i'll think of you, baby ┊ °❀ [ minsung ]

‎♡‧₊˚05

He asked Jisung to watch, Jisung said no, but Jisung still wants to fuck him.

What the hell is Minho supposed to do about that?

Instead of thinking over his thoughts like a normal person, Minho decided to just turn on his stream. He had planned to do it later, but he really needed something to distract him right now.

It began as normal, Minho had changed into a dark blue pair of lace panties and a chain harness that connected around his neck by a leather strap, metal hanging loosely over his bare chest.

He knelt on his bed, talking to his chat about what color lingerie fit him the best. Minho didn't plan much for today, not that he gave himself much preparation time, and instead, asked his viewers what they think he should do.

After not many good answers, he ended up taking out one of his dildos, the semi-realistic one that was only the tiniest bit larger than his others. Once it was lubed up, Minho jerked it off, whispering praises and filth into the camera, eyeing it up with as much lust as he could muster.

He barely even noticed, when out of the corner of his eye, his door swung open. Minho's eyes widened, watching as Jisung slipped into his room, staring blankly at Minho from the doorframe.

They locked eyes in a silent conversation, and as Jisung shut the door behind him, Minho opened his mouth to speak, words of confusion lingering on his lips. But before he could, Jisung brought a finger to his mouth in a shushing motion.

Minho swallowed as Jisung's gaze shifted to the camera, and then back up at him. He blinked back in understanding, drawing his eyes back to the lens, and continuing to stroke the dildo.

It was hard to focus as Jisung sat himself down in Minho's desk chair, spinning it around so he could face the bed, eyes trained solely on Minho, expressionless, though strained, as if he was trying to refrain himself from something.

So Minho did what he did best, flicking his eyes to meet Jisung's as he dragged his mouth over the dildo, lips wrapped prettily around the silicone tip, eyelashes fluttering up at Jisung.

He sank down, tasting the orange-flavored lube as it dragged against the inside of his mouth. As he did, Minho watched as Jisung's eyes flickered down for a moment, sucking in an audible breath.

Minho felt powerful, as if he was an animal inside an exhibit, caged yet fascinating, entranced by Jisung's gaze. Jisung said he couldn't watch, but he's here. The notion that Minho was irresistible to Jisung itched in his mind, his self-confidence skyrocketing.

Jisung leaned back in the chair with a small creak, legs spreading wider naturally, and Minho couldn't help but notice the growing bulge underneath his sweatpants.

Grinning, Minho bobbed his head on the dildo, eyes never leaving Jisung, hand planted firmly on the bed, fingers curled around the bunched-up sheets while the other wrapped around the base of the toy. Minho could tell that he was affecting Jisung, by the way his knuckles turned white from where one of his hands gripped the armrest.

Jisung's other hand rested against his face, head tipping into his fist, eyes hooded with arousal. Minho sucked in his cheeks, barely stifling a muffled moan as the dildo pressed against the back of his throat.

When a donation asked him to keep going further, Minho knew he couldn't say no, popping off the dildo and moving it to the side. "I've got something to show you," Minho hummed, bringing himself to sit on his feet, legs folded underneath him.

"I just–" Minho began, swiveling himself around so that his ass faced the camera, turning his head over his shoulder, "I just needed to feel full," Minho muttered sheepishly, though a teasing grin slipped onto his lips.