MinSung Shorts|| MinhoxJisung

~reversed roles~[5]

~Chapter 5~

Minho kept his eyes on the younger, enjoying how he took over his role and did it so well. He'd be lying if he said he didn't like how he was feeling right now. The intense feeling as his body melted into the mattress and lightly trembled as he continued forcing his length against his tightness. It was different than being on top, almost more pleasurable. Maybe it felt better because Han was in the dominating position.

He loved how focused the younger was, not bringing his eyes up once. Biting on his bottom lip as he continued fucking him, meticulously snapping his hips against his ass. Effortless, as if he was always born to be a top. Managing to take his breath away with every connection. He loved to see him this way; he loved watching how he took care of him.

And knowing him, he knew when he was getting ready to finish. The small way he started to shake slightly, he could feel his dick throbbing inside him. He was almost there; he just needed that small push.

"Hannie," he softly called, trying to gain his attention. Come here," he continued when he looked at him, reaching his hand up to his face. He smiled as he moved towards him, pushing his hair out his face. He grabbed his chin as he leaned in to kiss him. Han pulled their still interlocked hand by his head as he leaned in, kissing him back, feeling the security of Minho underneath him as he deepened the kiss.

"You're doing so good, baby," he smiled through the kiss. Even with reverse rolls, he still felt the need to reassure him, to praise him, and tell him how well he was doing.

"I am," he smally replied, hovering his face and looking down from his eyes.

"Yes, you are," he repeated, softly returning his lips quickly to his.

"I'm almost there," Han softly told him as he kissed him back, letting his hand go and moving them gently to his neck.

"I know. Don't hold back. I can take it," he lightly laughed, giving him his full support. Han smiled back at him, taking his lips quickly before moving down to his shoulder. Minho raised his hands to his head, gently brushing his fingers through his hair as he kissed him softly. Han's reached down, firmly palming his waist as he pulled his dick slowly out; he smiled, hearing Minho let out a soft gasp at the sudden release.

He took a deep breath; his body shuddered as he quickly stroked his length before realigning it to his ass, holding his dick as he slowly pushed himself into him. Both moaned as he fought against his still-tightened hole, the shaking intensifying when he bottomed out, almost collapsing into him.

"Mm..you can do it," Minho moaned, whispering in his ear, trying to be as encouraging as possible, which seemed to work as he picked himself up, refocusing himself, still keeping his head by his shoulder, softly kissing the face as he started his thrust. His other hand palmed the bed beside him for support as he slowly pulled himself back and roughly returned his ass, instantly feeling himself throbbing as he filled the tight space.

"H-Hyung," he whined as his forehead rested on his shoulder, feeling his body shake uncontrollably as he tried to maintain his pumps into him.

"Fuck me, Jisung," Minho loudly begged, rubbing his hand over his chest while his other still softly ran through his hair.

"I-I can't," he breathily sobbed, letting both of his hands grip their holds, keeping his hips still moving slowly against him.

"Just a few more, right??" he softly said to him, wrapping his large leg over his ass as he pushed his body down. Han incoherently whimpered as he nodded his head to him, desperately trying to build enough strength to finish. "Fuck, just like that, okay," he lowly groaned, biting his lip as Han started to pick up his pace, giving all that he had left not to let Minho down. His breath was heavy against his shoulder as he forced himself into him. Minho wrapped his arm around his neck and roughly pulled on his hair at the feeling.

"Shit," Han whined as he pushed his hips into his ass, holding himself in place. He roughly bit down on his shoulder as his body shuddered against him. He groaned as he pulled himself up, wrapping his hand around his base as he pulled himself out.

"There you go..good boy," Minho praised, moaning as he watched him stroke his release on his pelvis, covering him with his cream for the second time in the night. Both panting as they desperately tried to catch their breaths. Han stuttered as he finished, taking his shaking hands and wrapped them under the small of his back. Resting his head on his stomach and laying his shaking body on him.

"Aw, baby..It's okay; you did so well," he softly smiled, still trying to support him the best he could, wrapping his arms around his back and pulling him up entirely on the bed. Han instantly buried his face in his neck, softly sniffling by his ear.

"Why are you crying??" he softly asked, hearing his soft sobs, brushing his hand through his hair. "Hannie, baby, talk to me. What's wrong??" he worriedly asked, growing impatient by his lack of response.

"I-I'm okay," he whispered against him, softly placing a kiss on his neck.

"Are you okay to shower or just stay lying here??" he continued to ask him.

"Mm..Show–" he softly started, barely conscious enough to talk.

"Shower," he lightly laughed, completing it for him.

"Mhm," Han softly nodded, his body starting to relax as he lay in his arms.

"You did so well," he proudly repeated, constantly making sure he knew he did a good job. He carefully sat up with the younger, holding him as close as possible and letting his warmth soothe him. Hey, don't fall asleep on me," he softly laughed, pulling his weightless head from his neck.

"Bath it is then," he scoffed as he gently let his head rest back on his shoulder, his body practically limp in his arm. He stood up from the bed, bringing Han with him. His body hanging much like a sleeping child, he ignored his own pain as he tended to him, securely holding onto him as he walked towards his door. ~~