Do that again || MINSUNG

XVIII

"You wouldn't."

"You sure about that, kitten?" Jisung's hand traveled up Minho's thigh, but keeping his eyes on the road. The older had brought up the time when Jisung had said that he wouldn't hesitate to fuck him in his car, so the younger saw riling his boyfriend up with a smirk on his face as the only fitting response. 

"Pretty sure.." 

The shorter's hand ran over Minho's tummy, fingers dipping under the shirt to make the touch more intimate. The taller sighed, enjoying the sensation with closed eyes.

"You're a brat, you know that right?" 

"Mhm, but you love me," the older mumbled back with a soft smile, eyes slightly lidded. 

"Unfortunately true."

"Hey! Meanie!" Minho had pouted at the words, which lead to Jisung kissing him slowly under the red glow of a traffic light. The older kissed back greedily, satisfied with the hand coming up to hold his jaw. The two of them got lost in each other, making out quite calmly before a car had honked harshly, yanking the boys out of their euphoria. 

"I suppose we're going to finish this at home?"

"Don't get your hopes up," Jisung had giggled back, disregarding his ears flush with embarrassment. 

Turns out Minho hadn't needed hope at all. 

"Spread your legs for me, baby."

The taller complied with a happy hum as his boyfriend reattached their lips, tongue already making its way into Minho's mouth without hesitation. 

Minho groaned softly into their kiss, wanting to rub his thighs together although Jisung's big hands were forcibly holding them open. 

"Don't think I didn't feel that. You want to misbehave, kitten?"

"No! No, kitty doesn't want to misbehave! Kitty's sorry, he's sorry," the older had panted, lips slick with spit from the kiss, whining in the back of his throat when his boyfriend gripped his thighs tighter. 

"Good boy," Jisung had whispered, caressing the other male's hair gently before pressing a quick kiss to the latter's forehead, quietly but audibly asking him to take his clothes off.

Minho had obeyed at once, not daring to wait a second longer. He was desperate, he wanted Jisung. Not just as his Master, he wanted it to be just them. Just Minho and Jisung. 

The shorter had watched his boyfriend intently, licking his lips unconsciously at the sight of Minho's thighs. He always had the desire to full on worship the older's thighs, but this time the attraction to the body part felt unstoppable. He just couldn't resist leaning down to kiss the flesh, suck on it and bruise it, lick the thighs, touch them, bury his face in them. God, Minho was heaven on earth, sex on legs. 

"Fuck, you're so hot.." 

"Sungie," Minho panted out, lidded eyes meeting Jisung's, which turned the latter on even more. 

"Sungie, please, please don't stop." 

"Feels so good?" 

"Mhm, very good, please," the taller mumbled in response, squirming a bit before letting his thighs relax in Jisung's hold, the younger attentively watching the meaty body part expand in size as he put his hand against the backside. 

"Shit, fuck, Min. Can I fuck your thighs?" 

The older flushed at the words. He had nodded silently, but curious as to what Jisung's next move will be.