143 MPH

baby, focus on me

TW: sex.
I give up on listing kinks. go find out ;)

fuxxin' love (band version); OoOo (0:27)
- if y'all are listening to the song, the band version is much more sexy in my opinion -

Location? Garage.
Take out food? Forgotten.
Clothing? Discarded.
Hotel? Trivago.
Yes both boys were starving. They had been since the race had ended hours ago, but I guess their hunger for each other was of greater importance.

Minho's hands ran down Jisung's bare back, feeling the muscles tense under the warmth of his fingers. Yes, Jisung was still seated on the edge of Minho's bike seat. No, they didn't plan on moving somewhere else to fuck.

"Do you really want this, pretty?"
Minho asked, pulling away from Jisung's lips.
And there goes Jisung, melting into a puddle of sweet warmth and appreciation. God did he love a man who asked for consent before ever daring to go any further, someone who put their partner's wellbeing and needs before themselves.
Minho was pleased to notice how Jisung's eyes dilated and soften following his recent question.

"Since you asked so nicely... yes, I do want this. I want you." Jisung spoke, barely above a whisper. His breath lingering on Minho's neck as the racer immediately pulled Jisung back into a kiss, the swell of Jisung's lips pillowing his own ones perfectly.

Jisung wasted no time and trailed his hand down Minho's bare chest, feeling each curve and line on the racer's body. Soon that same hand was resting on Minho's length, covered only by the thin fabric of Minho's boxers. Jisung smirked against Minho's soft lips before applying a sudden pressure on Minho's length. The racer eliciting a groan in response, grinding down on Jisung's hand simply to feel more friction against his forming erection. Jisung grinned internally, feeling how big Minho really was. Not that the racer's leather pants hid his dick very well, but having it in his own hands really made the realisation hit him like a truck.

Minho trailed his lips down Jisung's neck.
"Will you punch me if I left marks?"
Jisung scoffed at Minho's question.

"I'll punch you if you don't hurry the fuck up."
Jisung impatiently answered. His erection torturously painful from still being trapped in his tight boxers.
Minho shook his head at the boy's unnecessarily aggressive reply before grinning.

"As you wish, pretty darling"
Minho gripped onto Jisung's hair, jerking the boys head backwards before biting down on the perfectly pale skin on his neck. Jisung gasping at the sudden outburst of dominance from Minho, not that he didn't enjoy it. Minho made sure that the marks he left on Jisung's neck were as obvious as possible, leaving them near his jaw and under his ear so even a turtle neck wouldn't be able hide it.

However, as much as Jisung loved feeling Minho's incisors digging into the pulsing veins on his neck, he really needed some kind of stimulation, whether it was inside him or on his length.
Jisung pulled Minho's head out of his neck, sushing the dominant before he could even say anything. He hopped of the bike seat he was sitting on and proceeded to turn around, bending over the seat instead. Every curve of his boxer covered ass exposed to Minho. He figured if Minho wanted to take it slow, he was going to make it as difficult as possible for him to do so. 
Minho on the other hand, had taken a step back to admire what ever the fuck Jisung had just done, and of course to have a better look at the ass he planned to ruin.

"Fuck me now, Minho."
Jisung looked over his shoulder, peering at the racer with hooded eyes that were begging Minho for any kind of stimulation.

oh my fucking god

Remember the scores in the previous chapter? Where the two males were trying to prove who was in control?
Well, Jisung just scored a three pointer against the racer. Minho was ready to do anything Jisung wanted him to. That stupid battle of dominance was at Jisung's mercy the moment he utilised his subtle feminity,
and so was Minho.