Window to freedom °•Minsung•°

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⚠️LIGHT SMUT!! (pls remember that these are characters and not the real people, thanks)

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Jisung's heart was beating in his ears.

"What the fuck am I doing?" he asked himself.

"What I've been meaning to do all these months"

He walked even closer, until he could feel Minho's troubled breathing on his skin.

"Do you maybe..." he mumbled, low:
"...still see something you want?"

Minho's eyes flickered to his lips and this time Jisung was sure of it. A surge of confidence hit him: there it was, that feeling. He was powerful, with a man like Mr Lee wrapped around his finger.

He smirked and got on his tippy toes, never tearing his gaze from Minho's eyes. They were liquid with desire. But something... something resembling guilt and horror also tinted them. Jisung tried to ignore it.

Instead, he placed his lips on Minho's jaw.

A volatile, simple touch but Minho jumped at it anyway, as if he hadn't expected it.

Jisung pulled back and looked at him, in silence. He was so torn, poor man. He wanted it, it was clear... but something was holding him back.

In other moments Jisung would've contemplated his decisions more, he would've realised that this was a bad idea and he would've stopped.

But now... he was so drunk on that feeling of power and that small contact had felt so nice and he wanted more, he wanted more...

"More..."

he thought, lost as he pressed his lips on Minho's neck, leaving umid kisses all over his honey sweet skin.

"Jisung..." breathed Minho.

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Minho wanted to say something incredibly reasonable to make Jisung stop. Something like:

"But I'm your boss"

or

"But I'm ugly and untidy and uninteresting"

or

"But I'm going to get married soon"

But under Jisung's attention all he could do was let the hand he had meant to use to push him away latch onto his waist and pull him closer.

He released a trembling breath and inhaled Jisung's citrusy smell, inebriated.

Jisung was sucking on his skin now, sparkles hitting all his nerve endings as he felt his blood rush down.

He had never wanted someone so bad.

Dazed he realised this was nothing like how he felt with Yoona, then shut the thought out. He didn't want to think of Yoona right now.

Jisung was the only thing he wanted to focus on...

"Jisung, Jisung, Jisung Jisung..."

Sighing, he tilted his head to give him more access to his neck and slipped a hand under his sweater feeling him tense under his touch.

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"He's reciprocating! Oh my god, he's actually reciprocating!"

Jisung smiled in the crook of Minho's neck, between a kiss and another.

An explosion of joy hit him like a supernova and he pressed himself even closer to his beloved, not wanting to miss a second of this.

They stumbled backwards togheter, grasping at eachother's bodies everytime it seemed that they were separating. Jisung felt Minho's hands everywhere, even whining when they grasped his ass possessively.

He could feel something press on his thigh and the thought of what was to come almost made him lose himself.

He barely even processed that they were in the living room until Minho fell down on the sofa.

Jisung towered over him for a second, eating up every detail of what he had done to his man.
Minho's skin was flushed, his shirt half unbuttoned to reveal a beautifully marked neck. His eyes burned with the devastating force of a wild fire.

"Come here" Minho called, voice hoarse.

Jisung almost came there and then.

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"Minho...mh...Minh- ah, Min..."

"Yeah... like that..."

Minho groaned as Jisung grinded onto him, his desperate whines music to his ears.

He licked his neck and felt Jisung shudder:

"Mhhh" he moaned.

Minho's hands moved to his hips, pressing down on the naked skin to enhance the friction between their bodies as his teeth worked feverishly on the other's jaw.

Everything was hot. Everything was mad. Minho wanted to bite every bit of Jisung's body, he wanted to break him, make him lose his sanity.
He wanted to hear nothing but begs out of his mouth.

He scrambled with Jisung's pants, bucking his hips up onto his thigh.
It took a bit but finally they were off and Minho's hand slipped into his boxers easily, feeling up the warmth of his lenght.

Jisung gasped in his ear.

Minho's lips opnened up into a sly smirk as he wrapped his hand around him and moved his thumb up, slowly feeling it get wet with precum.

A choked out whimper bubbled in Jisung's throat:

"Please..."

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Jisung was going crazy.

Minho was turning him crazy.

His brain was filled with fog, his entire body was trembling and he couldn't even control what came out of his mouth anymore.

All he wanted was Minho. Minho's hands, Minho's mouth, Minho's cock.

"Please..." he sobbed:
"I- fuck..."

Minho's hand had started stroking him faster, causing a wave of pleasure to hit his body.

"Mhh" he moaned pathetically.

"You what?" asked Min's voice.

But was it really his voice, Jisung wondered. It sounded low, warm, almost...angry and a flash of that goddamned evil grin appeared in his mind.

"I-" he tried again as Minho played with him mercilessly:
"I... wa- ah I want..."

"What? What do you want, love?"

"<<love>>?? oh lord, oh lord save me"

Jisung managed to think, feeling his eyes roll back as he twitched violently in Minho's hands.

"Fuck..." he panted:"Fuck, Minho I want you, oh, oh... mh, shit I- fuck"

Sparks erupted in his brain as he hit his high, shuddering with such pleasure that he felt tears prick at his eyes.

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Minho licked a string of white liquid off his finger and presented it to Jisung:

"So you want me, huh? Suck then."

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is this the first book ever to have a spicy scene before a kiss scene??

HUH.