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when it came to kinks, minho and jisung knew how to communicate.
it had all really started when the timid boy came to minho one night, sharing in hushed whispers about something he’d like to try with him in bed. jisung knew that minho would never shame him, but he couldn’t help but be so nervous.
and jisung was right. minho had agreed with open arms and helped him with his little “problems” (sometimes he would even discover a new kink he particularly enjoyed). not only did it help the two feel more “free” in bed, but it helped them learn more about each other. you think minho would’ve guessed that jisung would shyly ask him to manhandle him like a sack of potatoes in bed? or call him every little humiliating name in the book? minho certainly would not have, the first time he locked eyes onto the skinny, bright-eyed boy who seemed to light up his life.
so, minho and good were good at communicating.
so what was so hard about this one?
jisung doesn’t want to admit it, he thinks as he sits down on the toilet one night, legs pressed together slightly. he couldn’t help but feel the arousal that simply shitting brought him. maybe it was the filthiness, how taboo it felt to be turned on by a simple human function. it grew especially hard to hide his hushed moans and whimpers when his stomach really hurt. having to deal with hot, smelly diarrhea was something that uncharacteristically turned him on. there’s a moment throughout his day where he thinks about it (and ignores the tightness in his pants) at how weird it is… maybe he was the only person who thought it was hot.
and so he was wrong.
he found himself soon sitting on their shared bathroom floor, jerking off furiously to some shitty (quite literally) porno he had found. the sight of other people smearing shit and shitting into each others mouths turned jisung on even more than any other kink ever had. (and jisung didn’t want to admit that jerking off with a shit-smeared dick felt like absolute heaven.)
it was all one video that started it all. a video of two men, one fucking the other while shit was coming out of him. and god, jisung couldn’t just sit around any longer.
so the next time jisung and minho are in the middle of their heated makeout section, jisung thinks about it again. even when minho grinds down onto his crouch, all he can think about is the videos, the way his hot shit (or even minho’s) would coat his body and cock—
“wait..” minho stops kissing his neck, a puzzled expression on his face. jisung knows he looks like a deer caught in headlights, scared that he heard his own thoughts.
“you’re hard already?” minho asks casually, going back to planting small kisses on his neck. jisung can feel his ears heat up. “o-oh, uh, yeah.. i guess i’ve just been kind of worked up since you know, um…” minho just giggles and hums at his rambling.
it didn’t help how minho continued to silently remind him of the videos, and how badly he wanted to do it with him.
when they later discarded their clothes lazily, bodies still close together, minho hummed.
“ride me?” he asked, casual tone seering in comparison to his nervous, jumbled mind. still, jisung nodded, positioning himself over minho’s hard cock. usually he’d be more worked up over this, but his stomach felt… off…
“well? are you going to ride me, or are you waiting for chan to call us downstairs again?” minho joked, rubbing the sides of jisung’s waist as he straddled him. jisung gulped slightly, but nodded nonetheless. he prayed that he didn’t have to shit so minho wouldn’t be weirded it out (in reality, he hoped so).
agonizingly slow, he removed the buttplug slowly, scared that something would come out. once minho’s cock was lubed up, he slowly slid down, slower than usual. minho groaned softly, hands gripping his hips.
“you seem… quiet? more than usual.” minho talked softly as if jisung wasn’t riding him and slowly starting to pick up his speed. jisung scoffed playfully, trying to convince the elder that he was just fine.
“i’m okay, just thinking about stuff.” he decided to just leave it there.
after a few minutes of rigorous riding, jisung felt his stomach bubble. “uh…” he slowly his hips slightly.
“what?” minho semi-moaned, oblivious to jisung’s panic. “are you close? i’m about to cum.”
jisung whimpered, suddenly feeling something very hot and moist making a mess at his thighs. he looked down, tears prickling at his eyes. by minho’s cock was his own diarrhea, pooling over his balls and already making a mess of his stomach.
“o-oh my god, minho.. i-i’m so sorry, oh my god” jisung squeaked, already starting to raise himself off of minho who had a nonchalant expression. “please don’t think i’m gross, i swear i didn’t—”
“jisung-ah, please do be quiet.” and so he did, although he could already feel the tears of embarrassment and arousal flood down his face. “keep riding me. i don’t mind.”
jisung opened his eyes from when they were shut in surprise. “r-really?” minho hummed and nodded. and god, jisung really tried not to just bust a nut right then and there.
something he had longed for (for quite a while) was finally coming true. he slid himself down to the base of minho’s cock, feeling the long shaft throb softly under all of the shit in his ass.
“fuck… so tight jisung-ah…” minho sounded even hotter than before, and something awoke in jisung. he lifted his hips swiftly before slamming back down, causing a borderline pornographic moan to come out of him. once he started he couldn’t stop. as he fucked himself harshly, the more shit that came out and piled under him and onto minho’s shit-stained cock.
“ah! fuck, i’m so close.. please ..” jisung whined, turned on even more from the gross smell.
“fuck, cum for me jisung” jisung didn’t need to be told twice, cum so much that his thighs shook vigorously. minho followed soon afterwards, collapsing against their bedsheets.
they were definitely going to have to clean that later.