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“I want you,” Jisung whispered, his voice low, almost shy, but there was no mistaking the desire in his eyes. “Right now… like this.”
Minho blinked, heart thudding. “In the kitchen?” he asked, his voice already thick with arousal.
Jisung gave a tiny nod, his cheeks red. “You look so hot in that skirt, hyung. I couldn’t stop staring. I need you.”
Minho chuckled under his breath, stepping between Jisung’s spread thighs. “You’re dangerous, baby,” he murmured, pressing their foreheads together.
His hands found Jisung’s waist, gently pushing the oversized hoodie up to reveal the swell of his stomach and the soft skin beneath. He leaned in, placing a warm kiss just above Jisung’s navel. “You and our little one are so perfect…”
Jisung whimpered softly, brushing his fingers through Minho’s hair. “I feel safe with you. Just… be gentle.”
Minho nodded, standing up again. He reached under the skirt he was wearing, pulling down the waistband to free his cock, already hard and twitching. His eyes fell to Jisung’s parted legs, his hole exposed as the omega shifted on the counter, need shining in his eyes.
“Do you have—?” Minho started to ask.
Jisung didn’t answer with words. Instead, he brought his fingers to his mouth, coating them generously with saliva before reaching down and spreading it over his hole. His legs trembled slightly, but he held Minho’s gaze as he made himself slick.
“This will do,” Jisung whispered breathily.
“Fuck—” Minho groaned, watching him. His hands moved to Jisung’s thighs, holding him open as he lined up his cock. “Tell me if anything hurts.”
Jisung nodded, biting his lip.
Minho pressed in slowly, the head of his cock stretching Jisung’s entrance. The omega let out a soft gasp, his arms looping around Minho’s neck for support. Inch by inch, Minho slid inside, his cock buried deep in the warm, wet heat of Jisung’s body.
“You’re so tight…” he groaned, hips stilling for a moment once he was fully inside.
Jisung’s fingers clenched in Minho’s shirt, his breathing shaky but steady. “You feel so good, hyung… keep going.”
Minho began to move, slow and steady thrusts that made Jisung gasp and whine, the counter beneath him cool but forgotten in the heat of their bodies. The skirt rustled faintly with every movement. Minho’s hands gripped under Jisung’s thighs, holding him steady, careful of his belly with every rock of his hips.
Their moans mingled—soft, breathy, full of emotion.
Minho leaned forward, pressing kisses to Jisung’s lips, jaw, neck, all while maintaining his rhythm. His cock moved in and out of Jisung’s hole with wet, gentle sounds, the pressure building between them.
Minho reached down with one hand to stroke Jisung’s cock, now hard and leaking between them. “Let go for me, baby,” he whispered against his ear. “I’ve got you.”
Jisung cried out softly, his body tensing, then releasing as he came, hot cum spilling across his own stomach. His hole clenched around Minho’s cock, pushing the alpha closer to his own edge.
Minho buried himself deep one final time, letting out a low groan as he came inside Jisung, filling him with warmth. He trembled slightly, holding Jisung close, careful not to lean too hard into him.
They stayed there for a moment, breathless, foreheads touching.
Minho slowly pulled out, cum trickling from Jisung’s stretched entrance. He kissed him deeply, hands cupping his cheeks. “You okay?”
Jisung nodded, dazed but smiling. “Better than okay.”
Minho grinned. “We really just did that… in the kitchen.”
“And it was perfect,” Jisung replied with a breathless giggle, pulling him in for another kiss.
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