maybe it's always been you┊ °❀ [ minsung ]

⋆ ★ 06

Jisung hooks his fingers beneath the hem of Minho's hoodie, pulling it over his head and chucking it somewhere across the room, followed by his own top. Once he gets Minho's sweatpants off, he returns to kissing along Minho's skin, dropping lower and sucking along Minho's chest—hard and wet, sure to leave lasting marks.

Minho lets himself get lost in the feeling, brain fuzzy as Jisung praises his body, his skin, his everything. He can't wait to wake up tomorrow and look at his own reflection, look at the pieces of him that Jisung likes the most and the evidence he left.

After a while, Minho moans out softly, "Do something Jisungie, m'so hard."

Jisung breaks away, "Sorry baby, you're just too gorgeous," he apologizes, placing one more kiss on Minho's lips. His stomach flutters at the praise, spinning and tying itself in knots. Fingers curl under his waistband, shucking the material down his thighs and completely off.

Minho squirms under Jisung's eyes, the younger's gaze stuck between Minho's thighs, lips parted. "Fuck, Minho," he groans, leaning down to bite along the inside of Minho's thighs. Minho has to physically restrain himself from closing his legs around Jisung's head, sliding a hand down to forcefully hold his thighs open.

He whines when Jisung breaks away, chest heaving. "Lube?" Jisung asks him, glancing between both nightstands on either side of the bed. Minho motions to the one on the left with his chin. "Top drawer," he clarifies.

Jisung squeezes his thigh in thanks. Minho chews on his bottom lip to hinder the noise that threatens to escape him.

When Jisung returns, he has the bottle of lube in his hands, already open and pouring over his fingers. It closes with a click, discarded somewhere beside Minho on the bed. While it warms up, Jisung leans down to kiss him, licking languidly into his mouth, taking his time riling up Minho until he has to ask for it.

"Jisung-ah," Minho mumbles faintly, "please."

Jisung smiles softly against his lips, spreading Minho's thighs further as a wet finger circles his rim, close but not slipping inside. He moans in anticipation, clawing at Jisung's shoulders. "Don't make me beg again," Minho says, tilting his head back against the pillows.

"I like hearing you beg, though," Jisung pouts, leaning away from Minho and placing himself on his knees. Minho rolls his eyes with a huff, opening his mouth in preparation to give Jisung what he wants.

Suddenly, the finger slides fully inside him, the glide easy with how much lube Jisung had applied. A heady moan rips from Minho's throat, unprepared. "Fuck, Sung-ah," he gasps, trying to throw his head back further.

When Minho pries his eyes open, he finds Jisung looking straight at him, lips parted, debauched. His heavy gaze and the feeling of Jisung slowly fucking his finger in and out of him makes his body shake, shivering with pent-up arousal.

Jisung slides in a second finger, crawling closer so that he can take one of Minho's nipples in his mouth. Minho's hand finds Jisung's hair, tugging softly. "Ngh— Jisung, fuck," he exhales, trying to keep his eyes open.

"Doing so good, baby, so good for me," Jisung bites at his skin, scissoring his fingers. Minho writhes, whining into thick air. Subconsciously, he covers his mouth, biting on the skin between his pointer finger and thumb in an attempt to muffle his noises, embarrassed at how loud he is already.

When Jisung adds a third finger, he pries Minho's hand away, tsking softly and squeezing Minho's thigh, holding his legs wider. "Wanna hear you," he mumbles, voice rough. Minho's dick twitches on his stomach, untouched and leaking precum onto his skin.

Minho swallows thickly, meeting blown eyes, hungry and so far gone. Fire licks up Minho's stomach, roaring deep within him. He tugs Jisung up by his hair, slamming their lips together. Jisung moans into the kiss, shifting higher up Minho's chest while his fingers speed up.