lilacs || Minsung

Second Chance 6 | left alone

He wakes up Sunday morning to a quiet house. Later than usual because no toddler crying woke him up at some time around seven like usual. But he feels well rested, needed this all so much, so bad. He loves his son more than anything else in the world, but sleep is valuable and every parent with a little kid will understand how much of a luxury sleeping in actually becomes all of a sudden.

He eats some of last night's leftovers for breakfast, cleans up afterwards and goes to grab his phone from his room so he can play music in the bathroom while taking his shower. He is quick to flush at the message he has received, types a quick answer and finally enters the bathroom immediately after to be exceptionally quick and thorough with cleaning himself probably better than ever before.

민호
On my way now. Can't wait to make you mine x

지성
Can't wait either!! I might still be in the shower when you come though, so just let yourself in. Spare key is underneath the white flower pot outside.

It only takes minutes after he has just gotten inside the shower, washing himself with new products he picked up on his way home the day before because yes, he is that far gone. Only minutes until he hears noises outside the bathroom and not nearly enough time for him to react at all until the bathroom door just swings open and Lee Minho is standing right there, eyes on Jisung's naked body, shamelessly checking him out. Jisung tries to think of at least some way to hide away, cover himself with something, but Minho is quick to act, almost rips off his own clothes from how quickly he is taking them off and throws them down to the floor.

Jisung's eyes are just as shameless in checking him out, are scanning over every dip, every curve and line gracing his smooth skin. His initial assumption of Minho having been sculpted by the gods themselves, him being a clear favorite of whoever is up there, must be the absolute truth. Because the man is beyond stunning, so handsome and strong and pretty and fuck the fact that even his dick looks so fucking pretty that Jisung feels like tasting it is all he needs in this very moment. In whichever way Minho would let him.

He approaches him, comes walking right into the shower with total disregard of how stunned Jisung still is when he looks at him.

They have not said a single word to each other yet, are simply taking in the way the other looks until they move instinctively. Minho's hands are on his waist, his touch burning, zapping through his every inch and just fitting so well that it feels like he was meant to hold Jisung like this from the start, was never meant to be doing anything different. Jisung's hands lay flat on his pecs, feel his warmth, his heartbeat beneath the firm exterior and then he glides them up and up until he grabs onto his hair and pulls the man in, closes every possible gap between them when he kisses him, lets himself fall right against him. Minho tightens his own grip, their bodies flush against one another and everything just feeling so warm, so electrifying and just so right in all ways.

They swallow each other's moans, feel themselves harden between their bodies and before Jisung knows it, he is already being released again, turned around with ease. Of course. Of course it would be easy, considering the man has been waiting for this for so long, is so pliant in Minho's everything that he just lets him, lets himself be moved into whatever position it is Minho is going to put him into. Minho, who drops down to his knees right behind him, pushes his torso forward and his hips back so he would have a better view at his ass, the water running down the absolutely perfect shape of his so beautifully, magically almost.

It does not take a genius to guess what Minho is about to do to him and Jisung is mainly surprised about how quickly it happened, how Minho seems to be too impatient to wait any longer, like Jisung was in fact not the only one waiting for this all along.