Sweetheart (Minsung)

29. Good Becomes Evil

TW: SMUT (it's all smut)

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The two stand in the middle of the room, lips dancing together in a ballet choreographed just for them. Minho's hand moves to cup his cheek, the other resting at his neck as he turns his head to deepen the kiss.

Jisung steps forward impossibly closer and places his hands on the elder's chest. He runs them down, feeling the other's defined muscles under his fingertips. They disconnect for a second to just stare at each other.

Minho, staring at the younger's round cheeks, doe eyes and red, plump lips. The lips he's been wanting to kiss since that day at the cliff. His eyes glance down to the blank canvas of his neck, immediately wanting to decorate it with his own art.

Jisung stares back at his feline eyes, high cheekbones, red lips he's never stopped thinking about since the night he saw them in the warm glow of a lighter. His eyes notice the other's gaze at his neck, and he smirks to himself before standing on his tiptoes to reach his ear.

"My necks looking a little blank, could you fix that for me?" He whispers seductively in his ear before moving back down. Minho smirks and leans in to kiss him again, quickly moving to his jaw and down to his neck as he slides his hands to his waist.

He starts to suck, gently biting the skin between his teeth then licking over it to sooth it. The elder repeats this all the way down to his collarbone where he gets to a spot that makes Jisung gasp. Minho smiles against his skin and starts to suck again, relishing in the moan that accidently leaves the younger's lips.

When he's satisfied, he moves back to admire his work. He moves a hand up to gently caress down his neck before turning his gaze to Jisung's stare. He leans in close to his lips, as if to kiss him but stopping and shifting back slightly to look into his eyes.

"Better?" He asks with a smirk. The younger nods and tries to kiss him but the elder pulls his head back a bit.

"I'd hope so, that was quite the sound you made." He teases, making Jisung blush. He decides to match his teasing and runs the hands that had been resting on his chest up as he bit his lip and tilted his head. The boy's arms wrapped around the elder's neck and leaned into the other, who had frozen with widened eyes.

"A sound I made just for you." He whispered before connecting their lips again in a harsher and hungrier kiss. Minho quickly regains his composure and moves his hands to the others waist, quickly becoming more turned on.

Jisung tangled a hand in his hair, slightly tugging it and triggering a low groan to escape the other's throat, only to be swallowed in their kiss. The sound travelled down his chest and straight to his growing boner.

Minho slowly and carefully started to step forward, taking the younger with him towards the wall. His back hit the wall suddenly, making him gasp and giving an opportunity to the elder. He slides his tongue in, exploring the new space. Jisung tries to dominate his own mouth with his tongue, but son gives in, settling for teasing him instead.

The younger brings his free hand around to his back, lifting it up as high as possible and pausing for a moment. He soon uses his ring finger to trace down his spine, stopping at his lower back. He can feel the other shiver slightly at the action. In a moment he flattens his hand and tugs him closer harshly, causing him to gasp at the sudden action.

Jisung snatches the moment, pushing his tongue into the other's mouth. Minho doesn't even fight, but soon pulls back to breath. Both are panting, entangled in each other's arms when the elder gets an idea. He smirks and takes the hand behind his back to place it on his shoulder. 

The younger looks at him confused, eyes widening when he's suddenly lifted from the ground, back still pressed to the wall. He wraps his legs around Minho's waist and pulling him closer, his face turning red when he can feel the other's crotch.