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Story 21 (pt.3 - smut)

Minho stopped the process by pulling away from the kiss. He opened his eyes, looking intently into Han's ones.

-Jisung, please take a moment to reflect upon the situation, and tell me, do you really want us to go further?

The younger closed his eyes, rubbing his head against the man's neck in a cat-like manner, as he slowly pulled in the air mixed with cologne. His hands crawled up the shoulders like snakes.

-Yes, - he breaths out, - this is exactly what I need.
-You sure? There's no going back, if you give me your consent right now.
-Yes. Please.., - he almost whined, - But..
-What is it?, - the raspy voice asked, his hand running down Han's spine.
-Tell me your name.
-Lee Minho.
-Great... Now, please, stop driving me crazy with this foreplay.
-I thought you were the one with the hypnotising charm here, - he chuckles.

Despite all the teasing, Minho finally gives into the temptation, as he cups the boy's cheek, pulling him closer and connecting their lips. The hand gradually traveled down to the neck, closing in a gentle chokehold. Jisung clutched the shirt in his fist, head starting to spin from such a mix of sensations.

In a minute they parted, Han stood up his legs woozy, he made his way to a panel of some kind, typing something in and pressing the button. He then returned to the middle of the room, his fingers stripping the clothing off. The dense humid air brushed softly against his skin, a tingling blush forming on his face and all over his body. He felt naked in all ways possible, though the admiration in the older's eyes made his confidence wake up. Minho took his time examining the elegant frame of Jisung, his lean fit body, his glowy skin, the beautifully placed moles, the way he stared back at him, nothing but the shadows covering him.
It was all for him. And he felt the desire pulling him deeper and deeper.

The older stands up, making his way to the other with slow steps.

"You're incredibly beautiful" - a few kisses are pressed to the younger's collarbone.

"Simply breathtaking" - another bundle of kisses is left on his shoulders.

"A living masterpiece" - the lips make their way to his chest.

"Alluring me with your looks" - he says, kissing the abdomen.

"You don't even feel real, it's tantalising..." - the last thing he mumbled before pulling the smaller into a hungry make out.

Minho picks him up, carrying the one to the couch, he sets Han down, ending up crouched down, one of his knees on the floor. He finally discards his shirt, revealing his muscular torso. Jisung slightly chokes on his breaths at the sight, it took all his strength not to reach out and touch all of those muscles.
The older brushed his hair back, looking up at the boy.

-In the locker..., - Han murmured.

You needn't repeat twice, he stood up and walked to the place, fishing out a tube of lubricant and a condom. He returns to his spot, running his fingertips along Jisung's knee.

-Any preferences?, - the deep voice calls him out of a trance.
-Make this unforgettable.
-You know I can always deliver a second round, in case you don't remember the first one, - he smirks, - Alright, I'll go with my personal preference then.

Minho straightens himself, unbuckling his belt skilfully quick. Before Han knew it, the leather coated his wrists, restraining them from moving. The man got down to his knees and carefully, with almost no contact, spreads the thin legs apart. His fingers caress the soft skin, as he pecks the inner thighs several times.
Jisung bites his lip, keeping a moan in, while his whole body twitches. The older was more than happy with the reaction. Another jolt of the smaller's body, this time the kiss was left unexpectedly low, followed by a few licks. The man spreads the legs a little more far apart, diving back between them a second later. Han arched his back, his mouth falling agape in a silent cry.

Minho then reached for the tube, squeezing a drop of the liquid onto his fingers, coating them in it.

-Relax as much as you can, please. No panicking, Hannie, - he instructed, receiving a nod as an answer.

He slowly thrusts one finger in, stopping to give some time to the younger. Feeling how the muscles aren't tensed anymore, he starts to move, placing a soft kiss on his thigh as a distraction from the slight discomfort. Gradually, another finger made its way inside, giving the opportunity to begin scissoring motions.
Jisung quickly adjusted to the feeling, the pain being replaced by pleasure. The fingers moved roughly, the strength making it feel 10 times better, Han could only part his lips, a moan after moan flying out of him. Minho was quick to find the sweet spot, hitting it every now and then to mess around with the boy. A painfully tight knot was tying down in the pit of his stomach, signalling that he'll soon reach his high.

Yet at the exact moment of his climax, the older stops, making the one just squirm and whine in pain of being denied.

-Why'd..., - he exhales, - Why'd you do that, Min...?, - he tried moving on his own, but it didn't feel half as good as before.
-So you'd feel more pleasure after.
-But I need it now...
-You'll get your portion, Jisung-ah, no need to worry.

The older gets up from his knees, hovering over the boy after, one of his hands resting on the sofa headboard, the other one grabbing Han by the neck, as he pulls him into a kiss.
He untied his arms, discarding the belt, before picking him up. Minho spun around, sitting down on the couch, Jisung in his arms.

-Such beauty in my hands, - a kiss was left on the pale chest, - a blessing.

The younger shifted on the lap, his fingers travelling down to the zipper, in one short gesture he showed that he was ready for the next step.
He moved to the man's side, waiting for the other to undress. In a swift motion the dress pants were removed, Minho being sat back down.
Jisung hopped on top, his desire already peaking. He slid his fingertips up the older's chest, leaving a trail of kisses on his collarbones. Minho's hand caressed his back and hips, then guiding his member inside. Han hissed at the slight pain, sinking his teeth into the soft skin. He gradually bottomed out, taking his time to rest. The older did his best consoling the boy, his touch being soft and gentle.

When he finally got a nod of reassurance from his partner, he slowly rocked Han's hips, helping him find the right rhythm. They connected their lips in a soft kiss, heat bottling up inside them. With every move the pace was increasing, the sound of heavy breathing echoing through the air.
Jisung wrapped his arms around the older, nails digging in, as the other thrusted with more force.

Soon the younger's legs began giving out, not having enough muscle strength. The man noticed it, deciding that it's time to change the position. He stood up, taking a few wobbly steps, before pushing the boy to the wall. Han tilted his head back, feeling how this pose let the older hit all the right spots, making his lips twitch in cries of pleasure.

Drops of sweat rolled down their bodies, while they were busy chasing their highs. They had travelled back to the sofa, slumping down on it, as their lips crashed onto each other, pulling and biting, gasping for air every now and then. Minho was moving roughly, not caring about being gentle anymore.

-I'm so close, Min..., - he whispered.
-I know, baby.

The older made the last few pushes in, before Jisung melted in a deep sigh, his hands clutching the shoulders tightly. His body felt partly paralysed, little electric shocks waking it up sharply. It didn't take long for Minho to finish too. They reached for each other's lips, feeling warmth spread in their lower pelvis.

It had been a while, before the man could finally stand up, making his way to a table. He grabbed a few tissues and a bottle of water, heading back. He helped the younger fix himself, doing his own cleaning after.

The two were just standing in the middle of the room, staring into each other's eyes. Minho slid his hands inside the pockets, a smile appearing on his face. He leaned down to the boy's ear, whispering:

-Have a nice evening, Jisung-ah. I'll take you home at the end of your shift. Be ready for our date tomorrow.

Not waiting for an answer, he placed a soft peck on Jisung's cheek and left the room.

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A/n: had to rewrite this whole thing, just because I felt like it was "too poorly written"....
I'm not too proud of it still, but I really hope I met your expectations at least a little🥹