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“Fuck them,” Jisung seethes, pacing back and forth across their (new) living room rug while Minho sits calmly on their (also new) sofa, Soonie curled up and purring in his lap while he scratches behind her ears. “Literally fuck them! I’m so tired of this. I don’t care if they give me shit about the tattoos or whatever, fine, but this?” Jisung throws his hands up dramatically and Minho cracks a smile. It’s cute. An angry little quokka, stomping around, and pouting on his behalf. It honestly soothes the slight sting of the original transgression in the first place, seeing Jisung so worked up.
Minho’s boyfriend, his adorable, soft hearted, dorky, silly Jisung, is not really quick to anger. When people are angry, Jisung gets anxious, and he worries about inflicting that same anxiety on his friends when it comes to his own anger. But when it’s just the two of them, they express themselves honestly. There’s never a need to filter their words or hide their emotions. So, on this rare occasion, Jisung is fucking pissed.
“It’s not a big deal, jagi,” Minho says, stroking his hand down Soonie’s back and up the length of his tail. “They always say stuff like that after the holidays.”
“But they didn’t say it to anyone but you this time.”
“That’s just because they’ve given up on Changbin ever listening,” Minho says then catches himself. “Not that he should.” They all know what a hard fought battle it was for Changbin to gain authority over his own body of all things and he’d never want to imply, even by accident, that he doesn’t love and support him for it. Besides, staff doesn’t know what they’re talking about when it comes to looks anyways. Changbin is sexy as hell and Minho isn’t complaining about the way Jisung has been bulking up with him recently too. He’s personally never been too much on the receiving end of the body policing himself, or at least he hasn’t had it as bad as some other members. Maybe that’s why it caught him a little off guard this time…
Of course, he knows he gained a negligible amount of weight over the holidays. It hadn’t bothered him. Jisung always says he likes him ‘with a little juice’ and Minho has noticed that when he’s a teensy bit higher on the scale, Jisung often seems a little more fixated on his ass and thighs. He’d eaten well and taken a break from dance and boxing for the holidays, spending time with his family, with Jisung’s, cooking and baking a lot more than usual since they had the time. When he noticed he’d gained a little weight, he’d simply shrugged. He didn’t look much different. He felt fine. Jisung certainly didn’t mind.
Then, they came back to work this morning. The staff had greeted them kindly enough, welcomed them back, and given them their upcoming schedules. They made some backhanded remarks about how healthy everyone was looking, but Minho was singled out.
“Minho-ssi, it’s normal to gain weight over the holidays, but we’ll need to make sure it’s off in time for the fan meet. Please follow your diet plan strictly for the next two weeks.”
Minho had smiled in the moment and promised to do so, laughed a little about how he was growing to resemble his well fed cats, but it had really stung. He’d never been singled out before. His face burned and he even had to blink hard a few times — was his difference in appearance really that noticeable? That dramatic? It had only been a couple of weeks of rest and he’d been so happy during them too. The weight will fall off when they tour again anyways, so why did they feel the need to embarrass him and punish him with a strict diet? He knew Jisung was fuming next to him, but the rest of the day was too busy for them to stop and talk.
By the time they got home to their shared apartment, Soonie waiting there to greet them, Minho had mostly let it go. He didn’t have it as bad as many other idols or even many of his own members. This was part of the industry, part of the life he’d chosen. It wasn’t the end of the world.
Jisung felt otherwise.
“Binnie hyung had to fight with them for ages before they stopped,” Jisung huffs, stopping and crossing his arms over his chest, frowning down at the carpet. “You shouldn’t follow the diet. Just stay like you are, what’s it to them?”
“It’s okay, Sungie, really.” Minho scoops Soonie up and places him on his chest, giving the beloved tabby cat a few kisses on his small head. “You did it for your photoshoot last month. It’s just a few weeks.”
“Well, yeah, but…” Jisung deflates a little, shoulders sagging. “It was miserable and you told me the whole time I shouldn’t have had to do it. Can’t I at least say the same for you?” He flops down on the couch next to Minho and sulks. “I just think you look perfect.”
Minho’s heart warms and he makes the difficult decision to gently ease the cat off of him, cooing a whispered apology when he sets Soonie on the cushion next to him and turns his attention to his pouting boyfriend. “Come here.”
Jisung sticks out his lower lip and scoots over to tuck himself under Minho’s arm, snuggling into his side and sliding a hand up his t-shirt to rub his belly in slow soothing circles. “I’m sorry they were so mean to you today. I should have said something.”
“It’s not your job, Sungie.”
“It’s just not right.” He scratches affectionately at the faint stubble of Minho’s happy trail and tucks his face into Minho’s neck. “You’re perfect.”
Minho laughs when Jisung kisses the side of his neck, tilting his head back to give him more access. He’s always so ticklish when Jisung touches his neck and his ears, but once he lets himself relax into the touch, it’s one of his favorite sensations. Jisung kisses a warm line up his jugular, to his ear where he nips at the lobe and Minho has to bite his lip to keep from gasping. Shit, his dick is starting to stiffen in his jeans. “Thought you were mad,” he breathes, eyes slipping shut as Jisung starts to lave hot kisses over his ear, sending tingles running down Minho’s spine.
Soonie gets the message things are heating up and promptly jumps off the sofa to go find a more peaceful place to curl up just as Jisung slides his hand down into Minho’s pants.
“I thought you were angry,” Minho teases, suppressing a sigh as Jisung’s palm slides over the bulge of his cock, touching him through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs.
“I am,” Jisung says, running his thumb over the outline of Minho’s shaft, feeling him grow harder under his touch. “But not at you.”
Minho turns his head and catches Jisung’s lips in a kiss, humming low against him and curling his arm tighter around his shoulders as they press their lips together again and again in slow, lazy indulgence. Jisung tastes like the fruity tea he was drinking on the way back to their apartment. He makes soft breathy sounds between kisses that make Minho want to smile against him, his hand still gently rubbing over his dick in the confines of his joggers. He’s fully hard by now, spurred on by Jisung’s tongue in his mouth and the little whine he makes when Minho nibbles on his lower lip. “You’re cute when you’re mad,” he whispers between kisses, sliding his hand down from Jisung’s shoulder to give his bicep a subtle squeeze.
God, Jisung’s gotten strong lately. Just like Jisung says he loves Minho just as much when he’s eating well and soft around the edges as he does when he’s cut and lean, Minho feels the same. He loves his scrawny Jisungie with his tiny waist and lithe figure. He loves his buff gym rat Jisung with strong arms and abs. He loves him in any form, in any size, and he feels a similar protective anger when staff tries to make Jisung diet too severely. Right now, Jisung is bigger, stronger than he’s been in the past. He’s become a little less delicate, likes to take charge and manhandle Minho a little more. Minho’s not complaining. He loves to see his baby confident and he much prefers Jisung putting on weight by gaining muscle than depriving himself to simply be skinny. Jisung flexes his arm to let him get a better feel of the muscle, but Minho giggles and pulls back.
“Are you flexing for me?” He goads, giving Jisung’s bicep a validating squeeze as he wiggles his eyebrows at him. Damn, he’s grown.
“Duh.” Jisung rolls his eyes. “You love it.”
“Just a little.”
Jisung laughs too and slips his hand out from Minho’s pants, getting up on his knees and swinging one leg over to sit himself right in Minho’s lap. He puts his hands on Minho’s shoulders and presses their foreheads together as he drops his hips, letting Minho feel that Jisung’s just as hard as he is, his bulge prominent in the tight jeans he hasn’t changed out of yet. Minho snakes his arms right around his waist, grabbing his ass with both hands through the denim.
“Handsy.” Jisung chuckles. “Can I tell you what I want to do?”
“Mhm,” Minho hums in confirmation. Once Jisung has him like this, Minho is liable to say yes to just about anything. Well, actually, he usually says yes to Jisung in just about any scenario, but when his curly haired boyfriend is sitting in his lap, hard and needy, his brown eyes dark and full of want, Minho is happy to acquiesce to anything his heart desires.
Jisung rolls his hips against him and sighs, his eyes half lidded and a playful smile on his lips. “I want to top you,” he says, bringing his hands up to cup Minho’s face. “And I want to enjoy how fucking hot you look right now.” He kisses him, making Minho’s eyes flutter shut and his hips shift to grind against Jisung. As soon as he leans in for more, Jisung pulls back. “And then I want to order your favorite for dinner.”
Minho’s shoulders slump, pouting. “But I can’t-“
“If you want to follow the diet, you can start tomorrow,” Jisung says, kissing the middle of his forehead, thumbs still caressing Minho’s cheeks. “But give me one more night of my handsome hyungie eating well and not worrying about those things, yeah? For me?”
“Sungie,” Minho chuckles. He’s just being cheesy, trying to make sure Minho’s ego isn’t too bruised from the staff’s comments. Jisung doesn’t usually top, but Minho certainly has no objections. He likes when Jisung is feeling confident and wants to lead the way, likes how eager and excited Jisung gets when he’s fucking him. But surely Jisung can’t truly enjoy seeing him eat so much that it’s one of his conditions.
“I’m serious.” Jisung gives him a poke in the middle of his chest. “You can say no if you don’t want to, but I just really want to make you feel nice and I want you to have at least one really good meal before you start watching your food again.”
What the fuck, Minho thinks he might cry a little. Jisung is so sweet. He really seems genuine too. “That’s what you want?”
“Mhm.” Jisung rocks against him again, sighing. “That’s what I want, hyung.”
“Sungieee,” Minho whines, blushing to the tips of his ears. He’s awful at accepting praise. It’s not that he doesn’t like it, he just turns bright red and doesn’t know how to respond.
“Handsome baby,” Jisung coos, tugging up the front of Minho’s shirt and splaying his fingers out over his belly. “You look so fucking good,” he says under his breath, pressing his hand down, groping the soft flesh and feeling the hard muscle underneath. “Take this off.”
Minho raises his arms and lets Jisung pull his shirt off, tossing it aside just to put both hands on his pecs and squeeze. “Are you a tits man now?” He teases, biting his lip when Jisung’s thumbs start circling his nipples.
“I don’t have a favorite part, I like all of them too much.” Jisung gropes at his chest and hums in appreciation, watching as his nipples pebble under his touch, his eyes greedy.
Minho hates to admit how sensitive his chest is, but he loves it. He arches his back up into the touch, grabbing Jisung’s hips to pull them down against his own. When Jisung ducks his head down and starts mouthing at his neck, he moans before he can stifle it.
“You like that,” Jisung chuckles, then tongues at his ear and Minho feels his dick drooling in his underwear.
“Bedroom,” Minho pants, pressing up against him. “Bedroom, baby.”
“Yeah?”
“Wait, fuck,” Minho huffs. They just spent hours dancing. He’s kind of sweaty and if he knows Jisung, if he’s topping tonight, then his mouth is going to take a trip down south probably more than once. “Can I freshen up a little?”
“Ha.” Jisung snorts. “Burden of bottoming. My stuff’s under the sink, use whatever you want.”
“I know where your douche is, we share the bathroom.”
“I’m being hospitable!” Jisung rolls off him, so Minho can get up and wiggles out of his shirt. “Should I kick Soonie out of the bedroom?”
“Ugh, we’re bothering him so much tonight.”
“We’ll bring him in for cuddles after.” Jisung hops up and offers him a hand, which Minho takes, groaning and making Jisung heave up his dead weight before he rises to his feet. “Come on, cutie,” he sing songs, tugging Minho in direction of the bedroom. Their apartment has two, but they’ve made the bigger one their own, using the spare for extra closet space and storage, cat trees for Soonie to climb and scratch on.
Jisung pulls him into the room and shuts the door, curling a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down into a deep kiss that steals the breath right out of Minho’s lungs before letting him go just as quick. “Go clean up for me.” He winks and Minho snorts at him, stealing one more kiss before he hurries to the adjoined bathroom.
He strips down, kicking his clothes haphazardly towards the hamper by the linen closet. Damn, maybe he does need to show a little more appreciation for all the prep Jisung has to do for them to fuck all the time. He makes quick work of it, but tries to be fast, making sure he’s clean and dry in every nook Jisung might be putting his tongue, which is all of them. He spreads a little lube around his hole, dips in the tip of one finger to make sure he’s clean and relaxed, then washes his hands.
When he catches sight of himself in the mirror above their counter top, he stops, taking a few steps back, so he can see himself from the hips up. He hadn’t thought much of his appearance lately until the diet conversation today. He didn’t feel like he gained a lot or changed significantly in the last few weeks other than he felt well rested. Looking in the mirror, he still likes what he sees. He might not want to take his shirt off for the world to see, his thumb tracing the light scar on the side of his abdomen, but he looks good enough, doesn’t he? He’s strong even if he doesn’t look like Chan, Changbin, and honestly Jisung lately. He’s flexible and he’s healthy. Is it really such a big deal when he’s a little softer around the edges?
Feeling suddenly uncertain, he looks away and opens the bathroom door. Maybe he can try to see himself through Jisung’s eyes for a night.
Jisung is waiting for him. He’s spread out the ‘sex blanket’ over the bed, the one they can easily toss in the wash after screwing each other’s brains out, and stripped down. The lube is placed dutifully on the nightstand and Jisung is naked, sitting up against the headboard with one knee pulled to his chest. Minho can see his tattoos, the one on his pec and the one that runs all the way down the side of his body. For a moment he feels self conscious, looking at how muscled and toned Jisung has become, but then Jisung looks at him like his naked body is the moon itself. “Fuck, look at you,” he says, sliding his hand down to palm over his cock as he lets his gaze travel down Minho’s body. “Can you turn around for me?”
“Really?” Minho giggles and crosses his arms shyly over his chest and turning around to let Jisung ogle his ass. He is a dancer after all. Of all the things he might be worried about, his ass isn’t one of them. He pops his hip a little to make Jisung snicker then turns back around to approach the bed. “Sure you can handle all this?” He teases as he crawls onto the mattress, moving on all fours until he’s over Jisung. “I’m kind of a needy bottom you know.”
“Oh, I know,” Jisung laughs, lifting his hand to cup Minho’s face and nuzzle their noses together. “Gonna let me rock your world?”
“Mm,” Minho hums and turns his head to steal a kiss, gently sucking on Jisung’s lower lip. “If you’re up to the task.”
“I think we’re in the wrong position here.”
“Force of habit.”
Jisung snorts, gives him a peck on the lips, then locks his legs around Minho’s hips and rolls them over. Minho makes a soft oof sound when his back hits the mattress, but Jisung is a vision suddenly sitting in his lap, looming over him with that cocky look on his face.
“You look good under me.” Jisung smirks and takes two handfuls of Minho’s tits, squeezing both his pecs and circling his nipples with the pads of his thumb.
Minho lets out a breath, arches into the touch. He’s sensitive there and Jisung knows it. His cock is already stiff just having Jisung naked and on top of him, warmed up from their foreplay on the couch, and excited by Jisung’s smug attitude. His boyfriend is shy more often than not, sometimes anxious and insecure, but sometimes the confidence he channels for his little rapper persona seeps through. Jisung knows he can make Minho feel good. He knows he looks hot as shit too and that Minho likes it when he takes charge, so he’s about as suave as he gets right about now.
Jisung dips his head then and Minho gasps when he feels his tongue in his ear. It’s his kryptonite and Jisung is merciless in abusing it. He doesn’t just nip at the lobe or kiss all over the shell of it, he tongues Minho’s ear without any hesitation.
Minho throws his head back, one arm slinging around Jisung’s neck, a hand cupping the base of his skull just to keep him there. “Yes, yes, please,” he pants, feeling the tingles run down his spine, his toes curling as he arches up off the bed. He doesn’t know why it feels so good, why he’s so sensitive there, but he folds every single time. It doesn’t help that Jisung’s hands are still groping his chest, teasing his nipples.
“You’re so sensitive,” Jisung whispers against him, the tickle of his breath making him shiver. He kisses back down his neck to give him a break, slowly traveling down.
“Sung,” Minho breathes, running his fingers through his hair as Jisung kisses below his collar. “Baby, shit.”
“You should let me do this more,” Jisung muses, looking up through his lashes as he circles one nipple with the tip of his tongue. Minho has to bite his lip, but when Jisung wraps his lips around the little nub and sucks, he groans out loud. Jisung doubles down, humming against him as he licks, even teasing with the scrape of his teeth as he pinches the other nipple in his fingers, rolls it, tugs. Minho’s cock is leaking, hard and heavy against his stomach.
“Fuck, since when are you this into my chest?” Minho croaks, his face hot as he turns to press his cheek against the cool fabric of the pillow case. He’s burning up, keening as Jisung switches to suck on the other, nearly whining when he starts to kiss down his sternum. He watches, mouth watering as Jisung kisses lower, a straight line down his stomach. Minho expects that Jisung is going for his cock, that he’ll probably suck him off for a little bit, but instead, Jisung lifts his dick up out of the way and dips his tongue into his belly button. “Sung!” Minho practically squeaks, clamping a hand over his mouth in surprise while Jisung giggles.
“I like your tummy,” Jisung grins as he nuzzles his nose against the fuzz of Minho’s happy trail. “I told you, I like when you’re a little soft.” He kisses around the subtle ridge of fat at the bottom of his belly — the culprit of today’s scolding from staff. “My handsome Minho-ah.” He’s kneeling between Minho’s legs now, doubled over to lave affection all over his hips and stomach. He licks a stripe up each v-line, blows against them to make Minho shiver. He keeps one hand on his cock, holding it up, so it doesn’t interfere with the other body parts he’s focused on worshipping, but he doesn’t stroke it.
Minho keeps the hand over his mouth and tries not to make any more humiliating sounds as Jisung mouths down the creases where his thighs meet his hips. His cock is drooling, wet in Jisung’s grip, and he jerks his hips involuntarily when he finally runs his fist up the length.
“Did I tease you too much?” Jisung coos, resting his cheek on Minho’s thigh and watching as he works his hand over his cock. “I love your dick.”
“I fucking hope so.” Minho finally takes away his hand and breathes out a laugh, shutting his eyes to enjoy Jisung’s touch, the warm hand around his slick cock. God, when was the last time he just let Jisung take control like this? He loves pleasuring Jisung, loves hearing all the sounds he makes and watching him fall apart, but he doesn’t often let Jisung focus on him like this. He thought he’d feel selfish, anxious to return the favor, but Jisung really seems to be enjoying this.
Showing a little mercy, Jisung wets his lips and takes Minho’s dick in his mouth, sliding down easily and slurping around him with a lewd sound.
Minho groans, tugging on Jisung’s hair as he bobs his head, stroking his cock with the tight circle of his mouth. Fuck, it’s so warm. Jisung’s tongue glides along the underside of his shaft then swirls around his tip, teasing his slit while his fingertips ghost up and down the insides of his thighs. Everything tingles in the best way, Jisung’s touch making him shiver, his wet mouth enveloping him. “Sungie, God, th-that’s-“ He cuts himself off, whining as Jisung suctions his tip against the roof of his mouth and swallows around him. “Hhh, fuuuuuck.” Minho can’t open his eyes, has to focus his energy on not bucking up, but just as the pleasure starts to creep up to the edge of too much, Jisung pulls off with a ‘pop’.
“You feeling good, baby?” Jisung grins, lips shiny as he pumps Minho in his fist. His other hand glides up over Minho’s stomach again, rubbing it in little circles.
“Yes,” Minho admits sheepishly, his heart giving a little skip when Jisung turns his head and kisses along his inner thigh.
“Can you turn over for me? I wanna eat you out.”
“I’m um…” Minho feels heat flash across his cheeks. “I’m clean, but I’m not shaved or anything.”
“Baby, you’re literally so fucking sexy when you’re not waxed everywhere, please let me stick my tongue in your hole.”
“Sungie.” Minho snorts and watches as Jisung sits back on his heels, freeing up his legs, so he can roll over. He gets on all fours, lowering onto his elbows and arching his back, knees spread for easy access.
“Uh uh.” Jisung tuts and gives Minho’s ass a light smack. “Tits to the mattress, babe.”
“Oh my God.” Minho rolls his eyes and sinks down lower, folding his arms to rest his head on, his chest to the bed.
“There you go, hyungie. Good boy.”
“You’re the one with the praise kink,” Minho mumbles, but his dick twitched when Jisung said it and they both know it.
“Oh fuck, look at you,” Jisung sighs, kneeling between Minho’s legs and smoothing his palms over the curve of his ass. He spreads him, making Minho’s face burn as he feels Jisung’s gaze on his hole, the most private vulnerable part of himself. Fuck, how does Jisung just bend himself in half for Minho all the time? It’s a little nerve wracking even with the person he trusts the most.
Jisung brushes his thumb over the little furl of his hole, watches Minho tense in response. “Shh, shh, relax for me.”
“I’m trying.” Minho pouts, but he quickly settles when a warm hand strokes up his spine, the touch grounding. Jisung’s palm settles between his shoulder blades, a comforting light weight.
“Deep breath for me?”
He hesitates a moment, feeling silly, but Jisung is patient, waiting for him. Minho takes a deep breath in and lets it out, relaxing into Jisung’s touch.
“There you go,” Jisung hushes, a perfect echo of how Minho usually is with him. He’s always been patient with Jisung, helped ease him in, slowed down when he seemed anxious. Jisung ghosts the tips of his fingers over his hole, rubbing gently, stroking downwards to rub his perineum.
Minho lets out a breath, presses back against the touch. “That’s nice.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.” He hears Jisung shuffle back and bites his lip when his hands spread him open, swallowing when he feels Jisung’s breath against him.
“Just relax,” Jisung murmurs before he leans in and Minho melts under his tongue.
He’s always been embarrassed to admit how much he likes this. He likes doing it to Jisung, but he loves receiving it too. He even forgets sometimes how good it feels. Jisung’s hot tongue licks him over, sending sparks up his spine with every wet stroke of it over his hole and perineum. He kisses it, even gives his right cheek a playful bite that makes Minho’s breath hitch. He cradles his balls, stroking them lovingly with his thumb as he works his hole open on his tongue.
Minho can’t help it, his mind goes hazy. His lips stay parted and he stops thinking about the sounds that are leaving them. He’s practically purring, everything warm and fuzzy and perfect, Jisung humming against him like he’s the one being pleasured. He never stops touching Minho gently, always stroking his back or down his thigh, groping his ass as he keeps him spread.
“You with me, hyungie?” Jisung checks and Minho just sighs, eyes closed and body thrumming with easy pleasure. “You want to hand me the lube?”
Minho reaches out, gropes around lazily until he feels the small plastic bottle, passing it back to Jisung.
“You’re so cute,” Jisung says as he pops the cap, rising up on his knees again. “You want me to fuck you like this or another position? I just want to be able to see you.” He gives Minho’s ass another squeeze. “You look pretty fucking good like this though.”
Minho bites his lip. It feels good like this, but he kind of wants to be kissed some more.
“Let me prep you like this,” Jisung says as he slicks up two of his fingers, swirling his fingertips around Minho’s hole to spread the lube a little. “Then, I want to see your pretty face. Sound good, hyungie?”
Minho makes a small sound and nods, blushing as Jisung presses his index against him. It’s kind of nice to just let Jisung make all the decisions. He doesn’t want to think too hard.”
Jisung fingers him gently even if he’s already relaxed and loose from his mouth. It’s been a while since Minho’s been on the receiving end and Jisung seems to be milking the opportunity a little, pumping his fingers slowly in and out, curling them just right to stroke his prostate. Minho can feel his dick drooling, probably dripping onto the sheets even, but it just feels so good. He feels like he’s melting into the bed and he gets butterflies when Jisung folds himself over him and kisses all along his shoulders. “So gorgeous for me, jagi. So perfect,” Jisung hushes, nuzzling his nose against the back of Minho’s neck. “You know how pretty you are like this? You look so fucking good, hyung.”
“Sung-ahhhh,” Minho whines, hiding his face in his arms as Jisung’s fingers pulse inside him, making his toes curl.
“I’m just making an observation.” He pulls back and removes his fingers, making Minho sulk at the loss. How long is Jisung going to torment him?
“Turn over for me, love,” Jisung says, his voice soft, the pet name dripping in affection. He gives him some room and Minho turns onto his back again, lifting his hips, so Jisung can slide one of their flatter pillows underneath them.
Minho plants his feet flat on the bed and looks up at Jisung, his face flushed and his hair a mess as his cock rests sticky and wanting against his stomach.
“I wish you could see yourself from this angle.” Jisung smiles at him as he drizzles lube over his own cock, spreading it around his length while his dry hand strokes up and down Minho’s thigh. “You seriously look like a painting.”
“Are there a lot of paintings of dudes with their legs spread?”
“I think so.” Jisung shrugs, crawling over him with that silly smirk on his lips as he rests his hips between Minho’s parted thighs. “In Greece and shit.”
“Mhm and they look like me?” Minho laughs as he curls one arm around Jisung’s shoulders, his heart fluttering as he feels the blunt head of his cock nudging up against him. God, he’s ready to feel him.
“Nah.” Jisung shakes his head as he lines himself up. “They’re not as beautiful.”
“You’re awful.”
“You love it.” Jisung presses forward, eyes flickering to check Minho’s expression for any discomfort. Finding none, he shifts his hips, nudging his cock into Minho, his breath stuttering as the tight heat takes him right in. “Fuuuck, hyung,” Jisung groans, pressing their foreheads together as he slides home, his hips flush against Minho’s ass and thighs.
“It’s good?” Minho asks as if Jisung might possibly say no, that it doesn’t feel good to be buried balls deep in a warm body, but still. Minho needs to hear it.
“Minho-ah, baby, you feel fucking incredible,” Jisung breathes as if he can barely muster the words, his hips already starting to rock back and forth, chasing friction. He keeps his weight on one elbow and runs the other hand up Minho’s side, feeling his smooth skin then taking his pec in his hand again and squeezes. “You have no idea how fucking hot you are,” he huffs, nuzzling his nose clumsily against Minho’s as he gropes his chest and starts fucking him in earnest. “You make me insane.”
“Y-Yeah?” Minho chokes, already overwhelmed by the sensation of Jisung moving back and forth inside of him. He may not be as big as Minho, but fuck, he doesn’t need to be. His cute cock hits all the right places and Jisung’s enthusiasm and stamina are no joke.
“When you come to the gym and I can tell you’re not wearing underwear.” Jisung tries to laugh, but it comes out too breathy and desperate. “When you’re sweating at dance practice and you lift your shirt to wipe your face.”
Minho’s face burns as he gasps at a particularly hard thrust, wrapping his legs around Jisung’s hips to encourage him and help him slide in deep. He didn’t know Jisung noticed things like that.
“You make me so fucking hard all the time, I have to sit weird just to hide it.” Jisung kisses the corner of his mouth. “Every time I look at you, I just want you so fucking bad.”
“Sung-“
“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” Jisung lets out a whine as he starts to fuck him faster, the bed creaking under them as he holds tight to Minho and pumps into him again and again. “You’re so fucking pretty, hyung, it’s not even fair.”
“Sungie.” Minho’s eyes sting and he swallows hard. Sure, he knows he must be a certain degree of attractive to even be an idol and he knows that Jisung is attracted to him, but he can’t possibly be as gorgeous as Jisung wants to insist that he is. He’s not ripped like Chan or petite like Felix, muscled like Changbin, or tall like Hyunjin. He’s never been much of a visual, has he? The staff don’t really treat him like one. He apparently looked bad enough coming back from the holidays that they decided to put him on a diet.
“My perfect Minho, my baby” Jisung murmurs against Minho’s lips. “I love every inch of you so much, okay? I know it’s corny, but hhh.” He grinds in deep and shivers. “You’re just so perfect.”
Minho feels his mouth wobble and he pulls Jisung down into a kiss before his emotions can get the best of him, moaning right into his mouth and sucking on his tongue as they rock against each other. He kisses Jisung with a vengeance, kisses him like he’s on his last breath and Jisung is his oxygen, like he’s starved and Jisung is feeding him. He doesn’t even feel the first tear trickle down the side of his face. He just whimpers because Jisung is making him feel so fucking good, pressing on that special spot inside him with every thrust all while showering him in praise Minho doesn’t think he deserves.
Jisung’s hand stops playing with his nipple and comes up to cup his cheek, cradling Minho’s face like something precious when his thumb brushes against a tear track. “Hey, hey, you okay?” He breaks their kiss to ask, breathless as he stops thrusting, but thankfully stays buried in him. Minho thinks he might sob if Jisung pulled out.
“Fine,” Minho breathes, swallowing hard and staring off to the side. “Keep going.”
“Am I hurting you?”
“No baby, it’s good, keep going.”
“Minho-ah.” Jisung turns his face, making Minho look him in the eye as he stares down, concerned. Like this, he can see Minho’s misty eyes, the way he’s trying to keep his traitorous lips from trembling. Fuck, this is embarassing. Jisung’s eyes are huge — he looks like a baby deer when he’s worried. “What’s wrong?”
Minho sniffs and rolls his eyes at himself, keeping one hand on the back of Jisung’s neck to keep him close, not wanting to separate. “They’re good tears, Sung,” he admits, gently rolling his hips to encourage Jisung to move again. It still feels good. He doesn’t want it to stop just because Jisung’s praise for to him a bit. “I felt kind of down about myself after the diet thing and then you were being all sappy.”
Jisung’s whole face lights up. “These are happy tears?” He practically beams as he starts to move his hips again, fucking Minho slow and gentle as they build back their rhythm. “Do you believe me then? That you’re fucking perfect.”
“Shut up, you’re gonna make it worse.” Minho barks out a wet laugh and pulls Jisung down for a few pecks on the lips, bumping their noses together as they start to pick up speed. “Fuck,” he sighs when Jisung finds the angle that’s just right and tips his head back. “Do not fucking tell anyone about this.”
“I don’t fuck and tell, jagi, don’t worry,” Jisung assures with a giggle, sliding one hand down between them to wrap around Minho’s cock. Jisung has worked him up so much, it’s practically aching, and Minho makes an ungodly sound when Jisung starts to stroke him. “My pretty, handsome baby,” Jisung gushes, dropping his head to the crook of Minho’s neck to drag his teeth along his jugular, kissing and sucking on all the right places to make Minho lose his mind underneath himself. Just as Minho feels his orgasm starting to swell, Jisung kisses over his ear and whispers right into it. “You gonna come for me, pretty baby?”
Minho fucking sobs. Whatever shred of restraint was holding him back falls to pieces as he clings to Jisung and gasps on every hard thrust, overcome by the constant nudging of his prostate and now his boyfriend’s tongue in his ear, the sloppy desperate strokes over his dick. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chants like a prayer, eyes screwed shut and muscles tensing involuntarily. He knows you’re supposed to relax as much as you can when you’re ready to come, but he’s never been very good at that. It’s not like his orgasms are short of satisfying anyways. He can’t even feel the bed underneath him anymore, he just feels Jisung — inside and on top of him, around him, holding him, fucking him, touching him. Another moment of steady nonstop pleasure and when Jisung nibbles on his earlobe, Minho arches off the mattress and comes. He cries out in a way he’s never done before. He always muffles himself, tries not to make embarrassing noises when he finishes, but he doesn’t have the wherewithal this time. He scrapes his nails down Jisung’s back, feels his cock twitch and spurt warm messy ribbons of come over their stomachs and Jisung’s fist. The whole time, Jisung coaxes him through.
“That’s it baby, come for me, just like that, you look so fucking good, fuck Minho, fuck,” Jisung rambles as he fucks him fast and wild, trembling as he chases his own climax. Knowing that watching him come turned Jisung on, Minho feels confident, basking in all the words of praise Jisung showered him with. He feels sexy. He feels as hot as Jisung says he is, especially when Jisung drops his head to his chest and whines, needy and overwhelmed.
“There you go, Sungie,” Minho whispers, uncaring that he’s oversensitive, that his thighs are twitching from the overstimulation of Jisung ramming into his milked prostate. Jisung sounds the same way he does when he’s about to come from getting fucked himself, all whimpers and pleading little noises. “You did so good, you can come now. Did such a good job making me feel nice.”
“H-Hyung,” Jisung chokes before he drops his weight onto Minho and hugs him tight, cock buried deep as he comes with a soft broken sound.
“That’s it, love bug,” Minho hushes, hugging him back and rubbing his hand up and down Jisung’s spine. He shivers at the warm wet feeling of Jisung coming inside him, savors the intimacy of it even while his sweet boyfriend whines and trembles through his orgasm. Sometimes, Jisung comes so intensely, Minho is afraid he’s in pain, but he’s just a little lost to the pleasure.
“Jesus,” Jisung finally breathes, going lax on top of him, a comforting dead weight as Minho rubs his back and plays with his hair. “I think I went to another dimension.”
“That good?” Minho cracks a smile and leans in when Jisung lifts his head, exchanging slowly lazy kisses as they both come down from the high.
“So fucking good,” Jisung mumbles against him. He gives Minho a peck on the corner of his mouth and the side of his nose before pulling back, his soft cock slipping out easily though it still makes Minho wince at the empty feeling.
He moves to get up, to help Jisung get cleaned up, but a firm hand on his chest pushes him back down.
“Uh uh.” Jisung wags a finger at him, eyebrows raised. “You stay there, I’m still the top here.”
“I was just-“
“Stay.” Jisung pats his thigh and climbs out of bed, hurrying off to their adjoined bathroom while Minho pouts. He likes doing aftercare for Jisung. Plus, he’s starting to feel uncomfortably sticky.
Jisung emerges after just a minute of rummaging sounds and running water, bringing a glass to the nightstand for Minho to drink from along with a damp wash cloth.
Shit, Minho is pretty thirsty. He downs the glass in a few gulps and rests back against the pillows with a long exhale.
“Cute.” Jisung sits on the side of the bed with the washcloth and reaches out to wipe down Minho’s stomach.
It’s what Minho always does to him when they finish and it feels strange being on the receiving end, but… it’s nice. Minho blushes and parts his legs, letting Jisung clean him up as best he can.
“Thanks,” he says, his voice coming out quieter than expected, but Jisung just gives him a kiss and tells him he likes to take care of him too. Minho’s eyes threaten to sting again.
“Sure you’re okay?” Jisung asks when they’re finally cuddled up under the comforter, Minho’s arm around Jisung’s shoulders, Jisung’s arm around his waist, their legs tangled together in the sheets. “You haven’t cried during sex before, I-“
“Please pretend that never happened.”
“Hyung.” Jisung laughs and nuzzles his cheek against his chest. “It’s okay, it was really sweet. You promise they were happy tears? Because it’s okay if they weren’t.”
Minho hesitates a moment, playing idly with Jisung’s hair. “They were.”
“Promise?”
“Mhm.” Minho kisses Jisung’s forehead as if to stamp his approval on the promise. “I think I just needed to hear some of that more than I thought. Maybe the diet thing got to me.”
“I still think you shouldn’t follow it,” Jisung sighs, his hand rubbing in circles over Minho’s stomach again. He really does seem to like that part of his body. “You’re already too sexy.”
“Stupid.” Minho chuckles and squeezes him tight. “You still want to order dinner?”
“Fuck yeah. Topping is hard, I’m hungry.”
“Bottoming is fucking hard, I had to douche like a million times in there.”
“We’ll switch back next time.” Jisung giggles and shifts up a little bit, planting a line of soft kisses along Minho’s jaw. Every touch of his lips gives him little tingles. Minho will never get tired of it. “I’m buying dinner though.”
“A guy tops one time and thinks he’s a provider.”
“Shush.” Jisung pecks the tip of his nose and stretches across him to grab his phone. “I’m getting you dessert too.”
Minho opens his mouth to protest as Jisung swipes open the delivery app, but clicks it shut. If Jisung really loves the way he looks, then what is he so worried about? That’s what really matters, doesn’t it? If he likes what he sees in the mirror, if he feels loved. Minho does like the way he looks. Jisung gives him more love than he even knows what to do with. Maybe he’ll have to follow the diet a little to satisfy management, but Jisung is right. “Go ahead,” he says and kisses the top of Jisung’s head again just because he can.
What’s the harm of a little dessert? Minho knows he’s hot regardless.