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The boy was intrigued by the delivery man who showed up at his door. Frowning, he signed where the guy motioned him to and thanked him when he handed him the package in return. His boyfriend hadn't let him know he was expecting a package while he was away. He didn't know where it came from, the name of the company unfamiliar. Putting the box on the table, he grabbed his phone, searching for the name but the results were irrelevant, which increased his curiosity to the maximum.

Because, yes. Minho is a sneaky, curious person. And everybody is aware of that— especially his boyfriend.

The chestnut-haired snapped his tongue in annoyance, squinting his black cat eyes as if they were X-rays as he scanned the mysterious package— and decided to text his man about it when his phone rang in his pocket.

[Hannie:]

I know you received my package...

don't you dare open it without my permission!

[Minho:]

Or else what?!

Yes. Minho is also a bit of a brat. He likes to do exactly the opposite of what he is asked to do. And everybody knows it too.

[Hannie:]

Or you'll be in trouble, Minho, I swear.

Minho frowned as he read the message, before a smirk appeared on his face. He had a nagging feeling that Jisung was trying to hide something really interesting in that box, and if it was something incriminating Minho was always up for playing with Jisung's nerves. After weighing the pros and cons for a moment, he finally made up his mind, and returned to the package with a knife that he had taken from one of the kitchen drawers. He cut the tape that sealed the box with a devious smile on his lips.

He was far from suspecting that the brunet was about to return to their home. And when Jisung opened the door of their apartment, it was to find a Minho trying on two large leather bracelets that he had discovered in the package.

The youngest leaned against the living room’s door frame, arms crossed, observing his boyfriend with a playful smirk. The aforementioned finally noticed his presence after a few moments, and turned in his direction with both his arms raised in front of him. Minho tilted his head in a silent question before shaking his wrists, making the metallic buckles of the bracelets tinkle.

“Your new bracelets— they're suspicious”, he said, the picture-perfect of innocence.

“I think they look good on you”, said the younger one in a laugh.

“I don’t see the point”, added the chestnut while bringing his wrists back in front of his eyes with a pout.

Jisung immediately thought that he would come to understand the interest of these bracelets very quickly later on, but preferred not to say anything for the moment, taking advantage of Minho's innocence as long as possible.

“And so— you specifically opened the package I ordered you not to open?” he asked as he approached his boyfriend.

He glanced into the box, noticing that the remaining items were still packed.

“I was curious, but what about it? Are you planning on going to a rock concert or something?”

Minho reached for another small box, but Jisung's fingers closed gently on his wrist to stop him. He hurried to ravish his boyfriend's lips before the latter could ask any question, and drew him into a chaste kiss.

“A concert perhaps— but not a rock one”, he murmured between two kisses. But can we get to the unboxing in a little while?” he suggested as he suddenly pulled Minho by the waist to hold him up close.

The older one let out a small, surprised sigh as Jisung was not usually the one to initiate these kinds of passionate moves.

“Did you miss me that much?” Minho asked, biting his lower lip and running his fingers over Jisung's still covered chest.

“Oh, you have no idea”, Jisung smiled in a husky voice as he began to slowly unbutton his lover's shirt.

Jisung leaned in to gently kiss his jaw, and let his lips follow his boyfriend's neck, gently sucking onto the delicate skin near his collarbone. Minho gasped as Jisung kissed the hickey he had just placed there, the mark turning into a pretty purple that the brunet found very attractive.

“It seems you’re the one who misses me though”, Jisung huffed before greedily taking possession of his lover’s lips.

His tongue found its way between Minho's lips to meet his, which Minho greeted with a moan of anticipation, and an erotic duel slowly began between the two of them. Their breaths hot against each other, and addictive. Minho let his shirt drop to the floor before bracketing his arms around the other’s neck, amplifying the contact of their bodies.

Minho could not help undulating against Jisung, because yes, he had missed him terribly. The other had gone to spend the weekend at his parents' without him who had a work matter to attend to, and Minho had never felt as alone as during the last three nights.

Jisung giggled against the other's lips as he felt how much Minho needed him in this moment, in this hurried kiss. Minho had always craved Jisung, his hands on him, his lips, him.

“Jisung— fuck me,” the older one let out in a soft breath.

This sounded like a desperate order to Jisung's ears and the dark-haired let out a low sigh before he broke away from Minho and turned away from him to close the gutted box still on the table.

“No. I told you that you would regret your curiosity…”

Minho threw himself against his back, hugging Jisung's waist as hard as he could with his arms. He rubbed his nose shyly between Jisung's shoulder blades, and the younger couldn't hold back a smirk.

“Please— Jisung. Forgive me”, he begged weakly.

“Do you really think you are convincing?” Jisung turned around, leaning nonchalantly against the table, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked his boyfriend straight in the eye, one eyebrow arched.

“Well, okay! I'm not sorry”, Minho said, raising his chin defiantly. “But I really want you”. 

“Oh really?” the dark-haired chuckled as Minho picked up the wandering of his hands, beginning to remove Jisung's belt buckle.

“Yes. I want you to turn me on and make love to me as you do so well, I want you to forgive me, I want—”

“You want a lot of things, Minho," the younger cut him off. “But be careful what you wish for”.

The gleam that lit up in Jisung's chocolate eyes was new and Minho frowned for a moment, not knowing how to interpret it. Jisung loved Minho from the depths of his soul. Both of them knew that. He had always made his elder's wishes his highest priority, but Minho did not know what this new spark was about.

The brunet laid his hands on Minho’s waist to drag him firmly towards himself and to dive into his neck, making Minho’s eyes widen in surprise. Jisung’s lips were scorching against him and as he began to nibble at his skin, Minho tipped his head backwards in a moan. Jisung took advantage of this offering to dart his tongue against his Adam’s apple, feeling it roll while Minho swallowed noisily.

The fingers anchored to Minho's waist tightened in a spasm before running up his body. One went up his spine agonisingly slowly and, in his impatience, the motion seemed to Minho almost as long as a journey between Busan and Seoul.

When Jisung began to undulate his hips against Minho’s whilst slipping his tongue between his lips, the chestnut haired let his moans bleed into the kiss as the brunet clenched his fist around the hair at the nape of his neck. 

Jisung feasted on the sounds which escaped Minho’s lips as if it was a divine nectar, and when he finally felt his erection against him, his free hand hastened to press and knead it slowly above Minho’s pants. The cry of pleasure that Minho let out forced him to break the kiss, all but misty-eyed and sparkled conscience.

“You're really hungry,” Jisung breathed against his lips, teasing.

“For you? Always!" he all but gasped in response.

“Do you trust me?”

“No," Minho answered mischievously.

Jisung let out a frustrated grunt which made Minho giggle for a short while. His laughter turned to a yelp as Jisung's grip tightened on his trapped length. “I'm not kidding Minho, be serious with me here, this is important! Do you trust me or not?” His gaze locked to Minho’s, Jisung let his hand coax the growing bulge under his palm. The gesture was flattering, unabashedly so.

“Fuck!" mewled Minho, starting to lose his composure. “Yes, I trust you”

“Just say ‘coriander’ whenever and we stop, alright?”

Jisung's hand had forsaken the other’s crotch to caress his belly with his fingertips, soft touches that could have been driving Minho mad. The chestnut haired nodded briskly, far too eager to make Jisung comply.

“Use your words!" Jisung's voice snapped in the air between them.

“Alright! Coriander, I got it!"

The annoyed tone that he had used, the not-so-subtle roll of his eyes, that didn’t settle well with Jisung, but he did not let any of it break through his expression. His fingers quickly unbuttoned Minho's pants as the latter leaned into his neck, breathing in his natural scent, still slightly tinted with the latent woody and peppery fragrances of his perfume. Minho pressed his lips at the nape of Jisung’s neck, smiling as much as possible when the latter's hands slipped between the layers of his open jeans and his boxer briefs to grope at his butt firmly.

Minho raised his head, smiling at his lover. Jisung leaned in, letting his lips meet a collarbone, slowly moving down in a trail of wet kisses to one of the nipples that perked up, tempting. When the brunet blew on it, Minho's fingers rested on the back of his head as he tipped his own back with a contented sigh, his eyes closed.

Jisung felt Minho’s fingers, that played distractedly with his hair, tighten when he caught the tempting nipple between his lips, biting it while he was at it. With a skillful movement, he took advantage of that moment to make the pants fall from Minho's hips, and the latter stepped over them before giving a kick to the piece of cloth to push it back only heaven knows where. Jisung's lips continued to devour the body on display, drifting on its flat and muscular belly. A teasing tongue came to trace sensually the contours of his abs before licking into his navel, mimicking the act that Minho was, at this moment, persuaded to have initiated.

The aforementioned let out a hoarse moan, losing his fingers even more in the dark hair, and Jisung took the opportunity to rid him of his last garment, his dick already standing proudly. A single time, Jisung touched it with his fingertips, starting from its base and lingering for a few seconds on the tip.

“In front? Or behind?”

Minho blinked a few times at Jisung's sudden and unexpected question. Not having the slightest idea of what was really behind this request, he nevertheless hastened to answer the second option with a playful smile. Jisung smiled back quickly before pressing back his plump lips against Minho’s skin. He kissed his groin, going up slowly until he met one of his hips, fanning the fire that had already lit in the lower belly of his lover.

Some burning sighs crossed the barrier of Minho’s lips, and he lowered his head, bursting at Jisung’s sight, who reveled in his skin. He was ecstatic and triumphant. Having succeeded in getting what he wanted, his lover's resentment for his bravado already seemed far behind, as Jisung was busy building that tension and seemed just as hungry as he was.

Jisung's crescent lips and tongue continued to navigate every inch of that offered belly as a hand skimmed up his ribs before tracing over the contours of one of his pecs. His muscles tensed in anticipation, and Minho felt Jisung's breath against his crotch as he chuckled. Fingers came to claw at one of Minho’s nipples, drawing a surprised cry from him, and the younger one straightened to fix his gaze to Minho’s. The latter could only let out a groan of frustration because he sincerely thought that Jisung, who had been so close to his virility a few seconds before, was going to take care of his painfully awake length.

“Turn around”, whispered Jisung near his ear, lightly pinching the nipple still between his fingers.

And Minho could only execute himself with an eager moan, arching himself the most sensually he could against Jisung. Placing himself as much as possible against Jisung's hips. His naked butt met the rough fabric of the jeans, and he felt the heat that emanated from Jisung through the clothes. The latter clung to him, putting a hand against his stomach and began to rut against him at a very measured pace while he nibbled at the junction between the shoulder and the nape of Minho’s neck.

“Sung! Please. I can't take it anymore— take off your clothes!" Minho implored in a weak sigh.

“How impatient you are—”

Jisung's hand that lay against his abs went down, seizing his cock without prior notice to keep him silent with a single skillful flick of his fist. The moan that escaped Minho’s lips while he arched even more sounded like the most pleasant music to Jisung’s ears.

While Minho was only begging, pliant under his lips and hand, with the other one he discreetly rummaged in the box on the table behind him, smiling against Minho’s back when his fingers closed around what he was looking for. Both hands went up, teasingly, to Minho’s shoulders, which he massaged for a moment. The chestnut-haired relaxed a little, and Jisung kissed the nape of his neck when he felt him melting under his small attention. His fingers then trailed onto his arms, retracing his defined triceps before skimming softly the inside of his elbows. A powerful shiver traveled down Minho’s spine when Jisung insisted for a few seconds on this point that was particularly sensitive. The caresses continued until they reached the two bracelets, which rattled subtly as Jisung’s digit met them. Jisung gripped the two metallic loops that decorated them and stuck them together with a small snap hook. Then he slapped the palm of his hand on Minho’s ass. A small laugh slipped from Jisung’s lips when Minho slightly jumped with a surprised gasp.

“What? Wait…”

He turned back to face Jisung, all wide eyes and mouth agape. Completely dumbfounded with what was happening.

“I was asking about your wrists... If you preferred to have them tied on your front or on your back”, the brunet said, clearly amused, before returning to caress Minho’s pleading erection. “You remember what I said about ‘coriander’?” he asked enticingly.

Minho was panting, on the edge of a precipice when his lover's hand left his body, so he nodded with an eagerness that Jisung had rarely seen. As long as his boyfriend continued what he was doing, Minho just wished that Jisung would take care of him and that he would set him free from this tension that was building up. And Jisung knew it perfectly. He slid a hand to Minho’s jawline, then lent a single kiss on his forehead.

He grabbed the buckle of his belt, sliding it out of the loops of his jeans to remove it completely, then, without taking his eyes off of Minho, he rolled it around his fist before setting it on the table with a teasing smile. Minho could only hardly swallow at the sight of Jisung who popped open the button of his own pants with expert fingers.

“Kneel down. Can you do that for me?" Jisung asked with a warm voice.

The older one nodded again, still unable to speak, taking the position at his lover's feet. He then raised his glance towards Jisung, looking at him through his long lashes. He believed that he could have come simply from the sight when he crossed Jisung’s predatory gaze, who towered him whilst lifting a hand against his jaw. Minho leaned his head into Jisung’s palm to amplify the contact, and the latter brushed his cheek distractedly with his thumb, encouraging him silently.

Minho shyly approached his face to the bulge facing him, red blooming furiously on his cheeks when he realized that he had no other way than his mouth to release his lover’s shaft. It was a degrading experience, to a remarkable extent, yet it was also incredibly exciting. Minho, who has never felt both emotions simultaneously, was holding back from moaning as he felt the fire raging so much in his lower belly.

With his tongue, he found the zipper of Jisung’s pants, lifting it just enough to be able to wedge it between his teeth and pull it down, revealing the stretched underwear over Jisung's erection as the pants slid down to his hips. Minho let out a frustrated groan as he wondered how he was going to get past that final barrier of fabric covering what he really wanted. His watery eyes slowly rose to observe Jisung.

“Sung—” he mewled weakly.

The latter gave him a broad smile before caressing his hair with his hand. “Are you giving up already, princess?”

The nickname went straight to his crotch, making him groan in shame as he felt his dick throb in sweet torture. This situation, this side of Jisung, everything, was so new and exhilarating that he wasn't sure he would remain in control for long. In response, he rubbed his nose against the bulge distorting the fabric, inhaling the musky smell to bathe himself in while he heard Jisung sigh in ease above him.

As he gave small kisses, he felt the erection growing harder against his cheek and the first drops of pre-cum wetting the underwear. He licked over the fabric, and Jisung pushed out a hoarse moan of pleasure. Minho felt the hand tightening in his hair, maintaining him against Jisung's boner as the aforementioned had thrown his head back, eyes shut.

Minho’s eyes flickered as he continued to lap it up. The smell of sex that was beginning to fill his nostrils had an aphrodisiac effect on him, and Jisung's complaints finished starving him. Minho forced on his useless wrists, frustrating him even more than he already was, and with a tinkle of the leather restraints, his fists loosened behind his back as he resigned himself. He caught the elastic of the boxer between his teeth, slightly scratching Jisung's skin in his haste, and still managed to free his lover's shaft before sitting back on his heels for a moment.

Minho's knees were beginning to ache due to the prolonged pressure exerted on his kneecaps against the tile floor. However, the discomfort was nothing in comparison to his fervent desire to freely taste Jisung's tempting and warm body against his. Minho raised his head a little and watched Jisung slowly pull his shirt over his head. Licking his lips, Minho’s gaze hovered over Jisung’s defined muscles, and the scenery literally made his mouth water. He flickered his eyes innocently as he looked at the shirt in the brunet’s hands, then at the ground between them, before returning to fix his gaze to Jisung’s. The latter started to wiggle the clothing in his hand.

“Oh? Do you need this?”

Minho nodded, biting his lower lip with a naughty smile that faded when the shirt flew a few feet away from him and landed on the ground in a muffled sound.

“Oops, it slipped out of my hands!" Jisung teased with a smirk at Minho's outraged expression. “You'll have to do without it or go and get it yourself”.

“You’re a pain in the ass, Jisung!” pestered Minho.

Jisung only laughed at the remark, while Minho waddled on his knees toward the garment. He began to sigh angrily, trying his best to grab the cloth with bound hands, which only made his lover's laughter redouble as he kept his eyes on him.

“That's right, laugh it up while you can," Minho muttered softly as his fingers finally caught what they were looking for.

He returned to position himself at Jisung’s feet, who had taken the opportunity to get rid of his last clothes, and he placed the shirt awkwardly on the floor, trying to fold it in half. He clicked his tongue, annoyed to see that it was not very conclusive, but still ended up putting his knees onto it after a short while, sighing when the discomfort faded immediately. Minho raised his head, throwing a death glare at his boyfriend, who crouched quickly in front of him, and Jisung stroked languidly his still-hard cock, drawing a satisfied yowl from Minho. 

“So proud, yet so eager to beg”, Jisung observed.

Minho groaned at his lover’s words; they were pure truth. His insolence had melted like snow in the sun with a simple contact of Jisung’s hand on him, and Minho had never felt so ashamed as at this moment. A plaintive mess under the nonchalant touch that Jisung agreed to grant him. He would have almost cried when the latter left his painfully hard dick to straighten up. Jisung approached enough so that his own cock was only a few inches away from Minho's face.

“Now, take what you've been craving for a while," he cooed as he gently petted the back of Minho’s head.

Minho clenched his jaws, holding back from pouncing on him under the ravenous greed he felt. He raised his doe eyes to stare defiantly into Jisung's chocolate orbs, then lifted his chin, pursing his lips and shaking his head slightly from side to side. He may have been kneeling, needy as hell, but he still refused the position of weakness that Jisung wanted to make him feel. Minho was and had always been haughty, imperious, arrogant—

“Oh, ‘kay, let's stop everything then," Jisung said, pretending to bend over to retrieve his underwear.

“No!" Minho quickly almost shouted, blushing hard.

“No?”

Jisung had asked in a soft voice, but his smile betrayed him. Minho leaned his forehead against Jisung’s naked hip for a short while, trying to hide the redness that was blooming on his cheeks and ears, and Jisung's fingers still in his hair made a soft pressure against his scalp. By this simple gesture, Jisung let him know all the tenderness and pride that he felt at this moment for him, and Minho let himself be carried by the euphoria that swelled in him.

He leaned to subtly put his mouth against Jisung’s groin, kissing the flesh on the path that his plump lips had chosen. Jisung let a sigh pass his lips when Minho finally placed a first wet kiss at the base of his shaft. Minho's tender lips brushed against the entire length of it, moving up in a slow pace. When he placed his lips on the tip, Minho looked up, determined, and Jisung was forced to dive into his eyes. He shivered, Minho not breaking eye contact when he darted quickly the tip of his tongue on the head that was already leaking beads of pre-cum.

A feline smile appeared on Minho’s face when Jisung let out a weak moan, encouraging him to finally languidly lick his cock as he desired. With care, sliding his expert tongue on every inch of the sensitive skin offered to him, also kissing it sometimes when Jisung’s moans became deeper and deeper. Minho salivated profusely, as if he were tasting the most delicious of sweets, and his tongue swirled around Jisung’s rosy head before he pulled back slightly, licking his lips before blowing on the tip that stood proudly before him.

Jisung's dick twitched desperately, leaking a little more, his precum mixing with Minho's saliva, glistening. And Jisung let out a plaintive grunt as a little laughter seized Minho at the sight.

“Stop playing Minho!" Jisung ordered, tightening his fingers around the strands of hair he was already holding.

And a hoarse moan escaped him when Minho, his malicious glance turned to him, opened his mouth wide and lolled his tongue, a trickle of saliva hanging at the tip of it. Minho waited, motionless, putting Jisung’s refrain to the test before the latter finally gave in first. Jisung bucked his hips in front of him, searching for the touch of Minho’s lips and mouth on his painfully hard dick, and Minho finally gave him what both desired with a brief amused chuckle.

His tongue slid against the underside of his cock as he took it into his mouth, his lips closing around its head with a light pressure as he started bobbing his head in a dragging rhythm.

“Minho... you are- it's aah∼”

Jisung let out a strangled complaint as Minho sucking him further and further into his mouth, and the humming of contentment he emitted echoed directly on Jisung’s dick. Minho glanced at him, and a hint of pride swelled in his chest. Jisung looked back at him intensely, probing into his soul, as a furious blush bloomed on his cheeks. When, in a wider movement, the length in his mouth went to brush the back of his throat, Minho took advantage of it, swallowing not to choke.

“Aaah~ Min'! More- ah- yes," Jisung blurted out, eyelids fluttering furiously.

Minho did not let him voice what he really wished for. Faster, or deeper, Minho didn't care. He wanted to take over, to be the one to decide how and when Jisung would be satisfied. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking slightly, creating a pressure that he knew was one of the most pleasant while he trailed his lips up Jisung's dick. Minho made use of the movement to lavish the head of his cock with his tongue, licking and sucking it, before going down again just as slowly. Jisung’s fingers in his hair and the pleasured moans he did not withhold encouraged him to take it entirely. His nose brushing against Jisung’s pelvis, Minho pushed a small grunt, whose vibrations echoed on the cock in his throat and weighting on his tongue.

“Hng, faster, Minho, more!”

“Hm?”

Jisung whined weakly as Minho did not accede to his request, continuing deep-throating him at a pace that frustrated the brunet more than ever, driving him crazy.

“Aren't you- aah~ planning to lis- hmm~ listen?" Jisung asked with difficulty, lowering his gaze to Minho’s.

Continuing bobbing his head on Jisung’s dick, Minho hummed twice as a negation, with a too satisfied and amused look on his face to Jisung’s taste. And when Minho’s lips reached the base of his length once again, Jisung put his hand at the back of his lover’s head to keep him in place. Minho let out a discontented grunt, raising his eyes towards Jisung, who showed a grin despite his chopped breath.

Minho waited, his jaws aching from holding the position, but he forced himself to keep a calm breath so he wouldn't choke around Jisung. The spit that had pooled in his mouth slipped from the corner of his lips to run down his chin, and a few drops fell to the floor. His eyes fogged up as he was taking the measure of Jisung’s dick filling him completely, but also with the humiliation he felt to be controlled this way. The thought hit him hard, and his own untouched dick twitched and throbbed, making him want to squeeze his thighs to try to relieve himself. Minho liked this submission much more than he thought he would, and as his cheeks turned scarlet at this sudden realization, he moaned around Jisung.

“Since you're not listening, princess, I'll show you how to take care of me." Jisung smiled.

His manipulative smirk was in total opposition to the infinitely soft caresses that he made in Minho’s hair before freeing him. Minho coughed for a moment, saliva still dripping between his reddened and swollen lips in a thin stream.

Jisung helped him stand up, hands resting on his arms to secure him in the maneuver, and as they were face to face, they looked each other in the eye for a while. Jisung shortened this moment as he leaned to lick Minho’s chin before kissing him imperiously. Minho answered just as savagely to the kiss, making their tongues met in a fierce fight, while he felt Jisung dragging him he did not know where.

The back of his knees bumped against the seat of a chair, and it knocked him off balance, forcing him to sit whilst Jisung leaned forward to maintain the kiss they were exchanging with a still new fervor. The heated kiss broke as Minho was out of breath. Minho let himself fall against the backrest behind him. His head spinning slightly, struggling to keep his eyes open, he watched his lover. The sight Jisung offered him, breathless and licking his lips with a rapturous smile, stirred something keenly in Minho's stomach. An animalistic, carnal hunger.

Jisung noticed with delight Minho's pupils dilating under desire. Minho moved closer to kiss him again, and Jisung waited patiently for their breath to mingle, for their lips to brush slightly against each other before straightening up with a smirk. Minho let out a frustrated groan, trying to stand up despite Jisung's hands on his shoulders holding him down.

“You are not allowed to get up, do you understand?" the brunet said, taking a step back.

Minho had no desire to listen to him, and as he began to straighten up, Jisung's voice cracked in the air, more serious and threatening than before.

“If you get up, I'll stop everything, and you'll be on your own for this one!”

Minho froze, observing his lover, trying to decipher any expression, any clue, that would indicate that he lied, but he did not find any. Then he surrendered, remaining in his chair, tears building up at the corner of his eyes because of how much he needed him.

“Good boy!" Jisung taunted. “Now watch and learn what I want from you!”

While he searched for a second in the box, which was always on the table, Jisung could not help smiling when he saw Minho shaking in impatience on his chair. Jisung’s fingers quickly found what they sought, and when he extracted a brand-new fleshlight out of the box, his lover’s eyes widened and a small laugh passed Jisung’s lips. This type of toy was perhaps unusual for Minho, but he was not so innocent as to ignore its utility. Jisung also took a bottle of lube that was in the package and placed a small amount at the entrance of the flexible sheath. Finally, understanding what Jisung was getting at, Minho shifted in his chair and whimpered.

“Behave!" Jisung exclaimed, knitting his eyebrows.

“Jisung no, please, I-”

“I want you to imagine that it could have been you if you had been obedient. Look carefully, Minho, look how I can pleasure myself even if you only do what you want.” Jisung smiled maliciously at his lover before sliding inside the toy with a demonstrative moan. The transparent material that deliciously enclosed his erection left little to the imagination, showing without shame his dick thrusting back and forth to the rhythm that he desired.

While he continued to grant himself this pleasure, Jisung let his head fall back in a contented sigh before subtly accelerating his movements’ pace. And when he started to moan again at this delicious stimulation, he returned to fix his watery gaze on Minho who had still not moved. All the muscles of the older one were tensed from holding back so much that the top of his body leaned in Jisung’s direction. Minho wished so hard to be able to approach him, his glance fixed on Jisung’s cock continuing to thrust inside the fleshlight. Minho let out a frustrated whine while waddling on his chair, getting as close as possible to the edge.

“Hmm Min' Aaah~ Min-hoo~”

“I- please, let me- Sungie~ I want to-”

“N-aah- no!” Jisung shook his head to refuse the request, plunging his gaze into Minho’s pleading one. Minho was driven mad by this dilemma. Waiting for Jisung to change his mind and finally give him the attention and pleasure that he asked for, or to get up to put an end to this torture and obtain nothing in the end. Minho could not think anymore, his whole body suffering deeply while he struggled to satisfy the order of his lover. His erection was painful, seeking only the briefest friction to try to relieve the pent-up desire that burned within him. The leather cuffs that held his hands behind his back came back to his mind as he struggled uselessly, and an idea crossed his mind, striking in a brief flash of lucidity.

His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he bit his lower lip as he looked down to his own erection, his head reddened and oozing, neglected for so long. And the unbearable desire Minho felt at that moment helped him overcome his shame as he tightened his legs together. An almost inaudible sigh escaped through his lips when he began to rub his thighs against each other, creating a new sensation, a light friction at the base of his shaft. But as he returned his gaze to Jisung who was still facing him while giving himself pleasure, Minho wanted more.

Head tilted back, searching for his breath through his half-open lips, drops of sweat rolling down his throat, Jisung moaned Minho’s name over and over. His strokes were made slower on his dick, as if he tried to make the pleasure last, voluntarily refusing orgasm for himself. Jisung expired noisily, raising his face when he heard Minho let out a long moan, and a gleam of surprise illuminated the brunet’s features. The older one, who did not quit eyeing him, ended up leaning forward, his chest almost on his thighs. And when Jisung noticed the subtle movements of Minho’s thighs, he understood immediately what Minho was doing. With an air of challenge, a sly smile hemmed the lips of the elder.

“Who gave you the right?" Jisung let out.

“I took the left”, Minho braved, somewhat out of breath as his smile widened sneakily.

Jisung stopped jerking himself as he pulled out from the transparent fleshlight and let it fall to the floor, and he saw Minho's eyes widen for a brief moment as they looked at his cock still glistening with lube. As a reflex, Minho straightened up and licked his lips to humidify them.

“If you could see yourself, Min'... A hungry little slut," Jisung laughed.

Minho could only groan shamefully at these words, he would never dare to confess the effect they had on him. It was the first time that they tried dirty talk, and Minho would never have thought to be so sensitive to this kind of practice; however, he knew well that Jisung was not fooled, since the latter looked at Minho’s dick twitching with want.

“You want it, don't you?" Jisung said, and Minho nodded frantically. “Then use your words!”

“I- aah~ I w- I want to...” Minho bit his lip, blushing furiously, his dick pulsating again, and he raised his imploring and tearful eyes in his lover’s while continuing to rub his thighs together. “Please! I want to- let me- let me suck your dick, I- Ji'... please.”

“On condition that you-”

“Anything you want! Anything! Please.”

Jisung would have been lying if he had said that Minho's watery eyes and desperate tone at that moment did not arouse him. He was the one who had initiated this little power play, this fantasy that had been nagging at him in secret for a while now. He had only just become aware of the self-control that this domination required, whilst his only desire at the moment was to throw himself on Minho as soon as possible.

“Go wait for me on your knees, in front of the sofa.”

Minho was not told twice, hastening to do what Jisung claimed he should; his resistance had given up like a rubber band that had been stretched too much for too long. Kneeling on the carpet of the living room, sitting on the ball of his feet. His back turned to Jisung, he waited, shaking in impatience. Jisung observed him for a moment, breathing deeply to give himself strength, before recovering the last items in the box and setting them on the table. He gauged them for a while, passing his fingers over each one of them, hesitating. His glance deviated towards Minho, who was still turning his back to him, and seeing him rubbing his thighs again, he made up his mind, finally grabbing two of the three remaining items before moving towards his lover.

Minho felt Jisung approaching and crouching down right behind him. He didn't move to turn around when he felt Jisung’s fingers caressing his rendered useless arms. His own breath caught in his throat as Jisung’s one brushed over his neck before the plump lips settled there, kissing and licking the thin skin. A trail of kisses traveled up to his ear, and a shaky whine passed his lips as Jisung went to nibble his earlobe sensually. The younger one passed his arm around Minho's waist, who leaned against Jisung’s chest, and Jisung’s digits went to lightly touch his inner thigh before sliding to his knee.

“Spread your legs princess”, Jisung breathed out in Minho's ear.

The latter let out a small squeak as he felt his dick twitch again at the nickname, and a burning shiver shot through his whole body as he complied, cheeks flushed, to Jisung’s request. Jisung’s fingers slowly moved up against his leg, leaving Minho panting and shivering against him, before caressing his needy erection. Minho's blaze of pleasure seemed to echo in his mind.

“Good boy”, Jisung congratulated him before kissing his neck. “Now stand on your knees and don't move”.

Minho watched as Jisung slipped a leather strap similar to his bracelets around his thigh, just above his knee. He let out a small, surprised cry as he felt Jisung squeeze the strap around to buckle it. Quickly, it was repeated on his other leg, and then Jisung put his hands on his shoulders to make him sit again. The vision of the leather gripping his own flesh ignited a scorching heat in Minho’s shaking body. Jisung straightened up to place himself in front of him with a small grin, twirling a steel tube about twelve inches between his fingers.

“You're going to be beautiful like that”, Jisung praised with a hoarse voice before clicking the bar to the places provided on the leather.

Minho did not have time to react that much because Jisung caught his neck in his hand to drag him against his lips, his tongue immediately clearing a way to meet his twin in a fiery and disordered kiss. His other hand rested on Minho's chest, feeling his heart beating at full speed against his palm. Grabbing chestnut hair between his fingers, he pulled gently on it to break the kiss and expose Minho's neck, which he wanted to ravage with his lips. Jisung sucked and licked the skin within his reach, making Minho sigh.

When Jisung's lips closed around one of Minho’s nipples while the hand on his chest went down to scratch his groin, Minho pushed a groan and tried to close his legs by reflex. He let out a surprised exclamation when he realized that the bar had been attached to the thigh harnesses precisely to prevent this. Jisung stepped back to look at his lover, fingers still playing near his erected length, and the vision he witnessed at that moment made his heart skip a beat.

Minho was looking at him, eyes slightly wandering but pleading, tears of pleasure pooling in his eyes. His breath was erratic, and every muscle in his body seemed to be struggling to break free from the restraints. Jisung thought that he had never seen Minho as vulnerable as he was at this moment. The older one watched him without looking away, imploring, his lower lip captive between his teeth, waiting. Jisung gently raised his other hand, laying it delicately on Minho’s jawline. And Minho nested his face in his touch.

“You are beautiful,” Jisung complimented him tenderly. “The most beautiful, the most obedient, I am so proud of you, Minho.”

The latter let out a plaintive moan with a small pout on his face, pressing his face even more against Jisung’s burning palm.

“Princess?” Jisung tried, uncertain, and Minho's features softened in a small sigh. ‘I'm proud of you, my princess," he corrected with a fond smile.

“Jisung~," Minho whimpered, "I w-want-”

“Still no coriander?”

“No!" Minho answered with a shake of his head and a frown. “You! I want you!”

“Your wish is my command, my love.”

Jisung leaned to press his lips chastely against Minho’s before straightening up and sitting on the edge of the sofa in front of him.

“I'm all yours, my sweet, my perfect little princess; you deserve to be rewarded, come here!”

Wobbling forward as best he could, Minho licked his lips and swallowed as he thought back to the lesson Jisung had shown him earlier. He stared at the erection near his face before looking up at Jisung, searching for approval, and Jisung ran a hand through Minho’s hair, nodding with a smile.

Minho did not wait longer, he hastened to close his lips around the head, dipping his tongue into the slit before swallowing all of it. Jisung cried in pleasure, arching his back, struck by the sensation. He may not have shown it before, but he was also on the edge of the same precipice as Minho, and the heat of his mouth around his cock was exquisite. When Minho picked up the pace, faithful to the lesson that had been given to him, Jisung knew that he was not going to last long, and his fingers closed again on the hair under his hands to try to stay grounded. Minho grunted when Jisung tried to pull him back, the vibration reverberating too pleasantly along his now-too-sensitive dick.

“Aaah~ Min' stop, stop! I- I'll aaan~ yes. I'll aah Minhoo~”

Minho was unable to stop now, he just wanted to please Jisung. To hear him moan his name like that, over and over again, to be the good boy and the perfect little princess the younger had praised earlier. He did this for Jisung’s as much as his own pleasure. Minho felt this compelling need, burning everything in its path. He wanted Jisung's hands on him, to come to the point of breaking his voice, to feel him inside. He wanted Jisung to desire him as much as himself desired Jisung.

The moans that Jisung did not retain started to amplify, mingling with the noises of wet suction Minho made working for his pleasure, and this erotic melody bewitched Minho more than a reasonable amount. His reason fading to the profit of throbbing desire, he accelerated the rhythm around Jisung, occulting completely the pain that he felt in his jaw. His nose rubbed against Jisung’s lower belly a first time, and while he went up, he saw Jisung’s abs contracting hard, inciting him to do it again. Again and again, as fast as he could, desperately. The music of Jisung's complaints and sighs of pleasure in his ears, Jisung's dick brushing the back of his throat with each bob of his head. Yes, Minho was desperate, his mind turning white from being so full and yet wanting so much more.

Minho felt the spasms growing in his lower body and along his own neglected cock. He felt that he had never been so close to come as at this moment, with only his mouth for stimulation. His head was spinning pleasantly, his breath constrained by the rapid pace he was setting for himself. His reddened and swollen lips met the base of Jisung's again, and Jisung’s hand settled at the back of his neck to keep him there. Not expecting it, Minho could not take his breath, asphyxiating himself with Jisung’s fragrance in his nostrils and the length that weighed pleasantly on his tongue, filling his mouth and his throat.

An orgasm such as he had never experienced before ravaged him on the spot, as he struggled slightly, moaning his pleasure as best he could around Jisung’s length. The hand on the back of his neck gently caressed his hair, and he slowly raised his misty eyes to Jisung before letting out a long, pleading sigh as the tears began to flow. And this vision finished to consume Jisung who enjoyed a powerful orgasm in his turn. When Jisung came in Minho’s throat in a hoarse cry, his fingers clinging to his hair, the elder continued to lick and swallow until the last drop he could collect, letting Jisung savor his orgasm until the end. Then he sat back on his heels, still trembling with all his body.

Breathing heavily as he reconnected to the moment, Jisung noticed that Minho was still on the verge of tears. The latter was staring at him, blinking to chase away the tears that were pooling there.

“You came without being touched”, smiled Jisung, so fond while petting his hair, and Minho pressed his head against his palm.

“Ji-jisung~,” he sniffed with a broken voice before shamefully lowering his eyes.

Jisung also lowered his gaze, and his heart missed a beat as he noticed the still erect and reddened length between Minho's thighs, perfectly immaculate. Tears silently ran down Minho’s cheeks as he bit his lip, looking more confused than ever.

“Oh princess!" the younger one purred softly.

“I... I-I don't…”

“Of course you did, my love. You had what is called a dry orgasm, that's all,” he said tenderly. “You are fabulous, Minho; you are really perfect. I am so proud of you.”

Jisung continued to praise him until he calmed down, wiping his tears with his fingertips. Then he crouched down to look at him straight in the eye, cupping Minho’s face in his hands, and offered him a soft and reassuring smile. Minho answered him with a small, bashful smile before puckering his lips, and Jisung could not refuse him.

Their lips met, gently at first, then the kiss quickly became wet and messy. The touch on his still-sensitive lips made Minho moan slightly, and the moan soon turned into a pleasured purr as one of Jisung's hands roamed along his chest hungrily. Jisung broke the kiss, breathless, as his fingers gently pinched one of Minho’s nipples.

“Look at them,” he says. “So proudly erect, almost begging for me to take care of them.”

“Sung, I- please I- aah~” Minho's request died in a small cry when Jisung’s tongue came to swirl around the second nipple, his fingers still playing with the first one.

Jisung wanted to worship the man under his touch, to show him how much he loved and desired him all the time, how much he admired him. He caught the nub between his lips, fully tasting the salty skin against his tongue, sucking gently as Minho sighed under his lips. Jisung placed his hand against the finely muscled chest, taking his other pec in his palm, thumbing at the pointed nipple in a soft pressure and small circular movements. He couldn't help but smile against Minho's skin when he felt him struggle against his cuffs.

“Jisung, please-oh!”

He arched his back in surprise when Jisung caught the nipple between his teeth to nibble it, and his free hand slid sinuously over Minho’s abs, moving down to wrap his fingers around his still intact erection.

“Aah! More Jisung, more!" He begged. "Hnn~ yes!" he moaned as a slight stroking movement began.

Minho could not repress his pleasured moans, he was only supplications under the lips and the warm hands of his lover. Jisung had reduced him to a small, imploring thing under his touch. Abruptly stopped all his fondles, Jisung parted from Minho who could only whimper out of frustration, adjuring him to touch him and to love him still.

“Get up,” he invited him by helping him to stand, “we'll go to the bedroom.”

Minho flickered his eyes and gave a little cry when Jisung grabbed him as if he were no heavier than a feather and slung him over his shoulder. The brunet maintained Minho with an arm around his knees and roamed a delicate hand against his back to tell him to stay still before heading towards their room. Minho saw him quickly grab an object on the table corner with his free hand, but didn't have time to distinguish it.

Albeit Jisung's eagerness, which felt thick in the air, Minho was seated delicately on the edge of the bed. He had thought to be thrown with bluntness on the mattress, while Jisung would invite himself above him. He raised his gaze, eyelashes fluttering for a moment. Jisung leaned to ravish his lips again and, in the languorous kiss they exchanged, slipped his hands behind Minho’s back to untie his wrists. As a reflex, his arms free of their movements, Minho immediately closed his fist on his own erection in a touch that he could finally offer himself.

Minho let himself be carried by the euphoria of their tongues mixing in a more and more messy way, their teeth clashing awkwardly sometimes as the desire was so strong. His hand became more insistent on his dick, his thumb tracing slightly the shapes of the head, then in a more pressed way on his wet and sensitive slit. Minho’s abs contracted under the electrifying pleasure that hit him, and he let a long moan bleed in the kiss. Jisung moved back, fixing his gaze on Minho’s almost absent one, while a thread of saliva still connected them. Minho’s pupils were dilated, almost occulting the dark chocolate of his wandering eyes, and his mouth remained half-opened in a satisfied yowl. And Jisung finally noticed the reason.

“Ah no, princess no!” he scolded him.

He gently pried off Minho’s hand to prevent him from continuing to touch himself, and connected the bracelet on his wrist to the outer attachment of his thigh harness. Then, not wanting Minho to do it again, he did the same thing with his other wrist on his other thigh before detaching the spreader bar that connected them together. “A good little princess must be cherished," he said gently.

“Please! Please Jisung!" Minho begged. His tone was like a strangled sob as he tried to free his wrists, desperately forced to the sides of his knees. “Touch me, kiss me, I- please Sung~ I want- I want…”

“So impatient for someone who just came, don't you think? So capricious, asking for more and more.”

As Minho pleaded over and over, his words following each other like a litany, Jisung grabbed the object he had taken from the table as he passed by to show it to Minho. A simple silver ring, held by two leather straps that were attached with a small loop. Minho bit his lips, trying to contain his pleas as he opened his eyes, surprised. The younger one grinned, understanding that Minho knew perfectly what it was.

“Oh… I see that you are not that innocent princess,” he cooed, passing his thumb on the lower lip of the other.

Minho lowered his head with a groan, a few strands of hair falling back in front of his eyes as he held back from crying out in impatience. Jisung placed his other fingers under Minho’s chin to lift his head.

“Open up," he simply commanded in a confident voice.

Minho stared into his eyes, and it was as if time stopped for Jisung. He couldn't miss the trust Minho had laid on him when the latter slowly opened his mouth without taking his eyes off of him from under his long lashes. Jisung’s heart made a loop in his chest, submerged by the honor that his lover gave him, and he rubbed the metal ring between his palms to warm it up. After a few seconds, he passed it as gently as possible between Minho’s lips, wedging it meticulously behind his teeth, then tied the straps at the back of Minho’s head, taking care not to tighten more than necessary. While taking a step back to observe his boyfriend, Jisung could not hold back a furious blush, as the image was beyond his wildest dreams.

“You are so... I- I don't have the words to describe what you do to me, Minho... I-”

It was Minho’s turn to start blushing. He kept his head up despite his desire to hide from the other's gaze, and when Jisung put a burning hand on his cheek, he closed his eyes and let out a low moan while leaning in the touch. He felt Jisung's thumb trace the outline of his lips as if he were the most fragile thing in this world, and when he opened his eyes again, it was to see Jisung’s detailing him in wonder, his breath short and shaky.

There was nothing more humiliating than a ring gag to Minho's eyes, and yet his heart began to flutter anarchically at the starving look Jisung was giving him. Even though his mouth was held wide open by the ring behind his teeth, Jisung watched Minho as if he were the eighth wonder of the world. Minho was making a considerable effort to keep his tongue still as he felt the saliva inevitably pooling in his mouth.

The small complaint that he let out seemed to pull Jisung out of his trance, the latter blinked quickly several times while swallowing. Then his eyes widened as he seemed to take a measure of the situation before running around the room looking for something. He quickly grabbed something from his bedside table not far from them and gently put it in one of Minho's hands before closing his fingers on it.

“You hold it?” he questioned gently while looking at him, and Minho almost imperceptibly nodded. “Perfect. Since you can't talk anymore, this is the equivalent of coriander,” he said calmly. “If you let it go, everything stops.”

His hands still around Minho's, Jisung felt the fingers tighten around the object. Minho was forced to lower his head to look at what he was holding, which he recognized as the stress ball he had given to Jisung a few months prior, but he hastened to raise his chin, whimpering as he felt a wet trickle escape from his constrained lips. Jisung let out a small laugh before licking what had escaped in a fast lap.

“Oooh~ look at you, princess,” he cooed. His thumb slipped on Minho's tongue without anything to prevent it, and he applied a slight pressure on it, forcing the spit that had accumulated underneath to run near the corner of his lips. Minho contented to groan while tightening his fists. “You like it, don't you? You drool simply at the thought of having my fingers inside you, one way or another.”

Minho nodded in a gurgling complaint as Jisung replaced his thumb with his index and middle fingers in the mouth at his mercy. He played with the rosy muscle for a while, forcing Minho to salivate even more. After mimicking a penetration movement several times, Jisung pulled out his slicked fingers to slide them over Minho's torso in wet trails. He scratched one of his pinkish nipples, then traced the lines of his pec. Minho’s breathing became chopped, and he closed his eyes when his boyfriend’s hands brushed on his abs, letting out sighs of well-being.

With a predatory smile, Jisung thumbed his glans, neglected until this very moment, tearing off a surprised cry from his lover, then closed his fingers around his cock to make slow rotating movements that went up and down along his length. Minho moaned almost continuously to the stimulation, trying to speak, but he could not produce a coherent sound with the gag, only able to make unintelligible chants as he tried to thrust into Jisung's hand, arching his body. Then, Jisung suddenly released Minho’s cock albeit his protesting grunts. Minho thought he was losing his mind due to the edging Jisung had been imposing on him for too long, and Jisung was more than aware of this.

“You want to cum?" he asked teasingly, and Minho nodded vehemently. Jisung took the bolster that he usually used to sleep and put it in the middle of the bed. Minho watched him without understanding. “Please, do yourself a favor, princess," he added, pointing to the bolster before sitting down at the other end of the bed.

Under Jisung’s warm gaze, Minho finally understood what he wanted from him, and his cheeks flushed a crimson color that Jisung found beautiful. Minho got up carefully from where he was sitting to turn around and climb on his knees as he could to the bed. He moved to the pillow with trembling legs, his fingers still clenched on the ball in his hand, and stepped over to straddle it. An almost inaudible squeak died in his throat when his erection met the pillow.

He fathomed Jisung’s brown eyes in front of him, and the flame of desire he detected there definitely silenced the hesitation he had. He gave a first thrust and thought he was almost going to faint with the light, rough friction of cotton. His hips started to move again, undulating back and forth. The sensations he felt then, and Jisung who observed him while distractedly brushing his own chest, sent Minho in a whole new dimension. And he let himself sink, accelerating the cadence of his thrusts on the pillow. He felt like an animal in a rut, desperate to calm this seething heat that calcined his logic.

Jisung was burning too. A fiery fire raging in his guts, making him pop a hard-on as he knew he was unable to look away from Minho who was rutting his bolster, gathering his own pleasure. He looked at his lover as if he were the most magnificent of mythical creatures, offered to him and only him. Minho’s more and more acute moans made his dick fully erect against his stomach, and Jisung’s cheeks colored warmly, tracing Minho’s face with his sight.

Minho was so lost in his sensations that his eyes flickered and rolled back in his skull with each of his undulations. Not trying to reined it in anymore, Minho’s tongue lolled out of his mouth, completely offered to Jisung’s sight, spit flowing abundantly on his chin, dripping in trickle on the pillow and his dick, mixing with the pre-cum already staining the pillowcase. In a frantic move, Minho arched his back in a cry and his misty eyes met Jisung’s. Minho’s tearful and supplicating expression, coupled with his small acute moans, broke Jisung’s last restraints and he threw himself on Minho in a growl.

He wrapped his arms around Minho, a hand on the back of his head to tilt him against the mattress and nibble on his neck. And the elder let himself be manhandled in a sigh while Jisung was hovering above him, covering his skin with kisses. Jisung’s lips greedily kissed every inch of skin they encountered, his hands groping at the muscles with the same eagerness as they descended, following the path drawn by his lips.

Jisung kissed the navel he reached and blew on it gently, making Minho squirm in a contented sound. His lips trailed down to Minho’s groin, sniffing his heady scent while he was at it, before sliding to his inner thigh where he sucked and bit slightly as if his life depended on it, leaving purplish marks slowly blooming on the skin. One of his hands grabbed Minho's free one and intertwined their fingers before he raised his head slightly to look at him.

“Can I prep you?" he asked hastily. “Squeeze my fingers if you agree.”

He didn't wait long before Minho tightened his grip around his fingers, and Jisung responded doing the same, releasing him to fold Minho’s legs slightly as he kissed his belly. Jisung stretched his arm and groped under the pillows, where he knew a bottle of lube surely was, until his fingers met with what he was looking for. With a smile, he took it out, spreading a good amount on his fingers before throwing the bottle on the mattress and finally slipping his slicked hand into the crease of Minho's ass.

He teased his rim, circling it with his pointer finger, smiling as he saw Minho jiggling under him—his way of telling him to hurry up—before acceding to his lover's silent request. Jisung gently pushed a first lubed finger in, fondling slightly while he pecked small kisses along Minho’s length to help him relax. And Minho melted completely in the touch with a sigh, even starting to roll his hips short of a minute later. He had been on the edge for far too long and only wanted one thing, that things accelerate.

Jisung slid his finger almost completely out before adding another one, doing steady back and forth and scissoring motions to stretch him with the encouraging moans that Minho did not retain anymore. In a deeper movement, Jisung’s fingers met a small bulge, and Minho arched instantly in a pleasured cry. Jisung let his fingers abuse the same place, flicking the tip of his tongue against the slit of Minho’s cock, repeatedly, making Minho contort under him in a litany of unintelligible cries. As Minho’s prostate was stimulated once again, Jisung noticed Minho’s fingers loosen their grip on the ball he was holding firmly.

He instantly pulled out his fingers gently and rushed to kneel on the mattress beside Minho. Quickly, Jisung unbuckled the ties holding Minho’s wrists against his thighs, then slowly raised Minho’s head to detach the buckle and extract the gag, taking care not to wound him. He kissed Minho’s lips, seating him and taking him in his arms with an infinite softness.

“Are you okay?" he asked softly, stroking the brown hair under his fingers.

“Hmm, it was just... I- I was... overloaded," Minho gasped, his voice cracking.

“Do you want some water?”

Minho shook his head limply as he closed his arms around Jisung's tiny waist. “Not now,” he mumbled, rubbing his nose against Jisung's chest.

Jisung’s hands petted Minho’s back, sliding like feathers on his soft skin, cradling Minho against him for long minutes. He kissed the top of Minho’s head in a noisy smack and gorged himself with the scent lingering in his hair, then cupped his face to look at him with all the tenderness that radiated from his heart. Jisung's lips landed on Minho’s forehead, his temples, his cheeks and the tip of his nose in dozens of butterfly kisses.

“I love you so much, Minho, you were - you are perfect! So beautiful, really beautiful. I'm so proud of you, my love.” he paused for a moment, searching for words. “You have no idea how impressed I am, thank you for trusting me.”

Minho smiled when he saw the look of adoration and admiration in Jisung's eyes. Love was so evident, overflowing through his smile and moved eyes.

“I think I have a little idea... but I love you more, you know," he added with a charming wink.

“Meanie!” Jisung laughed, kissing him on the lips. “Should I run you a bath?” he proposed, and Minho nodded.

He laid Minho back on the mattress, unfastening the bracelets on his wrists and his thighs harnesses, then covered him so he wouldn't catch a cold, telling him to rest until he came back for him. And Jisung was heading into the adjoining bathroom to run a bath for him. He adjusted the water temperature to make it perfect and added the caramel-scented bubble bath that his beloved enjoyed so much. When he returned to the bedroom about fifteen minutes later, he found Minho lying on his stomach, eyes closed, clutching a pillow between his arms. Jisung slid his fingers along the curves of his back to gently wake him up.

“Bath is waiting for you, my love.”

Minho pulled himself out of the sheets and was about to get up, but Jisung anticipated him by passing an arm in his back and under his knees before lifting him with ease, bridal style.

“It’s really sexy... a muscular man”, Minho smiled while feeling one of Jisung’s biceps with his hand.

“Everything for my princess!”

The nickname had been uttered in a teasing way as they headed to the bathroom but Minho couldn't help but blush furiously and grumble as he buried his face against Jisung's chest while the latter let out a crystalline laugh. Jisung entered the bathtub, taking care not to slip, and installed Minho all against him, back lining with his chest. As the warm water surrounded him pleasantly, his favorite caramel perfume in the soft and shiny bubbles, Minho let himself slide in Jisung’s embrace with a sigh of plenitude.

Jisung's lips rested on his shoulder, just at the nape of his neck, and with his fingertips, Minho absentmindedly drew arabesques on Jisung's thighs. They did not need to speak, the silence between them, solely broken by the lapping sound of the warm water that enveloped them, was comfortable and soothing. Jisung drew up some water with one of his hands, dripping it on Minho's shoulders and chest before gently rubbing the skin to remove the thin coat of sweat that covered it. Jisung snuggled the tip of his nose behind Minho's ear, sighing softly as his hands delicately cleaned his beloved’s tummy without even thinking. Jisung flinched slightly as he felt Minho breaking free from his embrace, turning as best he could to face him in the tub with a smile. He passed his legs over the thighs of the youngest to be able to sit close to him.

“I want to help you too," he said simply.

He raised his hands filled with water and foam and placed his palm against Jisung's muscular pecs, making delicate movements as he moved lower and lower on his chest, then his stomach. Minho stopped just before his crotch and went up in circular moves, and a small grin appeared on his face when Jisung could not retain a surprised gasp.

“Minho, please, if you continue like this...”

The latter did not let him finish his sentence, clenching his fingers without shame on his boyfriend's pecs while biting his lip. Jisung closed his eyes, trying to think of something else to rein in its nascent ardors, but Minho’s hand caught his to put it on his own crotch. Minho was hard.

“Fuck… Minho," Jisung groaned, feeling his own dick twitch in interest.

“We didn't finish earlier," Minho said, eyelashes fluttering innocently and fingers running seductively on Jisung's skin. “But I still want you, don't you want me too?”

He was wearing the cute pout, the one he knew Jisung couldn't resist, and Minho’s fist closed around the base of Jisung’s cock to give some skillful strokes, drawing a long cry from him. He coaxed the silky smooth skin, sometimes soft and sometimes more pressed, seeking to crack Jisung's last defenses. When Minho saw the head of the youngest falling back, he took it as a call to roll his balls in his palm. A strangled moan stuck in Jisung’s throat and with a beyond satisfied smile, Minho continued to caress purposely at the most frustrating rhythm Jisung has ever experienced. Then, Minho leaned to capture the youngest’s lips.

Minho's tongue soon found its twin, luring it into a ballet that grew hotter and fuzzier with each passing second. Minho caught Jisung’s lower lip between his teeth, somewhat biting it while his fingers skimmed again on Jisung's quivering cock. Jisung broke the kiss, breathing heavily, his chest heaving at an irregular pace, eyes anchored in Minho's chocolate ones.

“Ride me," he whined.

“I'd love to.”

Jisung had time to catch a glimpse of Minho's feline smile before he threw himself again on his lips, eager. He vaguely heard the characteristic noise of the special bath lubricant—that always was near their tub—popping open, but Minho’s tongue fighting against his made him feel disoriented very quickly. Jisung let Minho do everything, accommodating himself to the rhythm Minho imposed because the desire that he felt for Minho whispered to let him take it all. The older one raised himself on his knees and approached the youngest, sticking their chests one against the other while he lined himself above his length.

With one hand, he held tightly Jisung's shoulder as he guided Jisung's dick against his rim, languidly slicking it with lube, with the other. Then he sank slowly on Jisung’s shaft until he had taken it all. It was uncomfortable, not painful thanks to the preps Jisung did earlier, yet Minho did not move, waiting to get completely used to it. Minho's arms wrapped around Jisung's neck, clinging to him desperately as Jisung’s fingers caressed his hips absentmindedly.

When Minho rolled his hips for the first time, they both moaned in concert. Jisung thought he was going crazy when Minho's tight and hot flesh rubbed his cock in a delicious movement, and he put a hand on Minho's lower back to press him even closer. Minho finally felt complete, the burning hands on his skin made him feel adulated, worshiped, and tilting his head back in a groan, he amplified his thrusts.

Jisung’s lips pressed on his throat while he let out husky cries. One of Jisung's hands was anchored firmly in one of Minho’s ass cheeks, accompanying his movements and helping him ride. Jisung’s other hand slipped between them, seizing Minho’s cock that rubbed between their bodies. He jerked him at the same rhythm that Minho imposed, going up and down on his dick. The fire that consumed them deep inside went up inexorably, fanned by the pleasured moans, the wet kisses on a graceful neck or on wet and avid lips, fanned by the anarchic pulsations of their hearts drifting in desire.

“Min' I- ng- I will...”

Jisung’s fingers trembled against Minho’s skin, and all his body began to go the same way, he felt his dick twitching harder. Minho clung to him as if he were his lifeline, and he suddenly arched with a cry when the cock inside of him touched the precise point where his pleasure was hidden.

“Yes! Aaah~ yes," Minho purred. “Me too, t-together.”

Minho continued to ride Jisung at the same pace, causing the water to overflow in a swirl, rolling his hips to amplify the contact when his prostate was brushed in each move. Jisung came first in a hoarse cry, his fingers bruising the skin beneath them. The sensation of Jisung’s cum filling him was what ended Minho, making him come in long powerful white spurts between them and on Jisung's hand.

Minho’s hips slowed to a faint ripple, as did Jisung's pump on his dick, allowing them both to revel in their shared orgasm before collapsing against Jisung's chest. Jisung’s arms closed tightly around him while Minho buried his nose against his throat to breathe his smell.

Their chests were heaving in a fast, uneven rhythm, hearts still pounding from their lovemaking. They were sweaty, and the bath water that hadn't overflowed had become lukewarm, but neither of them wanted to move. They were satisfied sharing each other’s arms without complaining. A few minutes later, Minho raised his head to look at his lover. Jisung smiled at him fully, it was sparkling, and Minho let the same contagious smile win him over.

“Is my queen happy?" Jisung teased gently before laughing, breaking the silence between them.

“Jisung…” Minho sighted before bursting out laughing in turn, splashing him with bath water.