottom lip, asking for entrance into his wet cavern. Jisung wasn't ready to be as pliant as he wanted to be for the sexy racer. He knew Minho was a lot more dominant than him, but he also knew how to utilise his feminine masculinity to bring Minho to his knees. Jisung kept his mouth close, not opening it at all to let Minho's tongue slip in, only allowing their lips to move in sync. Instead, he dragged his hands down Minho's muscular arms, slightly digging his nails into the racer's biceps. Jisung then moved one of his hands to rest on Minho's chest before dragging it down to the racers abs. Jisung wanted to see how far he could go before Minho became mad that Jisung wasn't being submissive. Little did he know, Minho liked having obstacles in the way. It gave him a stronger sense of success when he wins.

Or, 'fight and win', Minho says.

Minho bit down on Jisung's bottom lip before sucking on it, once again trying to get Jisung to open his mouth. Jisung didn't. But he did let a guttural moan escape his throat. Jisung dove his hands into Minho's silver hair, tugging on it as a challenge to the racer. At this point, Minho would have to admit that he indeed was getting frustrated at this unnecessary battle of dominance, it hurt his ego. So he took matters into his own hands, literally. He grabbed Jisung's ass before pulling him closer, Jisung sliding towards Minho on the bike seat. Minho now stood in between Jisung's exposed thighs as the younger's red miniskirt rode up. As soon as Minho brought his hands to meet Jisung's inner thighs, Jisung was done for. All the efforts he had put in to keep his mouth shut and frustrate Minho went out the window. His mouth opened to let out a whine at the contact between Minho's smooth hands and his soft thighs. Minho wasted no time and shoved his tongue into Jisung, letting it run across Jisung's bottom teeth before meeting the younger's tongue. Both boys  shuddered at the contact. Minho gripping onto Jisung's thighs tighter as Jisung pulled once more on Minho's hair.

I think its safe to say,

Minho 2.  Jisung 0.