minsung / smut

beg for it

(implies spit kink)

Jisung slipped inside the apartment, the only sounds were the distant rumbling of the dishwasher and the rustling of the carrier bag in his hand, having just come back from the convenience store to pick up a few treats for his Kitten.

The two of them had enjoyed dinner together, and then Jisung had stepped out to give Minho a few moments to prepare himself for the evening they had planned together. Kicking off his shoes, Jisung headed to the kitchen to put dessert in the fridge and then he headed to the bedroom where he knew Minho would be waiting.

He stepped into the room without announcing himself, eyes darkening as he spotted Minho kneeling beside the bed on the rug, posture as perfect as always. Taking his time, Jisung moved about the room, undressing and putting things away, hyper aware of the fact that Minho was tracking him with his eyes the whole time, unable to speak because he hadn't been spoken to yet.

Minho liked to demand during sex, and for the most part Jisung enjoyed his bossy tendencies, but he also liked to see the frustration rise in him when he wasn't allowed to, which was why Jisung had implemented the no speaking unless spoken to rule. Of course, the longer he tried to go without saying anything directly to Minho, the more he would start to play up, stubbornly refusing to follow non verbal instructions even at the risk of being punished.

Today though, it didn't matter too much, because Jisung had every intention of making Minho use his voice. He was still going to push his luck though, because why not? Moving past Minho, Jisung sat on the bed and turned towards him, patting the space beside him to invite him up.

Minho didn't move. Instead there was a flicker of a rebellious eyebrow and the clenching of his jaw.

Two could play at this game.

Jisung rolled his tongue in his mouth, making a big show of collecting up as much saliva as he could. "I guess I'll have to sort myself out this evening then..." He sighed dramatically, watching the way Minho's eyes lit up as he let a glob of spit dangle above his hand.

Stalemate. Minho still didn't move. Jisung kept his eyes on him and continued to let the spit dangle. Just as it was about to hit the palm of his hand, Minho scowled and quickly rose to his feet. Jisung sucked the spit back into his mouth and looked at him with a shit eating grin. "That's more like it." He was rewarded with an eye roll. Sassy.

Now that Minho was on the bed, Jisung shifted so that he was kneeling on the floor beside it, his view full of the thick expanse of Minho's strong thighs, and his perfect, already hard dick. He rolled the saliva in his mouth again, watching the way Minho's eyes zeroed in on his mouth instantly.

"You want this?" He asked.

"Yes."

"I'm not sure you deserve it." He purred, watching the way Minho reacted, as if he was warring with himself internally. "But if you promise to behave from now on..."

"I promise." Minho said so fast that Jisung couldn't help but let out a shocked laugh.

"Ok, well I'm going to hold you to that, Kitten." He smiled, reaching out to place his hands on Minho's thighs, pulling them together tightly before gathering up the saliva in his mouth once more and spitting.

"Thank you, Sir." Minho gasped lightly as saliva splattered over his stomach, cock and upper thighs.

"Good boy." Jisung praised, moving his hands to rub his saliva into Minho's thighs. Most of it had collected on or around Minho's cock, so he swept up as much as he could and used it to slowly start jerking him off.

It was only a handful of jerks before Jisung let go and pushed Minho's thighs wider apart - though he noticed that Minho opened them further than he had actually pushed them - before leaning in and taking that beautiful cock into his mouth in one go and enjoying the shocked gasp above him.