Danceracha one shots

Hyunho (pt 4)

This is a continuation of the first smut I wrote. 🙂

 It's been a few weeks since the first time Minho and Hyunjin last fucked. The others came back and didn't realize anything. Except Felix, who was keeping track of Hyunjin's condom count to see if he slept with anyone, now it was his mission to try and guess who.

Hyunjin on the other hand was now slightly desperate to have sex again. Minho was just so addicting. He knew that Minho would probably not bottom this time but he was okay with that, anything with Minho is good. (desperate much)

He found his opportunity when everyone went out to dinner without Minho who refused because he wanted to continue dancing in the practice room. He also refused, saying that he wanted to perfect a move that he was struggling on. He wasn't struggling on a move, he is Hwang Hyunjin, he is literally perfect.

Now they were here, both of them in the practice room while Hyunjin sweat his ass off trying to think of initiating sex. Like, how do you go about that? Oh hey man, since we're fuck buddies, you wanna have sex right now because I've been feeling really desperate for you. Hyunjin shook his thoughts away, embarrassed.

Because his dumbass was literally lost in his thoughts, he missed a step and fell flat on his face, hitting the floor with a loud thud. He groaned loudly, feeling his eyes water as he pushed himself up. Minho definitely saw him and definitely was laughing.

He was right of course. Minho was quietly snickering at him. Though, he walked towards Hyunjin and sat down on the ground with him.

"Hyunjin-ah, you're so clumsy," Minho snorted, pushing the stray hairs out of Hyunjin's face. He blushed to himself, liking the tickling sensation on his face.

"I'm fine, hyung," Hyunjin replies, picking himself up off the ground and walking over to the black couches, throwing himself on them tiredly. Minho followed him, plopping down beside him, scooching closer to Hyunjin.

"I am curious though," Minho began, his eyes looking up at the ceiling as he thinks. Hyunjin listened intensely, hoping that Minho wanted what he wanted. "Why did you lie about the dance move, I saw you perfect it multiple times in practice."

Hyunjin's stomach flopped as he flushed red from getting caught. Might as well tell Minho the truth, it was the reason he was here anyway.

"I want to have sex again."

"Bold, okay." The surprise on Minho's face was evident. Though he didn't seem to completely dismiss the idea of having sex again which sparked hope through Hyunjin.

With a little bit of bravery, confidence, and hope all mixed in one, Hyunjin leaned closer. His hand placed on the inner thigh of Minho, his face inching closer. Finally, mustering up all the courage he had, he kissed Minho, pushing his lips harshly against the others, making him gasp.

Hyunjin kept kissing him, now completely on his lap. He wrapped his arms loosely around Minho's neck and rolled his hips against Minho. He threw his head back, biting his lip to suppress a moan. He loved the way he could feel Minho's semi-hard erection against his own, grinding with each other. Minho held onto Hyunjin's waist roughly, guiding the boy through his own grinds.