Do that again || MINSUNG

VI

At last, they went on a date. 

Jisung was terrified although they decided to start with something slow, where not many people would pay attention to them. The cinemas. 

People would just pay attention to the movies, not them. They sat in the far back so that nobody could look down at them. 

Jisung was shaking ever so slightly, causing Minho to grab his hands and let him follow his own breathing instructions. 

"It'll be fine, Sung. Nobody's looking," he whispered, softly stroking his dom's hands with his thumbs. 

The part where people kept coming in was the scariest for the younger, but the cinema didn't end up being full. There weren't many people in there, about 30. 

They watched Love, Simon, a movie the both of them had wanted to see for a while. 

Minho tried to focus on the movie, but Jisung's hand felt very prominent on his thigh, slowly creeping up his jeans, rubbing and squeezing his skin as he pleased. 

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he spread his legs, giving Jisung better access to his inner thigh. Immediately, the younger's hand dove into his thigh gap, this thumb running along the fat on his thighs, pushing it in ever so slightly. Minho watched the shorter's thumb disappear into his flesh, quietly moaning at the sight, which drew Jisung's attention. He hadn't quite done it on purpose; he was just nervous, hence the squeezing. 

"Oh? Kitten got turned on even though he should be focusing on the movie?" 

Shit, Minho threw his head back. He didn't know public sex -or public teasing for this matter- would turn him on so much. 

"Please touch me, Sir," he whispered, voice low, trying to stay quiet the best he can. He didn't want to draw unwanted attention. 

"You think bad kittens deserve to be touched?" 

Minho's eyes flew open at the words. They never did rules or punishments. Jisung always gave him what he wanted. He had panic expressed in his eyes as the two of them made eye contact, the older trying to decipher if his boyfriend was serious or not.

"Just kidding, sweetheart. I wouldn't leave you like this," the younger smiled softly, making Minho sigh in relief, breath hitching once Jisung started to move his hand over his thighs again, this time ghosting over his crotch once in a while. It made him want to whine, but he couldn't.

He looked at the nearest group of people who were watching the movie attentively. Surely, they wouldn't hear if he moaned a bit? God, but if they heard, Jisung would never go out with him again. 

Minho watched with big eyes as the younger unbuttoned his pants, pulling down the zipper of his jeans awfully slow, trying to do it as quiet as possible. Jisung grabbed the older through his boxers, admiring how hard he was already. It was cute, his small dick was so cute. 

"You going to come in your boxers for me?"

At the time, it sounded like a wonderful promise. He wouldn't have agreed if he knew how gross and uncomfortable sticky boxers felt. Needless to say, Jisung had rubbed him through his boxers until he came, biting on the fingers that were buried in his mouth as he came, his hips stuttering through his orgasm. 

"'m so tired 'n pants feel bad," Minho mumbled after Jisung had zipped his pants back shut, leaning his head on the younger's shoulder. 

"Take a nap baby, I know it feels bad, I'm sorry," his boyfriend had told him, so he tried to make himself comfortable against Jisung and tried to ignore the disgusting feeling in his pants. 

He did end up falling asleep, drool hanging at the corner of his lip. The younger had his hand buried in Minho's hair, caressing his head ever so slightly. 

"You have a really cute boyfriend," a girl had told him once the movie ended, a smile making its way on Jisung's face. He quickly woke up Minho, feeling excited once the girl walked away.

"What?" 

"Someone called us cute!" Jisung was enthusiastic, happy. He realized that he felt good if people thought positively about him and Minho.

"I thought you didn't want people to notice us," the older grumbled sleepily, a bit annoyed that the younger had woken him up when he was having a good ass sleep. 

"Yeah, but she said we were cute!" 

"You're so gay, how are you not out yet," Minho groaned as they stood up, Jisung playfully smacking the back of his head while scoffing. 

"Excuse you, I am in fact bisexual, not gay," Jisung grumbled, voice quiet. He wouldn't like someone overhearing him confessing his not-so-straight sexuality. 

"Whatever you say, gay ass," Minho whispered back with a smile as they exited the cinemas, walking to the bus stop to get back home. Jisung often stayed over because of his situation at home. It wasn't all that bad, it was only that his mother made him feel useless a lot. He just would rather be with Minho than at home, which was understandable. 

The two of them sat down at the bus stop, waiting for the bus back home. 

"I really loved spending time with you like this, Sungie," the older said, intertwining their hands loosely. He didn't want this feeling to ever go away, he wanted this moment to last forever. He felt in love. 

"I enjoyed it too, although I didn't think it'd lead to me making you come in a few seconds." 

"Oh, so you're making fun of me now? Well the joke's on you, I saw you getting hard. You just wanted me to suffer in my stupidly sticky boxers, you dumb sadist of a boyfriend," Minho playfully turned his head, pretending to be disgusted as Jisung's loud laugh filled his eardrums. Surely, there was no better sound than this?

"I'm not a sadist, how dare you accuse me of such a thing!"