little shop of pleasures (minsung)

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"So..." Felix swung his legs, looking at Jisung expectantly.

"Huh? What?" He startled, pulled from his thoughts. A cup of coffee sat in front of him, steaming. He hadn't touched it yet.

Felix took a swig from his and grinned. It shouldn't have looked threatening on him, but his enthusiasm was often intimidating to Jisung.

"Those capsules, huh? Didja like them?"

Jisung spluttered. "Oh! Uhh. Why... Why are you asking? Isn't that a little-"

"Aw, c'mon Jisung, you can tell me!" Felix exclaimed, teacup clanking down noisily on his saucer. "How many times have you used it? How did it feel? Did it make you cum?"

Jisung shifted uncomfortably, ears growing red. "Well, um..."

The truth was, the capsules had worked extraordinarily once Jisung learned to keep the ice as close as possible. As soon has he'd gotten back from work that Friday, he'd let the tentacles lose on his bed and let them fuck him until he was begging and sobbing. It must've gone on and on for hours until he passed out or tipped over the ice, whichever had come first, he didn't remember. The only thing he knew was that the pleasure was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. And of course, being extremely grateful for the crinkly plastic cover on his mattress for once in his life.

"So you did cum? How many times?" Felix leaned across the table. "Did it feel- ACK!"

"Shut up Lixie, you're scaring him!" Changbin hissed, holding a tube of newspaper which he'd smacked Felix with. Jisung breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, Jisung? How would you describe it?"

Jisung winced. Oh god, not him too.

"See Binnie? You're bugging him too!" Felix whined.

"Well, I sold them to him. It's my job to know how my customers feel." Changbin crossed his arms and watched as Felix frowned and drained the last of his coffee. "So go ahead Jisung, tell me."

With the two pairs of insistent eyes boring into him, Jisung's face grew unbearably hot. Despite how embarrassing it was, he really did want to tell someone about it. It was just so much, unlike anything he could've ever dreamed possible, and he was practically bursting at the seams. Often literally. Man, could those tentacles stretch him...

"It's good."

At his slightest word, Changbin and Felix seemed to perk up like dogs. He could almost see metaphorical tails wagging behind them as they looked on, insistent for more information.

"More than good, I mean, it was..." Jisung swallowed, staring at the coffee in his cup. "I don't remember how many times I came, it's like my mind is still blank. I... I guess that's a good thing?"

Changbin grinned widely. "Fuck yeah that's a good thing! Anything else?"