The Mission || Minsung

Twenty Five (TW)

A/N: You guys will NEVER guess what lies ahead lol. But anyways, this is my longest chapter, 2.5k words. Enjoy, I guess. Heh.

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Before Minho could even register what was going on, he felt the back of his legs meeting with the bed. Jisung's warm breaths brushed against his neck, his hands grabbing Minho's sides.

Minho sucked in a deep breath when he felt Jisung's lips on his earlobe. As the younger bit down gently, he couldn't help but sigh in pleasure, wrapping his arms around Jisung's shoulders.

"You're so beautiful, Minho." The younger whispered, causing butterflies to erupt in Minho's stomach.

Jisung began to leave a trail of kisses down towards Minho's throat, one of his hands grabbing the back of Minho's neck and the other holding his waist.

Minho couldn't contain the sound that escaped him when Jisung began to suck on a specific spot below his jaw. Embarrassed, he covered his mouth and mentally cursed himself to shut up.

Jisung suddenly pulled back, and Minho almost immediately started to miss the sensations of Jisung sucking bruises on his neck. However, that feeling was soon replaced by shock when Jisung's lips slammed on his, making him melt into the younger's arms.

The kiss was soft yet firm, their lips perfectly moulded into each other as if they were meant to be. They moved in perfect sync, and Minho found himself in a state of utter bliss where nothing but Jisung mattered, nothing but them holding each other existed.

Minho pressed his hand against Jisung's butt, earning a groan from him. He felt like he was losing himself when the kiss deepened.

For someone who had been trained so thoroughly all his life, learning to never let his guard down and be alert even when he was in sleep, Minho never imagined himself losing all his senses over a kiss. That was the hold Jisung had over him, and he was the only one who could make Minho desperate to the point of insanity.

Jisung dragged his tongue against Minho's bottom lip, making the older gasp which he took to his advantage by slipping his tongue in.

A strange sort of warmth was filling Minho's stomach as the kiss grew more and more heated with every passing second. The heat that pooled in his stomach... it was something new. It was scary, no doubt, since it was something he had never felt before, but he couldn't find himself wanting to run away.

In fact, he wanted more. He needed more.

Suddenly, the fact that the only thing covering him was a towel loosely draped around his torso didn't bother him anymore.

Jisung pulled away for a split second to catch his breath, panting as he searched Minho's eyes for any sort of discomfort. However, all he was met with were lust filled eyes that were looking at him so eagerly that he barely held himself back from slamming his lips on Minho's again.

"How am I supposed to hold back when you look at me like that?" He whispered, gripping Minho's waist tighter.

"Don't," Minho said, his voice raspy. "Don't hold back."

"Until when? How far do you wanna go, Minho?" Jisung asked, concerned. His eyes never leaving Minho's.

"Can't we just... wait and see where this goes?" Minho

"We can but I wanted to take things slowly and-"

With a frustrated sigh, Minho held Jisung's face and directly looked into his worry filled eyes. He could see Jisung's mask slip for a fraction of second at their closeness, but it disappeared as soon as it came.