Voiceless |Book 1| Complete

21 | His First Time

"Jisung... What-" Minho was stopped mid-sentance as he felt the blondes arms tighten around his waist, feeling the youngers face press against his spine.

"But you-" He whispered.

"Jisung, I..." He mumbled turning to face him. His deep brown orbs stareing up at his. Of course Minho felt something set off in himself that was completely related to Jisung, yet he was scared to carry through those thoughts.

"I want to-" Minhos eyes widened at the youngers request, setting his heart aflame. He could see the fear that was laced behind the youngers eyes.

"Jisung I've known you two months, think about this..." He whispered leaning in feeling the youngers hot breath ghost how own lips. Grasping his waist and pulling him in as close as he could. But then pulled away, fighting the urge to just dominate the younger.

"Kiss me... Then I'll know your answer Hyung..." Jisung mumbled, hesitant before seeing what the older would do. Minho let his fingers caress Jisungs neck craining it just enough to look at his lips.

"You really want to know Jisung?" He questioned before connecting their lips worldlessly, not waiting for a response. Minho felt the warmth, his body temperature was rising, his chest beating two-fold. Minho slid his hand down the blondes back pulling him in by the small of his spine, as Minho pushed him lightly against the edge of the couch, pinning his knee between Jisungs legs, using his arm as a rest against the arm wall. The curvature of his upper back against it, his lower half grinding against the others pelvis.

"Ji... I won't hold back if you keep this up..." He groaned into his ear and he swears he finally let a breath out he didn't know he was holding. Minho let a small chuckle out as he detached to the youngers lips, going to his collarabone seeing that he couldn't suck the blondes neck because of the bangages.

Jisung let a breathy moan out as he ran his hand along the olders waist up the ribs running along Minhos sternum... He brought his face back to meet his connecting their lips like wildfire. Jisung bit the olders lip tenderly, as he opened and let him explore. Giving him a sense of some sort of dominating feeling.

Minho complied just before hoisting the younger having Jisung wrap his legs around his waist and his arms over the olders neck still kissing heavily. Carefully carrying him to the center of the room.

"..." Jisung pointed to the bedroom, sending him a signal that direction, so he followed his answer dropping him slowly onto the bed.

Soonie and Doongie were startled running out of the bedroom which didn't bother the two boys at all. They were in a bliss of emotions that were set aflame.

He detangled Jisungs arms from his neck pinning them above his head. He didn't fight it. Allowing Minho to see the blush that ran across his face.

"Beauitful..." Minho whispered slideing one hand down the younger chest and under his shirt. He felt the youngers abdomen tense from his touch. His ribs still hurt as they were in the midst of healing yet the touch was setting Jisung on fire.

"Don't worry babe, I'm not going to hurt you." He mumbled softly. Kissing his forehead. Once he relaxed again his fingers traced around the youngers chest. Soft whimpers could be heared.

"Like that?"

He nodded reassuring the olders movements were okay to continue. He attempted to buck his hips against his own as he let a low groan out. Minho was trying desperately to hold back.

Minho knew he can be rough, but this was Jisung, a fragile boy like a porciline doll just ready to shatter in seconds.

"Hyu-ng..." Jisungs soft voice echoed through his ears.

This tipped the older off hearing his plea. He pulled Jisungs shirt over exposing the youngers upper half. The 6 pack that could feintly be seen, but wasn't as defined as most packs would be, Minho couldn't wait to see the bruisings fully gone either, that were painting his skin. He kissed his chest, littering it in kisses.

Bringing his lips to Jisungs chest.

This earned a blessing sound, a small enough moan that resonated in his ears.

"Baby, likes that?" He teased.

"Y-..."

"Hush baby, you don't need to use words. Just keep making beautiful sounds like this..." Minho whispered to the younger. The younger only complied.

"Can I keep going sweets?" He watched for any signal telling him no. But there was nothing. Jisungs face was a blushing mess, his hair starting to stick to his forehead. Jisung slipped his hands out of the olders grip pulling at the olders shirt, which then obliged and pulled off to make the younger comfortable.

"You sure you want to keep going Ji-" he was cut off the blondes kiss. This seemed to of been enough consent from the younger. They moved in sync with other, one feeling love that he wished he could feel on the daily, and the other who wanted to protect someone and show them what tender love is.

"Mi-" he clawed at the olders back.

"You did well baby." He whispered pulling away as Jisung fell to his side and rolled to his back. His face a blushing mess as he covered his forehead and stomach. With a smirk, and feeling rather accomplished Minho stood up retrieving towels, and went to the washroom starting an extremely warm bath for the younger.

Walking over to him, Minho saw he was sitting up. He seemed dazed and kinda humming a small tune.

"I started a bath for you, it'll help with the aches and pain later on..." He said before slipping a pair of black sweats on.

"..." Jisung stood up making way to the washroom closing it behind him. Minho let a small sigh out curious as to what he was humming, especially after what they just did...

Minho was still on cloud 9, barely registering himself what just happened between the two. Especially since the two of them have only known each other a mere 2 months and so much as happened. They clearly didn't have a label yet. He knew full well earning jIsungs trust was going to be hard, but he couldn't help but think that he to the innocence on the younger. He slowly came to terms that Jisung knew percisely what he was doing, and was no stranger to it either.

Minho tossed those thoughts aside, cleaning up the bedsheets from their activities tossing them right into the washer to get the bedding cleaned. He then went to make coffee and food for himself and the younger as he was probably feeling tense and hungry. He shouldn't have over done himself, but that may have been partially Minhos fault as well, as he chuckled to himself. If anyone walked into the kitchen they'd think Minho went crazy from the mere thoughts of the younger could get him this way.

A/N- not edited. Will fix again later

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