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It all started with that fucking photo.
Minho almost wishes he hadn't taken it now, even though it's been weeks. It's done nothing but make him suffer, slowly driving him insane the more his brain forces him to think about it.
He's stared at it off and on for days now, zoomed in on the way Hyunjin's teeth are poking into his sock, the way he's looking up into the camera like a cheeky little shit, like he knows he looks good. And the worst part is that he does look good, but Minho refuses to acknowledge the way looking at him has been making his dick twitch lately.
He'd originally been taken aback, shocked Hyunjin would be so bold during a recording like that, but above everything else, he was very amused. He had instinctively taken a few photos, fully intending to use them as playful blackmail later, but he couldn't resist showing everyone immediately. Hyunjin even let him upload it online, shameless and maybe a little proud of himself.
It definitely feels like it's gone too far somehow even though Minho doubts anyone is still thinking about it other than him. There's silly incidents like that in the group all the time, worse ones even, so surely it's been swept under the rug as just another fun anecdote to relive later down the line.
Minho would like to consider himself someone who is pretty in tune with himself, he knows what he likes and what he doesn't, knows how far to push himself and when to stop.
So how is this something he didn't know would make him feel so jittery inside?
He's been pretty open with sexual experimentation, definitely of the mindset that he'd try most things at least once even if it turned out badly for him, but never once has the simple concept of feet stuff plagued his mind to the point it has now. Though, truthfully, he isn't even sure it's the foot aspect that gets to him.
No matter how many photos of feet he looks at, nothing sparks the heat in his gut in the same way as these stupid fucking photos.
With a defeated sigh, he eventually comes to the conclusion that rather than liking feet himself, it's the idea of Hyunjin wanting his feet that he likes.
It doesn't help that Hyunjin has taken every opportunity he could to try to get Minho's toes back in his mouth since then, like when they did aerial yoga, or when they were at practice that one time and Minho was laying on the ground during break with his shoes off, even when Minho went to drop groceries off at the other dorm and decided to kick back on their couch for a while– and at this point, Minho can't quite tell if it's still a joke or not.
Or if it ever was.
He really hopes not.
Minho's made it a conscious habit to wear sandals whenever he goes to the other dorm to hang out, to take his shoes off between rounds at practice more often too under the guise of his feet being sore, to flex his ankles and wiggle his toes if he notices Hyunjin so much as glancing at them. And he always does, every time without fail.
Things probably wouldn't have gotten so bad for him if Minho hadn't been tempted to see how far he could get with it to begin with. But he was too curious for his own good, letting his dick guide him rather than his brain.
Right as Minho is about to shamefully jerk off once again while scrolling back and forth through the pictures, he finally decides something: fuck it.
He's going to go bother Hyunjin about it for real. He's going to put it out there and see what happens.
Unless Minho's been reading the situation entirely wrong this whole time, it's pretty clear that Hyunjin is at least semi attracted to him anyway, even if just in a surface level way (or for his feet).
Worst case scenario, Hyunjin laughs and calls him strange for taking a joke too seriously and Minho plays it off like he's just goofing around– they all always joke and flirt with each other in weird ways, so it's not like it would be too far of a stretch to think Hyunjin would believe him and laugh it off. In this case, Minho would still have to go back to his dorm and hide his face in the shower while he got rid of an embarrassment boner, though. But he'd live.
He and Hyunjin are close enough that he isn't particularly worried it will ruin anything. So why not shoot his shot?
With a determined huff, Minho gets out of bed and makes his way out of the dorm and down the hall. He thinks maybe he may be a little pathetic when he notices his fingers trembling as they press the elevator button, but he ignores it and shakes it off.
He doesn't bother knocking, just slides the key Chan gave him in and opens the front door, closing it behind him quietly. There doesn't appear to be anyone in the kitchen or common area, and it's quiet, so he takes a deep breath and knocks on Hyunjin's bedroom door, hoping he's actually in there and not for some reason at the gym with Chan and Changbin.
"Yeah?" Hyunjin says, voice a little gravelly, and Minho opens the door to peek in at him.
He's sitting at his desk with some drama open on his laptop, hand halfway in a bag of chips. His pajama shirt is unbuttoned entirely too much for Minho's sanity at the moment, too. For a second, he just stands there in the doorway, contemplating bolting and letting Hyunjin file the encounter away somewhere under 'Minho hyung being a weirdo'.
"Hyung?" Hyunjin asks, a perfectly sculpted eyebrow quirked as he wonders why Minho could possibly be knocking at his door so late in the evening.
When Minho realizes he probably looks creepy standing there without saying anything, he steps into the room and shuts the door behind him. He needs to just say it– get it over with.
"Do you actually like feet?"
Damn. Right to the chase, no hi or anything.
He didn't mean for that to be the first thing he said, but okay, apparently he's spent too much time around Jisung lately, and his brain to mouth filter has gotten broken somehow. Or maybe being this close to Hyunjin while his mind is whirring with filthy thoughts about him is making him a little delirious.
Hyunjin stops chewing and looks up at him with a confusion that looks way too cute on him. He blinks dramatically and finally lets out a short laugh.
"Gonna kink shame me if I do?" Hyunjin casually puts another chip into his mouth and watches the way Minho's expression shifts.
Not what he expected.
"What? No, I just–" Minho rubs both hands down his face.
He doesn't know why he thought this was a good idea, actually. Usually, he'd go about this in a completely different way, sit and strategize a teasing session that would get his answers in a roundabout way, but even just the thought of Hyunjin is making him impulsive lately.
He's in the process of mentally kicking himself when Hyunjin speaks again.
"Relax, hyung. I can see you short circuiting. I'm just kidding," Hyunjin smiles, beyond happy to see that he's flustered Minho for once instead of the other way around.
The reassurance makes him relax a little and he's thankful, but god, Minho didn't realize how hard it would be to try to have a serious conversation about this. He's already this far, and Hyunjin doesn't seem offended by the question, so despite his better judgment, he continues.
"Feet. Uh, I've heard you and Changbin talk about feet too many times for me to think it's just a joke anymore," he says. He hopes that maybe if he mentions Changbin, it won't seem as suspicious, but in the end, he knows better.
Hyunjin pauses as if he's trying to find a way to phrase his next sentence, and Minho chews on the inside of his cheek anxiously.
"Well, it was never a joke to start with," Hyunjin admits, studying Minho's face for his reaction, but he finds that there is barely any. Probably because he already assumed. But it's interesting nonetheless.
"So you… think feet are sexy or what?" Minho asks intelligently.
"I mean, yeah," Hyunjin laughs again, noting how red the tips of Minho's ears and neck are. It's cute. "Not sure why, they just are."
Minho's thought about this too seriously to be laughing now, even though he kind of wants to. He's also too horny to stop himself from saying what he says next.
"Is that why you keep trying to put mine in your mouth?"
"So you are kink shaming me?" Hyunjin scoffs, joking, but Minho still sighs and scrambles to clarify.
"No– I want you to…" he trails off.
There's another pause where the corner of Hyunjin's mouth curls up and Minho feels like he's about to hurl. He's already half hard thinking about this shit, has been since before he came over, and he knows it would be obvious if Hyunjin just looked down.
"You want me to put them in my mouth?" Hyunjin asks, curious and beautiful and infuriatingly fuckable.
Yes.
Minho feels like he's going to explode.
"Would you?"
Hyunjin laughs at that, a real laugh, like he’s baffled, and the sound makes Minho's cheeks burn and stomach tighten with arousal. Maybe he'd be interested in Hyunjin laughing at him another time, but that's something for future Minho to agonize and blush in bed over. He only has enough strength for one new fantasy at a time.
"What do you think I've been trying to do?" Hyunjin teases, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, coy.
"I'm serious," Minho deadpans.
"I am too."
Minho clears his throat then, shifting his weight to adjust himself, trying to wrap his head around the reality of the situation. Their back and forth would be annoyingly endearing if he didn't feel like he was about to snap like a rubber band.
"So, you would?" Minho asks carefully.
"Can I?"
Hyunjin is still looking up at him still, smiling with his eyes. He looks so pretty, even when he's accepting such a strange proposition. Even when he's apparently about to get Minho's toes in his mouth.
Holy shit.
"Right now?" Minho swallows hard, heart beating fast. He's not particularly a shy person, but he feels a little like he wants to hide suddenly. Like he’s out of his element.
"I'd love to, hyung. Seriously."
The way Hyunjin says it is sickeningly sweet, but it pushes Minho into gear automatically. To know for sure that this isn't some silly one-sided thing has any stray bit of anxiety he felt slowly starting to disappear and be replaced by the urgency to see Hyunjin fall apart at his mercy.
"I should probably… go wash my feet and get some new socks then," Minho says, still a little awkward despite the rush of confidence, body thrumming with nervous energy as he makes a step toward the door.
He could surely use their bathroom and borrow a pair of socks, right?
He's about to ask but gets stopped in his tracks when Hyunjin reaches out to grab his sleeve. Minho looks over his shoulder and down at him, worried that he could possibly be having second thoughts.
"You don't have to do that," Hyunjin squeaks, just the slightest bit embarrassed.
His cheeks are pink and he's staring up at Minho from his rolling chair like he's suddenly realized this is real, and it makes Minho wanna pinch them and make them even redder. And maybe do something stupid like kiss him, but he doesn't move.
It takes him a second to understand what Hyunjin means. Minho hesitates, "You want… my dirty socks?"
"I mean, preferably. But if you're not comfortable with that, it's totally fine," Hyunjin reassures, still having the audacity to look shy. "I'll take whatever I get."
Something about that makes Minho's cock twitch. He'll take whatever he can get. He'll take whatever Minho is willing to give him. He’s giving Minho the control, and if that doesn’t make him feel powerful then nothing does.
"Shit, okay," Minho curses, kicking his slip-ons off by the door and reaching out to pull Hyunjin up out of his chair by the collar of his silky pajamas.
He follows easily, lets himself be dragged away from his food and show, not caring that he'll have to probably rewind by several episodes later. Whatever he and Minho are about to get up to is much more interesting than whatever love triangle the lead character has gotten herself into.
"How long have you been wearing those?" Hyunjin asks, staring down at his feet with curiosity. They look clean from above.
"Since I showered this morning," Minho replies, grinning as Hyunjin pushes him to sit on the edge of his bed.
Hyunjin hums, clearly happy with the answer. They'd had a full day of schedules today, so knowing that the fabric is infused with plenty of delicious sweat makes his mouth water. Bracing both hands on Minho's knees, Hyunjin sinks to the ground in front of him, taking him by the ankle and lifting his foot to his nose, breathing in deeply.
Minho feels himself leak a little in his underwear at the sight, and he curses quietly to himself, taking the initiative to start wiggling his toes tight up against Hyunjin's nose. It makes his eyelids flutter, and it feels really satisfying to see him so easily affected, especially when Minho is so wound up himself.
"Have you done this before?" Minho asks, shoving the heel of his palm into his crotch for some relief.
Hyunjin looks so good like this, on his knees with lust and desperation written all over him, it’s definitely something he could get used to seeing, especially if he’s the cause of it.
Hyunjin hums louder in response, nuzzling his cheek against the fabric of Minho's sock, looking up at him with a smirk. "A couple times, but never with socks on. Other than when I bit your foot, I mean."
Minho tries to imagine Hyunjin doing this with someone else, and suddenly feels a little possessive. All he can think about is how he hopes Hyunjin wants him more than he's ever wanted someone else, and how badly he wants this to be good. But he doesn't say that, he just makes a noise of acknowledgement and keeps watching.
Hyunjin nibbles on the edge of his sock slowly, right at his ankle, taking it gently between his teeth and tugging on it, letting it snap back a few times as if testing the waters. Minho watches patiently, all his attention focused on the way Hyunjin's teeth now move up to drag against the knuckles of his toes through the fabric, his stupidly plump lips and pink tongue wetting it as he works his way across the very tips of them.
"You don't have to worry about pushing them too deep either, by the way. I like to gag," Hyunjin says, nipping hard enough at his pinky toe to make Minho jump a little.
Minho almost yanks him up to kiss him right then and there because he's reminded of how easily Hyunjin gags on a day to day basis, even when he’s doing something as simple as just putting too much food in his mouth. Now he wants to see him gag, on his foot or otherwise, and he's going so slow.
"That's so hot," Minho groans, considering asking if he can pull his dick out to touch himself, because fuck, but he doesn't.
He isn't sure how far Hyunjin is willing to go yet and doesn't want to push it.
Holding Minho still by the ankle, Hyunjin hooks his big toe into the corner of his mouth and stretches to get the pinky in on the other side before closing his mouth. His lips are stretched wide like this, probably to their limit, and the visual very much does not make Minho imagine how nice they'd look stretched around his fingers or his cock. Not at all.
He's used to purposely shoving tissue in Hyunjin's mouth, knows firsthand that he can fit quite a lot in there before he starts gagging, but when his toes easily slide in and hit the back of his throat, Minho is still surprised.
It's a different sensation, but it's exhilarating nonetheless.
"You're a freak for this, for real," Minho laughs, an evil sound to Hyunjin's ears that makes him blush harder, if that's even possible.
Minho shoves his foot farther into his mouth, wiggling his toes against his uvula purposely until he gags. It's quite a violent sound, and Minho can feel his throat constrict around him, but Hyunjin doesn't move to pull away– he actually just groans and starts trying to bob his head instead, trying to suck in and hollow his cheeks to take him farther. Minho just smiles in disbelief, giddy.
It isn't even like he's just sucking the tips of his toes anymore, he really is trying his best to deep throat his foot. His socked foot.
And Minho can't believe how hard he is. It's sexier than he imagined and they just started.
Reaching into his pocket for his phone, Minho takes and twists it around, bending forward enough to take a proper photo and letting his lips curl in amusement.
Hyunjin hears the shutter and outright moans, opening his eyes to look up through his eyelashes at Minho, wanting them to convey that he wants him to take more, to commit this to memory and tease him about them later. Minho must get the drift because he snaps several more in quick succession, and Hyunjin's eyes close again, working his mouth and tongue harder.
Minho can't help but wonder how the scratchy fabric of his sock must feel rubbing against Hyunjin's tonsils; even if it's wet and slimy with spit by now, he can't imagine it actually feels that good. But he's moaning like he's in heat and Minho isn't about to complain.
"You like me fucking your mouth with my foot, Hyunjinnie? Better than any cock, right?" He says it without even thinking, testing the limit, but Hyunjin just struggles around another muffled whimper and tries his best to nod. A good sign.
Hyunjin adores the degradation of it, to be honest. To be literally under someone's feet, to be sucking at the dirt that they've walked on, to be laughed at as he relishes in the bitter taste of sweat with grit between his teeth. To have Minho talking to him like this makes it even better, so he makes himself gag again on purpose, hoping it’ll show his willingness for him to continue.
"Our nasty little baby, sucking the sweat off my socks," Minho pets a hand through Hyunjin's hair, trailing the back of his knuckles down his temple tenderly, "wonder what the others would think, hm? Bet they'd wanna keep you like a little toe warmer."
Affected by Minho's teasing more than he wants to admit, Hyunjin finally takes mercy on himself and takes the hand that isn't currently wrapped around Minho's ankle to press down on his own dick. It relieves very little, but Minho easily notices the movement from above. He has a perfect view of him, afterall.
But Hyunjin doesn't feel embarrassed, especially not when Minho takes his free dangling foot and uses it to swat his hand away, pressing the ball of it to the tent in his pajama pants instead. The angle is weird, but it feels good regardless, and he bucks into it with a poorly restrained whimper.
"You're so hard," Minho comments, rubbing his foot up and down the bulge, threading his hand in the back of Hyunjin's hair, tightening it a bit when he feels Hyunjin throb against him, even through several layers. "Fuck."
After yanking Hyunjin up off his foot unceremoniously, there are thick strings of saliva dripping off his tongue and his lips are swollen and red, and Minho can't help but snap more photos. He presses the phone closer to his pretty face and takes a few close ups, loving how absolutely debauched he already looks.
He wonders if Hyunjin will let him show the members these pictures too.
"Hyung," Hyunjin croaks, blinking slowly at the camera before glancing down and finally noticing how hard Minho is. He did that.
"Your mouth is incredible," Minho whispers, in awe as he licks his lips and slides his hand from Hyunjin's hair down his cheek until he's brushing his thumb across his lower lip. He dares to dip it into his mouth and Hyunjin closes his lips around it instantly, sucking at the tip and letting himself unabashedly hump Minho's foot a little harder.
He loves having things in his mouth, everyone knows that, and having Minho slide his thumb all the way inside sends waves of heat down his chest and into his belly. Seeing the way Minho is affected makes it impossibly hotter too, looking up to see the gloss in his eyes, the way his lips are parted so Hyunjin can see his teeth poking out from his pretty lips, how he's blinking slowly as he takes in how downright pretty Hyunjin looks.
"Come up here," Minho eventually says, taking pity on the boy's knees, patting the bed next to him and scooting back against his mountain of pillows. "Take my socks off."
Both the foot against Hyunjin's cock and the finger in his mouth disappear at the same time, so Hyunjin whines but stands up on wobbly knees nonetheless.
"I love this so much, you have no idea."
He crawls onto the bed and has to swallow hard at the way Minho is laying there, knees spread and hard in his pants, waiting for Hyunjin to do as he's told.
"Show me how much you love it, baby," Minho smirks, shoving both feet in front of Hyunjin as he grabs at himself, stroking the curve of his cock through his pants.
It's an ego boost and a half to Hyunjin, who reaches out and places one more kiss to his wet, socked toes before anything else. When he starts to peel Minho's ruined socks off, he does so slowly– the fact that he's teasing himself with this is so beyond sexy that Minho has no words. He just watches him do one foot at a time, slipping them off his toes and placing them neatly off to the side.
Leaning forward to swirl his tongue around them with no barrier, Hyunjin gives each toe a little attention. His tongue is warm and wet and it feels pretty weird to Minho to have his bare toes be sucked on, but Hyunjin seems to be enjoying it a lot and that helps him get used to the sensation rather quickly.
Minho snaps several more photos now– with Hyunjin's tongue now stuck between his toes, with his lips looking extra plush wrapped around his big toe, hair falling into his eyes as he licks and sucks messily at the veins on the side of his foot. He just can’t resist.
"Try not to kick me, okay?" Hyunjin teases, pulling back to swallow the sweat and saliva mixed on his tongue.
It's all the warning he gets before Hyunjin's licking a thick stripe up the entire sole of his foot, all the way from his heel back up to his toes again. Minho jerks slightly, the touch light and wet and ticklish, but the way Hyunjin moans in response is so worth it. The look of hunger, of desperation, in his eyes as he peers up at him through his lashes is out of this world.
Minho wiggles his toes again, smearing spit all across Hyunjin’s cheeks and lips with them until he looks adequately shiny and messy before slipping them back inside his mouth. There’s nothing Hyunjin can do besides grip Minho’s pant leg and take it as he starts thrusting his foot in and out again, much faster and easier this time without the sock.
"Let me hear you gag," Minho groans, hips bucking against his hand as he notices Hyunjin rutting against the bed, the drag against his cock making him feel almost delirious with want, unable to hold back his noises anymore.
Hyunjin does gag, a little louder every time Minho's toes brush the back of his throat. There's an insane amount of saliva slipping past his lips and onto Minho's foot, staining the bed sheets and making the most disgusting squelching sound as he fucks his foot in and out of his mouth.
As fun as it is to see Hyunjin struggling to take him, Minho quickly realizes he wants more. He craves more, to see Hyunjin really fall apart, to beg for Minho to let him cum. He wants Hyunjin to get off to this for weeks, months, years to come.
He pulls his foot completely away again and sits up, dragging Hyunjin up and situating him so that he's sitting in front of him, leaning back with his long legs spread. Their legs touch when Minho sits back too, mirroring him, and it feels like fire even without skin to skin contact.
Hyunjin looks glad for the progression, chewing on the tip of his finger idly as he gets comfortable, waiting for Minho's next move.
"You still okay with this?" Minho presses his sticky, spit covered foot to the front of Hyunjin's pants carefully, dragging the silk side to side against him slowly and watching his breath hitch.
"Yeah," Hyunjin mutters, out of breath, "I really want you to keep touching me…"
"Yeah?" Minho grins, pressing harder until Hyunjin chokes out another full moan. "Wanna take your pants off for me?"
Originally, Minho wasn't sure just how far this whole thing would go. He didn't know whether Hyunjin would cum in his pants from sucking on his feet and Minho would go home vibrating with adrenaline and enough jerk off material on his phone to last a lifetime, or if they'd get to this point, but now he thinks he might just die if he doesn't get his hands– well, feet– on Hyunjin's dick for real. It's been taunting him since they began and Hyunjin looks about as ready to bust as Minho feels.
The question hangs in the air for an agonizing moment, Minho never letting the pressure off with his foot, until Hyunjin makes a noise in his throat, shy again.
"You sure?"
Minho just nods, eyes trained on how Hyunjin's long fingers are hooking into the waistband of his pants to drag them down. When he lifts his hips and tugs them down, his long shaft slaps back up against his stomach with a soft thud, leaking at the tip and shining like the world's most inviting lollipop.
"You're so pretty, what the fuck?" Minho laughs, taking a second to admire him.
He's seen Hyunjin naked before, they've all seen each other naked at some point, but never hard like this. He's impressive, to say the least.
Hyunjin huffs a laugh as well, taking himself by the base and squeezing his shaft upwards to draw out another bead of precum. "Can't say I've had my dick called pretty before, but thanks, I think?"
"Yeah, you're welcome."
His dick really is pretty, but Minho expected nothing less from Hyunjin. Hyunjin himself is pretty, sometimes intimidatingly so.
It only takes a few seconds before Minho is bringing his foot back over to reclaim its previous spot, pressing it right up against his shaft. Hyunjin gasps, writhing around like Minho's poked him with a hot iron. It's dangerously sexy to see him squirm so much, stunning as he gets lost in pleasure.
"Fuck," Hyunjin curses, lids fluttering as Minho curls his toes over the tip of his cock, precum smearing between them. He bucks up against them desperately, mouth agape, and Minho just smirks and rubs his big toe into his slit.
It's a little hard to gauge the pressure with his foot like this, but he tries his best, pushing the swollen head up against Hyunjin's stomach and massaging up and down with his sole, trying to not let it slip away as Hyunjin rocks forward in time with him.
"Gonna get off on humping my foot?" Minho asks after a few beats of silence, bringing his other foot up to squeeze Hyunjin's length between them. "Or do you want me to try to give you a footjob?"
Hyunjin looks like Minho has just offered to buy him a house, an almost overwhelmed glint in his eyes as he nods and tries to fuck up between Minho's soles.
"Hyung, I swear to god– yes, please."
It takes a few fumbled attempts for them to fall into a rhythm that works, Minho squeezing his feet together as tight as he can as he works his legs up and down, thighs burning from the effort as Hyunjin ruts upwards to meet him.
"Feels that good, huh?" Minho teases, panting as Hyunjin thrusts faster between his feet.
His mind can't help but wander off to how good it would feel for Hyunjin to be thrusting up into him instead like this, all slow and calculated as to not slip out, how deep he would reach inside him, how it'd feel to sink down on his beautiful cock and kiss his pouty mouth, to swallow his moans and have him whine and cry over all the filthy things Minho could say to him.
It's Hyunjin's voice that snaps him back away from his thoughts, his wavering moans and broken, unsteady pleas.
"So close, hyung," he whines, hips stuttering, "please make me cum, please."
After all they've done, Minho can't imagine denying him. He bites his lip and curls his toes again, cupping the head as much as he can, squeezing hard enough that Hyunjin yelps, and that's all it takes for him to tumble, body going taut as he paints Minho's toes with white.
Minho's gaze is heavy as he watches Hyunjin keep thrusting sloppily, cock slipping out from between Minho's feet, just making an even bigger mess. He looks absolutely fucked out, chest rising and falling rapidly as he slowly comes down from his high.
"I can't believe that just happened," Hyunjin grins, feeling an overwhelming fondness as he looks at how both of Minho's feet are covered in cum. They look so cute he can almost feel himself twitch again in interest.
“What a mess,” Minho grumbles noncomittedly as he spreads his toes, warm pearly cum slipping between them and down the front of his foot. “You gonna clean it up for me too or what?”
He knows he probably should be a little more considerate of the fact Hyunjin looks like he just had the orgasm of his life, but Minho is still hard, unbearably so, and seeing Hyunjin shimmy down the bed and do just as he asked with no complaints really draws him as close to the edge as he can be without having touched himself properly this whole time.
Minho hurries to take his cock out and start stroking himself, his own surge of need rushing over him as Hyunjin obediently licks in between his toes again to clean them. He spreads the wetness at his tip down his length and flicks his wrist quickly, cursing at the built up pressure in his abdomen.
He thinks he can probably climax before Hyunjin's done; he imagines asking him to clean his dick as well and Hyunjin politely licking up and down the sides, taking his head into his mouth and dipping his tongue into his slit to make sure he's gotten everything, the slick warmth around him tight and desperate. It has him teetering at the very precipice of release, all he needs is a few more pumps and–
“Wait, can I–” Hyunjin interrupts as he finishes licking the last drop of cum off Minho's foot with a loud smack of his lips. He gets drawn between Minho's legs like a moth to a flame and crawls up to let his mouth hover right over Minho’s cock, hardly about to contain his desire. “I can blow you, if you want.”
God, Minho wants that so bad. And Hyunjin's perfect mouth is so close to where he wants it he could scream. All the sock juices he's ingested be damned.
“You want to?” Minho asks, gripping himself tightly, afraid he’ll cum the second Hyunjin gets his mouth on him because he's so close.
"Want to so bad," Hyunjin nods, sticking his tongue out, letting Minho slap the tip against it a few times before sinking down as far as he can comfortably, lips tight around him.
The soft inside of Hyunjin's mouth feels heavenly wrapped around him, even better than he'd imagined, pulling him in and devouring him like he's starved. Having held out for way too long now, Minho knows he isn't going to last for long, especially not with Hyunjin looking so pathetically thankful for his mouth to be stuffed again and all the little muffled moans he's letting out, dick likely overstimulated where it's trapped beneath him and rubbing against the sheets.
If Hyunjin was good at sucking his foot off, he’s amazing at sucking dick.
He presses his tongue in all the right places, lets drool slip past his lips and make the slide of his hand twisting below smoother. Hot, perfect suction as he bobs and twists and swallows down Minho’s cum with a satisfied groan, not wasting a single drop.
Minho convulses through his orgasm, heart pounding as he fists a hand back into Hyunjin's hair to ground himself. His hips tilt up, making Hyunjin gag one more time before he's pulling off, licking cum and spit from Minho's pubes.
It should be nasty, all the wetness and slurping, but he's not worried about that at all, too busy accepting that… that sure did happen. And he loved every second of it.
"Where did you learn to give head like that?" Is the first thing Minho asks when he calms down, not minding at all when Hyunjin eagerly straddles him, wrapping both arms around his neck.
Their size difference is really apparent like this, in more ways than one, their softening dicks laying close to one another as well as Hyunjin overall just fitting on his lap like an overgrown puppy would. But it's hot, being this close and this exposed, even with Hyunjin's warm breath laughing into his neck.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Hyunjin teases.
"Next time, I'll show you how a real master works their mouth and you'll be the one curious instead," Minho quips, rubbing his hands down Hyunjin's back.
Feeling him tense up, he pulls back to search his face for any sign of discomfort but finds him grinning.
"Next time?" He asks.
Minho laughs, "Come on, you're too big to not try out sometime." He smirks, watching Hyunjin pick at the skin on his lips shyly. He knows he's imagining it. "Maybe you can practice and even try to fit all ten of my toes by then. I'll wear fuzzy socks again, make it all special for you."
"How can you say stuff like that so casually?" Hyunjin buries his face in Minho's shoulder again, giggling as he presses kisses to the small sliver of skin there, clingy and making it impossible for Minho to cool down.
Somehow those small kisses make Minho's face burn more than it has all night, and he isn't sure how he feels about it. He has a lot of feelings he isn't sure about, actually.
"I just jacked you off with my feet," Minho rolls his head back, faking exasperation rather than letting himself dwell on why he's starting to feel emotional, "are we not close enough to joke about sex yet?"
Minho dares to look up at him and finds himself immediately, regretfully staring at Hyunjin's red, abused lips, so badly wanting to just lean up and– and…
"We've seen how joking can turn out, you know." Hyunjin scoots a little farther back on Minho's thighs, smiling softly, tired and satiated. All because of Minho.
"I guess you're right, huh?" Minho snorts.
"Well, then whenever you let me fuck you, I guess we'll see who's the one laughing."
Minho thinks he may be, just maybe, totally fucked.