chasing lights

17 | lost and found

Bbokkie must have given up at some point into the kissing, ignores it for a little while and to the best of his abilities while staring up at the moon and the tiny remaining specks of warm lantern light in the distance.

He ignores it because he is a good friend and the lights are pretty enough to distract him for the duration of Jisung moving to straddle Minho's lap and shoving his tongue down his throat. Bbokkie purposely decides against looking at them, unsure yet as to how he could most appropriately put an end to the whole thing before scarring the chick any further than they have already done.

They seem to have forgotten about his entire existence, apparently, are filling the quiet of the night and the soft sounds of water splashing calmly against the outside of the wooden boat with wet smacking sounds of their own. The occasional low moan or needy hum being snuck in between. They pull apart several times to whisper some overly sweet or hungry shit to each other, no in between. But tonight is different, is special. Tonight marks the end of a first promise, the beginning of a new one that is in return marking a new beginning for one man and an indefinite, soon to occur end to the other.

"You know, maybe we should consider changing your hair? Like, cut it, maybe. I mean- not that you're not really fucking stunning like this, but like holy hell, Minho, if it was shorter, I wouldn't have to be to careful when I want to just-"

"Can't do, Jisung. I tried once as a kid and was too scared to cut more than two single hairs at once, but they both turned brown afterwards. When I sang just to see what that means, they didn't glow anymore either. I was so scared my dad would find out that I cut both the hairs as short as possible and then threw them out of the tower.", Minho tells him, watches the slight, yet very clear disappointment Jisung is showing him. "Is it really that bad? Why do you want it short anyway? Does it bother you?"

The younger leans forward to whisper into Minho's ear, tells him all about how he wants to glide his hands through the strands, tug on them without any second thoughts or hesitation when Minho sucks him off, eats him out, lifts him up, fucks him while facing him. They kiss again afterwards and Bbokkie is still just so, so understanding.

Though at some point, even the patience of a very understanding and clearly third wheeling Bbokkie runs out.

"Ah~", quietly following a slap, Jisung's bottom lip getting caught between his teeth as he rolls his hips down against Minho, grinning down at him afterwards. Though Minho returns the expression, possessively squeezes both of Jisung's clothed ass cheeks.

"Yeah, thought you might like that. Glad to see I wasn't misinterpreting your expressions whenever I scolded you for something.", Minho quietly tells his man, the smug grin still very clearly evident in his tone.

"Mhm, use it later, take me apart, make me cry on your cock and then fix me up again, rearrange me to your liking.", Jisung whispers back, showing perfect rows of white teeth, all of him illuminated perfectly by the moon, as if it was paid to do exactly that. Make Jisung look even more majestic than he already does. "Anything you want you can do to me tonight, baby. I'll take everything."

More kisses, another squeeze of Jisung's ass cheeks.

"We don't have any lube left though?"

"Pretty sure I should be able to get Chan to give us some. Tonight is special after all. I'll take you to an inn too, so we can be loud.", Jisung says, dragging his pointer finger up Minho's chest, his neck and jaw, stopping at his bottom lip to tap against it. He pushes the digit between Minho's lips once he parts them, drags it along his tongue and pushes down slightly, getting lost in the sight of him while keeping their eyes locked. "Was still hoping for a warm up round with this one though, have you eat-"