Kill me and I'll kill you - Minsung

Chapter 75

Holding  down Jisung's hands over his head, Minho got himself busy as he littered kisses all the way down his stomach.

Jisung was already trembling in anticipation.

"I got you that mad, Huh ?" Jisung teased, voice low.

"Shut up" Minho mumbled against his skin, his hand slowly pressing on the boy's crotch.

"What made you so mad ?" Jisung amusedly asked, breathing loudly "The fact that I flirted with the waiter ?"

Minho didn't respond, too busy lowering down Jisung's pants.

"Or maybe when I danced on him ?" He asked, smirking when Minho glared at him.

Minho only scoffed, pulling the boy's underwear down.

"It's that then, you didn't like when I brush my ass against him, mmh ?" He smirked more.

"No, indeed" Minho groaned, grabbing the boy by the waist to turn him, making him lay on his stomach, his ass propped up.

"Oh, is Minho possessive of something he doesn't have ?" He asked, still teasing the shit out of him.

Minho's hand slapped his ass so loudly the entire house could hear. Maybe they could hear the whimper Jisung let out too.

"Too bad you had me before, must be shit to be such a bad guy" He continued his taunting, and Minho was over the edge already.

"I'll make you mine again, doesn't matter" He mumbled, grabbing a handful of the boy's ass and leaning in.

"Oh- F-Fuck" Jisung shivered, feeling Minho's tongue at his ass "Y-You've never done that before".

Minho didn't answer, too busy pushing his tongue on his rim, again and again, and making Jisung shudder in pleasure.

"I like this so much" Jisung's wavering voice added, whimpering.

And Minho didn't stop, his hand kneading at his ass.

When he had enough, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, before giving another slap at the boy's ass.

He grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring a few at his ass directly, before nonchalently pushing a finger inside, Jisung taking it without complaint.

Minho's entire body was burning with want, watching the way Jisung moved his hips back to fuck himself on his finger. What a sight.

He pushed more fingers inside, loving the little sounds he made at the intrusion.

When Jisung started stroking himself, too busy in his own pleasure, Minho decided he didn't deserve it.

So he took his belt from his pants, grabbing Jisung's hands to wrap them behind his back.

He tied his wrists so tightly it hurt, and Jisung loved it.

As soon as he wrapped his condom on, Jisung couldn't stop begging for it.

And of course, Minho gave it to him.

Pushing inside, Jisung let out a cry, muffled by the pillow he was drooling on.

"Shit" Minho groaned.

He didn't wait before picking up the pace, his palm sitting at his back as he pounded.

"I- Fuck" Jisung muttered "Your dick is so nice"

"Still obsessed by it, aren't you ?" Minho said, his voice so low it made goosebumps grow on Jisung's skin.

He grabbed Jisung's tied wrists, pulling at it and pushing his hips in the boy.

"Fuck- always will" Jisung responded.

Minho pulled on his tied wrist so strongly as he pounced into him, Jisung's body raised up, feeling completely messed up to be moved like that, so controllable.

Exhausted, Minho paused to take a breather, as well as wanting this moment to last more.

He released his wrists, still very slowly pushing inside.

Making it unsufferable for the masochist Jisung was.

Untying his wrists, he made the boy turn to lay on his back.

He had fucked him violently enough, he craved for more contact now.

He hovered over the boy, his hand wrapping around his jaw to make him look at him.

Staring right at his eyes intensely, he entered him again, loving Jisung's pleasured squinted eyes. His pouty mouth open to breath out.

And he leant in, joining their lips in a deep kiss as his hips clashed into his, his other hand grabbing at his thigh and kneading at the skin.

Jisung's hand gripped at his back, nails almost scratching his back at the overwhelming feeling.

Unlatching their lips, Minho let his head fall on his shoulder to breath out, picking up the pace as he felt his high nearing a bit too much.

"Fucking hell" He whimpered, completely loosing himself in Jisung "You're so fucking good"

"Please continue saying that" Jisung moaned out, eyes pressing close and arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders.

"I love fucking you up so damn much" Minho muttered

"Never stop doing it" He muttered back.

Their backs moving with their picked up breath, they slowly tried to come back from their highs, dazily.

It was intense, and lovable.

Both were completely dizzy from it.

"I love you" Minho muttered silently, still muffled by the fact his head was buried in his shoulder.

Minho held him so tightly Jisung couldn't move.

He felt so vulnerable.

Jisung felt it, and it moved him.

And he couldn't lie that the words pulled at his heart.

As much as he was angered at him, he couldn't help but know he was still deeply in love with the older.

"Don't hurt my heart anymore" Jisung whispered

"Never again"  "I wish I never did"

"Can you hold me longer ?"

"I'll hold you for the rest of my life"