your body

7| a hot day

it's been a week since jisung moved in with Minho, and everything was going smoothly so far.

in mornings, Minho would cook them breakfast, drive jisung to school, go to work, and then return home, fuck his little personal toy, and then cook them an amazing dinner.
everything was good.

jisung was actually able to do a lot of things he had to stop doing, because he didn't have time for them thanks to his job, like playing his guitar again and writing lyrics.

Minho returned home a little earlier today, because he finished all he had to do today.
it was a really hot day, and being in the office wasn't the best thing, even if it had air conditioning.

"jisung! I'm home!"
Minho yelled, but there was no answer.

he went to his room and knocked.
when he heard no answer, he decided to go in.

laying in his bed was jisung, while the cats laid next to him, his headphones on. it was so loud that Minho could hear cigarettes after sex playing.
jisung was only wearing his underwear and oversized shirt, which was rolled up a little, showing his belly.
he probably had no idea how good he looked right now to Minho.

Minho took out his phone and quickly ( but respectfully🫣 ) took a picture, before he went to jisung and gently shook him.

jisung flinched, but let out a sigh of relief when he realized that it was Minho.
"you scared me, what the fuck?"

Minho chuckled.
"sorry."

jisung looked at his phone, checking the time.
"why are you home so early?"

"it was too hot in the office, and my head started hurting."
Minho shrugged, sitting down on jisungs bed.
"what do you want to eat for dinner?"

"i think it's a little bit early for dinner."
jisung chuckled, sitting up, facing Minho.
"and anyway, I won't be home for dinner."

Minhos face filled with confusion.
"why not?"

"me and my bros are going out in half an hour. I did not see them much, and Felix is really complaining about it, so we're going to this pub later."

"oh."
Minho said.
"how many people will you go with?"

"only three. Felix, Chan and wooyoung."

"when you will be back?"

"geez, is this some kind of interrogation?"
jisung chuckled, getting up and walking towards the kitchen, Minho following him.

"no, I'm just curious."

"then don't be. curiosity killed the cat, and you're the cat."
jisung said, taking a glass from the cabinet and filling it with water.
it was really hot today, and jisung was thirsty.
suddenly, he felt two hands holding his waist.

he flinched.
"what are you doing?"

Minho didn't answer, and instead, he started gently sucking the sensitive skin of jisungs neck.

"I-I asked you something Minho."
jisung whispered, as Minho pressed him against the counter, sucking harder.

jisung let out a gasp at the sudden tightness, leaning his head back.

"I think you should text your friends that you will be late."
Minho whispered into jisungs ear.

jisung let out a whine.

Minho chuckled, making his way into jisungs bedroom to get his phone, while also making a stop at his room to get the lube. jisung took this time to catch his breath, putting his hands on the end of the counter.

minho was back just as quickly as he left, giving jisung his phone, pressing him against the counter again.

"you should let them know now, hm?"
Minho whispered.

jisung whined, unlocking his phone, as he felt Minho lower his shorts down, hearing them fall on the floor.

opening the message app, he was scrolling down, looking for Felix's number, when he heard Minho opening the bottle. just moments later, he felt two fingers entering him. since they fucked a lot, and also thanks to jisungs previous job, he was really good at adjusting, which Minho figured out soon, so instead of starting with one finger, he started with two.

jisung let out a moan, resting his back against Minhos chest.

"you should really write the message now, jisungie, so your friends won't be worried."
Minho whispered, pushing another finger inside jisung.

with shaky hands, jisung started typing out a message, as Minho continued to finger him with a steady pace.

it was almost impossible for jisung to focus on the message, when Minhos fingers were reaching all the right places.

Minho smirked, satisfied with how worked up jisung already looked. he already figured where to push to make jisung go crazy, and seeing how it affected jisung send him over the edge.

"you have ten seconds to finish that message. let's see if you can make it, shall we?"
Minho smirked, speeding up his pace, while pushing two of his fingers into jisungs mouth.

jisung let out a moan, which was silenced a little, thanks to Minhos fingers in his mouth.

"five seconds jisung."
Minho reminded, smirking to himself, as he felt jisung clench around his fingers.

even tho it all felt too good, jisung started quickly typing, trying to keep his attention on the message, and not on the feeling that Minhos fingers were providing him.

jisung send the message just as Minho counted zero.

"what a good boy you are."
Minho smirked, pulling out his fingers and lifting up jisungs shirt a little, so his waist would be visible.

jisung let out a whine at the lost, placing his forehead against the counter.
he was already exhausted, and he just needed to cum.

"please."
jisung whispered.

"what was that jisungie?"
Minho smirked, opening the bottle again and lubing his dick.

"please...I just want to finish."

"oh you will, don't worry,"
Minho said, positioning himself in front of jisungs entrance.
"are you ready, sweetheart?"

jisung nodded.
"please."
he whined.

that was all Minho needed.
he started entering him, slowly sliding inside.

jisung let out a gasp, his body falling forward and laying on the counter, his cheek pressed against it.

Minho bottomed out, letting out a sigh of pleasure.
jisung always felt so good around him.

jisung didn't need that much time to adjust, and soon enough, Minho started to thrust into him, keeping a steady pace.

jisung was letting out whines and moans, standing still for Minho, taking it all, as Minho speed up his thrusts.

"fuck..jisung."
Minho moaned, putting his hands on the cabinet on each side of jisung and moving forward, fucking jisung harder.

"oh...oh my god, m-minho...fuck."
jisung was letting out moans and whines uncontrollably, as he felt Minho hitting all the right spots.

Minho sped up his thrusts, thrusting into jisung with all his energy, as he felt his end nearing. jisung could hear the cabinet below him bang harshly every single time Minho thrusted into him.

soon enough, both of them were super close.

"f-fuck, Minho, I...I'm..."

"I know, me too."
Minho breathed out, as he felt jisung clench around him.

just moments later, they both came, panting.

they stayed still for a while, catching their breaths.

"you should maybe tell Felix he should pick you up, because you won't be able to walk there."
Minho chuckled, still catching his breath

"fuck off."

A/N:
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