Do that again || MINSUNG

VIII

"Shit, kitten, calm down," Jisung hisses as Minho grinds against him needy, moves quick and so fucking good. Jisung threw his head back as the older pressed kisses down his jaw, occasionally leaving hickeys on the latter's tan skin.  

"What's got you so worked up, baby?" 

"Master," the older gasped out, breaths unsteady, "Master, I need you so bad, please, please Master!"

"You don't have to beg kitten, I'll take good care of you. Want the leash?" 

Minho nodded hastily at the offer, never ceasing his grinding. He knew he was acting like a whore, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted Jisung so much, so bad. 

The familiar click resonated through his bedroom, soon becoming a sound loved by both the boys. Minho loved feeling like Jisung was in control of him, that his Master could push him around however he wanted to. 

"Wanna get fucked, kitty?"

All Minho could do was nod as fast as he could, crying out when Jisung tugged on the leash, his dick pathetically twitching in his underwear. 

When Jisung had entered him after stretching him, he cried. He started sobbing uncontrollably, Jisung shushing his calmly, wiping his tears away until he was stable again. He just wanted, needed Jisung so badly. 

"Please, Master, please, wan' you so much," the older whined, tears still hanging on the corners of his eyes as he scratched his boyfriend's biceps softly with shaking hands. 

"Calm down baby, I'm right here. We've got all day kitten, no need to rush," the younger boy leaned over the taller, pressing soft kisses everywhere he could reach. Minho mewled at the gentle touches. 

"I'm not going anywhere, love," Jisung whispered, making eye contact with his pretty baby. The latter whimpered silently, pressing his face against the smaller's body. 

Before making sure Minho calmed down, the younger started moving again. 

Minho almost ended up cumming the hardest he had ever cummed in his life, maybe just behind that time Jisung fucked him against the counter. His mind was hazy but it felt like heaven. 

It distracted him from the Changbin situation a bit. 

"Kitty, could you raise your bum for Master?" Jisung spoke kindly, wet rag in hand to clean his baby up. 

It was right then and there that Minho realized that that man was indeed the man he was intending to marry. He was so perfect in every fucking way. 

"You're all set baby, wanna go to bed now? Sleepy kitten?"

The older hummed, spreading his arms for cuddles. Jisung complied with a loving smile, falling on top of Minho before trying to get the latter's blankets to cover the both of them. 

Minho had missed this. Jisung on his chest, soft breaths tickling his face.

At school, though, it was a whole different story. Changbin had glared at him all day, silently but constantly reminding Minho that he was still out to get him tonight. 

Of course Jisung had noticed the way his boyfriend kept glancing at his friend, and it was ticking him off. 

kitty <3

stop staring at him.

i'm sorry sir :(
he scares me he keeps looking

"Stop fucking looking at him," Jisung growled lowly, the tension at his table heavy. Chan, Changbin, Eunha, Hyunjin and Felix were all silent, no one was engaged in any verbal conversation. 

"Why? Want me to show the whole school how fucking gay you are?"

The younger boy tensed up at the words, feeling Hyunjin, Eunha and Felix's eyes on him. They were clearly interested in what was going on. 

"Minho won't do shit for you. You're making him uncomfortable."

"Yeah, I've noticed. The tent in his pants does look uncomfortable," the smaller stifled a chuckle when Jisung immediately checked. Shit, he got fooled. Minho was just squirming with his phone in his hands, his food left untouched. He blushed when he noticed his boyfriend looking at him. 

"Fuck you guys," Jisung muttered before standing up, walking over to Minho with big strides. At first, the latter seemed scared, but he relaxed when Jisung picked up the spoon from his plate, offering him small bites of rice. 

After four spoonfuls, though, Minho denied. 

"I can't, I'm full.."

"You're not full Minho. You don't need to lose weight, please look at me, Kitten," the younger pleaded, meeting the older's desperate gaze. Minho was quietly begging Jisung to let the topic go, he's fine.

"Please, Min, just two more spoons, okay? It's just rice, baby," the smaller started petting Minho's soft locks, making the other comply without much thought.

"Stay the fuck away from Minho. I don't know what you're trying to do here, but play your stupid games elsewhere!" 

The older gasped at the sight of his History class seatmate, Kim Seungmin. He stood right in Jisung's face, a challenging look in his eyes. 

"Aw, this is cute, really. Who the fuck asked you to interfere me and my boyfriend's private time?" Jisung dared to smirk at the reaction he got. Seungmin's eyes had widened, immediately turning to Minho for confirmation, who in turn avoided his classmate's eyes. 

"I don't know who you think you're trying to manipulate into a relationship, but-"

"Seungmin, stop it. I asked him. I like him," Minho blushed, hiding his face behind his hands, making Jisung smile lightly at the cuteness. 

"You what?! Lee Minho, please say sike right fucking now."

No response. 

"Don't coming running to me when your little heart gets broken, Casanova."