Drive Me Insane

Late Night Talks

Jisung

Soft kisses quickly turn heated in the darkness of Jisung's room. Jisung was sat in Minho's lap head thrown back in pleasure. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jisung knew this couldn't happen. They just had an emotional conversation and Felix is still home. He hadn't come to bother them but he was still within earshot.

"Jisung, Baby, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Minho asks pausing his ministrations on Jisung's neck. Jisung whines at the loss rolling his hips once before looking down at the man in his bed. Minho looked disheveled lips kiss bruised and Jisung was starting to forget why this was a bad idea.

"Felix is home." Minho smiles before going back to kissing Jisung wherever he can get his mouth on him. 

"Then you'll just have to be quiet. You can be a good boy and be quiet, right Sungie?" Jisung moans nodding his head in agreement. He pulls Minho's face up connecting their lips in a slow kiss. His hands move to squeeze Jisung's waist, a soft moan slipping out. 

"What do you want pretty?" Jisung nearly tears up at the name. 

"You Minho, I want you." Minho smiles into the kiss mumbling against Jisung's lips.

"I already told you Jisung. You have me." 

Jisung groans at that, starting to move his hips with intent. The pressure was maddening and Jisung swears he could cum just on Minho's thighs alone. Jisung starts to pick up the pace when Minho grabs his hips, stopping his movements entirely. 

"As pretty as you look on my thigh, that's not how I want you to cum tonight." Jisung tilts his head in confusion. 

"What, Minho please." Jisung wasn't above begging. Minho laughs lightly before pulling his shirt over his head. Jisung stares. 

"Sung, stop ogling me and take your shirt off, baby. Matter of fact take it all off." Jisung pouts.

"No fair.  If I'm stripping you should strip too ." Minho laughs in earnest now, lifting Jisung off his lap. Jisung would be upset if Minho wasn't pulling his pants and boxers off in one swift motion. 

"Your turn Jisung." Jisung made quick work of stripping, tossing his clothes into the corner of his room. He sits back on the bed, Minho climbing in after him. 

"First, I'm going to suck your dick. Then we're getting out those toys I'm sure you have. I'm not letting you go until you're crying." Jisung feels fear and arousal stir in his stomach. How was he supposed to be quiet during all of this?

Minho moves forward, pushing Jisung's legs apart before looking up at him. His gaze was heavy and charged with something animalistic. He grabs Jisung by the ankles, pulling him to the edge of the bed. Minho drops to the floor on his knees at the end of the bed, face level with Jisung's already leaking cock.

"Put your hands above your head and keep them there." Minho commands. Jisung lifts his upper body, looking down at the man on the floor, confusion evident on his face.

"What?" Minho looks at him eyebrows raised. He gets up, pushes Jisung back down, and pins his hands above his head. 

"Be a good boy and keep them there." Minho drops back to the floor, taking Jisung's cock into his mouth, giving the tip a hard suck. 

"FUCK MINHO." So much for being quiet. Jisung moves his hands reaching out to touch Minho. The man in question delivers a hard smack to Jisung's thigh. Minho looks up at Jisung slightly grazing a vein on his dick with his teeth. Jisung gets the message putting his hands back up moaning all the while.