Window to freedom °•Minsung•°

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SMUT⚠️
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Jisung felt Minho close the door with a kick and let his heavy bag fall to the groud, too busy kissing the other to care.

Minho smiled in the kiss and pulled him closer by the waist, wasting no time in messing with the buttons of his shirt.
As he did that, Jisung sneaked a hand down and felt his erection, smirking when a moan escaped his lips, interrupting the kiss for a second.

He was so hard.

"Come on, big guy" he teased, voice breathy pulling him along to their room, to the bed.

Jisung ripped Min's pants open with his teeth, feeling that familiar surge of power as he looked up into the other's eyes and saw them filled with liquid desire.
Slowly, he teased him with his fingers, the other hand busy throwing off his own pants before he could get to work.

Minho was big but Jisung had months of practice.

He slid his tongue on his tip and witnessed the moment when Min's breath got caught in his throat.

"Fuck..." he groaned, hand in Jisung's hair as a wave of arousal hit them both.

Ji bobbed his head down, tasting the bitter precum on the back of his mouth and his eyes rolled slightly backwards. He searched desperately with his fingers and started playing with himself, too horny to think.

Soon, Minho was lost in the act, pressing Jisung's head down rythmically as the other slid a finger in and out of himself, trying not to gag every few seconds, tongue rolling against Min's length.

Small pants were being soaked up by the room, exiting from the open window...

Jisung trembled when Minho pushed him down to his stomach and felt it all as he throbbed into his throat, releasing every drop for him to swallow.

"Mhhh god..." he hummed once done, setting him free.

Jisung licked his lips and rejoyed in seeing that despite all this, his partner was still very much hard.

"I want to ride you" he said, voice croaky from the work.

"Please do" breathed Min as a response, uniting their lips once again.

As they shared quick, wet kisses interrupted by desperate moans Jisung slipped two fingers out with a shudder and lined himself up.

The drop left him breathless.

"Shit... oh, fuck...mh...mh...mh" he panted, letting himself fall on Min's chest, nose pressed in his neck.

The other caressed his back softly mumbling ecouraging words in his ear. Jisung could feel how much he wanted to buck his hips upwards and admired the consideration on his part.

When he felt ready, he propped his arms around his shoulders and rolled his hips. Minho's body got rigid.

Again.

Minho gripped his waist so hard that Jisung let out a whine.

And again.

Minho's hips bucked forward and beautifully hit a spot that caused his entire body to go numb with pleasure:

"OOHH! Harder, oh harder... there, please Min, there...oh fuck..."

They were united, lips on lips, teeth on teeth, skin on skin...and nothing could come between them.
Jisung couldn't help a small, hysterical laugh between all the moans as he thought that this man, this glorious pleasure machine of a man was his and only his. Forever his.

"Lord, I fucking love you" he groaned, desperate as Minho guided his hips down hard, small slaps filling the room.

"Oh you do?" teased Minho in a breath.

"Yes!" whimpered Jisung feeling his high approach.

"Then let me hear you"

At that Minho's hand wrapped around his arousal and Jisung let out a squeak, his thoughts turning into fog.

"IloveyouohpleasefuckthatssofuckingoodohhhgodIcan'tIfuckmhhh"

Soon they were laying side by side on the sheets, strings of white decorating Min's chest and dripping out of Jisung's quivering back.

"You're going to break me in two one day" panted Jisung, feeling an acute tinge of pain in his spine.

Minho laughed under his breath and pulled them both close, sparks crackling where their skin touched, still tense with overstimulation:

"I can try, if you'd like to" he whispered in his ear, then licked a bead of sweat off his neck making him shiver.

"Stop, Min I'll get hard again" he panted even though that was probably the point.

"Mhhh, do you want me to destroy your body this bad?" Minho hummed into his skin, where he was trying real hard to leave a mark.

"Oh, yes..." whimpered Jisung, lower lip trapped under his teeth as he offered Min more space on his neck.

There and then, Minho placed one last kiss on the now beautifully purple spot and looked at him with a glint of danger in his eyes:

"Looks like we're ready for round two"

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