Put the Pieces Back Together|| MINSUNG

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WC: 1003

Returning to their hotel room, Minho was dressed and waiting. Jisung found him sitting on the balcony, reading a book. The younger male softly smiled at how beautiful he looked, hair swaying in the breeze. It had grown out again. Knowing it annoyed him, but all hairstyles seemed to suit him. He could pull anything off. Minho was perfect like that. 

Sliding out onto the balcony, Minho finally glanced up from his book. "Took you long enough."

Jisung mimicked him, handing the scarf to him. "It was hard to find the perfect scarf for you. I wanted it to match it to your outfit." 

Putting it on, he groaned, standing and going in to fix it. Jisung strolled in behind him, locking the door. Jisung found himself behind Minho, who worked to cover most of the marks. Jisung placed his hands on Minho's beautiful and perfect hips. 

"Nothing more for you." Throwing his hands up at Minho's comment. 

Jisung faked hurt, "I was just admiring my boyfriend's beautiful body. Can't I do that?"

"You can. Without touching." Swatting his hands away, "While you were out, I found some things I'd like to do. Being as I'm as sore as I am, we're doing what I want today. Tomorrow is your day." 

"Planning. I like it." Jisung grinned broadly, hoping to portray his happiness. "Can I at least get a kiss before we head out? Since we won't get them while we're out."

Jisung began to whine, knowing that Minho was dragging this out just to torture him. The sudden movement had him gasping out. Minho grabbed his wrists, pinning them over his head. The rest of his body was held in place by his body, his leg dangerously close to his member. Jisung restrained himself from lowering his body to be able to grind; when all he wanted to do in this position was to submit and be a brat. 

"What makes you think you deserve a kiss, jagiya?" The younger whimpered at the breath on his ear. He took the plunge, lowering himself slightly. This gave him the pressure he needed on his growing erection. "Those aren't words. I know you wanted to bottom more, but do you think whining and not answering me will get you what you want? Maybe I'll make you top more if you choose not to answer."

"No! Kitten, no. I'll be good." Jisung nearly shouted, rocking slowly on the leg. He took advantage of the leg, knowing that Minho could remove it at any point. 

"So, answer me. Jagi, what makes you think you deserve a kiss? You've been such a brat, marking me up. Making it hard for me to walk." 

"I'll be good," Jisung uttered, eyes closing with his head falling back.  

Minho snickered, "Will you? But look at you falling apart before I've done anything." Pulling his leg away, just as Jisung expected. Yet, the whine he tried to hold back from escaping his lips still fell out. He'd been so close, his member throbbing, needing attention. 

"Minho, kitten. Please. I'll do anything for you! Like you asked of me this morning. I'll give you anything. You can mark me, wear matching scarves." 

Minho licked the exposed neck, "Oh, I'd love to. Leave scattered marks all over this beautiful neck. We can't have too many people putting two and two together. If I have them, it's easier. If we both have them, we'll put ourselves right there. No. I have to be careful with you." Dropping to his knees, readjusting Jisung's hands behind his back. Involuntarily arching his back, Minho made quick work of his belt. 

Jisung stared as his pants slid down, revealing the perky dick with a spot of precum. Minho mouthed at it and had him buck his hips, moaning. Lifting the boy's shirt next, he got to work. Minho left marks all over his stomach. Before he finally removed his underwear, starting the onslaught on his dick. The elder gave him the best blow job of his life, blowing him until he came. 

In the end, Minho licked him dry. At last, Jisung's arms were dropped. Minho gently pulled his underwear and pants up. He helped set them in their rightful place. Standing, Jisung opened his eyes, blinking slowly. Minho leaned in, kissing him softly. Turning him around, Minho lifted Jisung's shirt. They chuckled together, seeing how marked his stomach and hips were. 

"This is the best that can be done for now." 

Jisung twisted in his hold, "I love them. Just as much as I love you, you better top me the rest of this trip. I might turn into a whiny brat." 

Grinning, eyes twinkling with mischief. "You're not already a whiny brat?" 

Giving into the stereotype, whining at him. "Min!" 

"Let's go. It's already afternoon. We'll grab lunch, then go out." 

"Yay!" Jisung almost jumped for joy.

They left their room, transitioning from flirty to friendly. This left the only reminder being the hickeys. They'd paid little attention to the world around them, going in and out of shops. It had been forever since they'd felt comfortable enough to wander around. Minho was better, but he could still become anxious about being out. However, no one could blame him. 

After spending most of the day out and about, they finally were heading back to the hotel. Joking around, they threw their purchases on the extra bed before jumping in the shower together. They did nothing more than just showering, moving to flop on their bed. Except their peace was interrupted by a ringing phone. 

Groaning, Minho was the first to crawl out of the bed. It was his phone that was going off. He brought both back. Noticing it was Chan face-timing, he answered immediately. 

"Hyung, what is it? We were just about to head to bed." Gasping when the manager came into view, covering their torsos better

"That's going to have to wait. We need to talk." The manager spoke, causing the duo to shift uncomfortably 

don't you love the 'we need to talk' statements 😉 

I've come down with a cold so, I'm sorry if I didn't catch any obvious editing mistakes. 

thank you for reading. I'm going to start uploading this twice a week now. :) 

until Friday! ~DQ ♥️