strawberry shortcake

*35. can't get enough

TW: mature, sexual content ahead, but it's a very soft smut this time

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Minho subtly shuddered from another one of the soft moans Jisung released into his ears. He sounded more angelic than ever, gasping for air, calling out Minho's name in whimpers and holding onto him so tenderly like he was about to disappear the moment they pulled away.

They had sex numerous times before, tried a lot of things together, yet this time, with Jisung's legs hooked around his hips, trembling with each and every deep thrust he made while his blunt fingernails dug into the skin of Minho's sides and back, was the best they had despite it being slower.

They had a chance to be very close this way, face to face, no restrains if they wanted to manage an eye contact or kiss. It was ideal at that moment, only thing they changed from time to time was the position of Jisung's legs or Minho's arms.

Minho watched the way Jisung's face scrunched in pure bliss, the way a few warm drops of tears escaped his closed eyes and soaked into the soft cotton of their sheets. He adored the way the younger clung onto him as he made love to him. This time was different from all the other times.

They weren't sleeping together just to let out some steam, relax their nerves, and Minho wasn't doing this because he felt obliged to. Their kiss and the initiative was eager at first, but then it slowly morphed into play of all of the unspoken positive emotions between them that pulled them together.

This time, their bodies automatically reacted to one another in a gentle manner, recognizing the other as something to cherish and treat with love. Hence why Jisung didn't complain yet about Minho going too slow or not rough enough, he loved the way Minho's hips pushed against his in repetitive, long strokes as he didn't go too slow or too quick to ruin the romantic mood. He hit Jisung's prostate just perfectly every single time he bottomed out and the sensation of it all made the younger's whole body tingle. He was on cloud nine. He could feel all of Minho. His every move, his heavy breath, his heartbeat, the way small trails of sweat slowly ran down his body. He felt Minho's arms right next to him, pressed skin against skin, as he cupped his face with his left hand, his thumb gently falling on Jisung's flushed cheek and his right hand gripping the sheets next to Jisung's head until his knuckles turned white.

Minho's head fell in the crook of Jisung's neck, his temple pressing against Jisung's. The younger shuddered as he could now perfectly hear the small groans and moans that escaped Minho's bruised lips right into his ear, stimulating him even further.

Jisung took the opportunity and connected his lips with the hot skin of Minho's neck, drawing another moan from him as he moved his kisses lower on his collarbones and back on his shoulder sucking small marks on his way.

The taste was salty from sweat, but despite that Minho tasted fucking delicious. His skin was incredibly soft and his natural scent was something incredibly intoxicating for Jisung, he felt like he was on drugs.

His hands moved from around Minho's neck, his left hand finding it's way to Minho's damp hair so he could pull him into a kiss and his right one traveling down Minho's belly just because he loved the way it made him shudder and whisper out his name.

"Jisung..." He called out softly. His voice came out in a muffled breathless tone as his head was still buried in the younger's neck. Jisung automatically whimpered at the lewd sound of it as more heat came rushing into his lower belly and tugged at his hair to finally get to taste his lips again.

Minho lifted his head only slightly to be able to look at the man under him and oh my what a sight it was. Jisung looked absolutely stunning, breathtaking even.