47: Drunk in you. [ M ]

Minho had a love-hate relationship with the modern world. Crowds, instant noodles, and the sexualization of everything made him uncomfortable.

He hated anything instant, be it noodles, coffee, or rice, and avoided going out during rush hours. Minho's aversion to sexualization was clear whenever Jisung talked to anyone in short sleeves or miniskirts, causing Minho to either avert his gaze or glare at Jisung.

Conversely, Minho found joy in search engines, nature documentaries, and classical music. After Hyunjin sold some jewellery for a large sum, Jisung got his phone working, leading to an evening of searching for answers to silly questions.

Minho, fascinated by the endless information, particularly enjoyed the functionality of headphones and noise-cancelling features.

Minho also loved documentaries, finding deep-sea creature films particularly captivating. However, he disliked malls, busy streets, and flashing advertisements, which drew more attention to his striking appearance.

During their outings, Minho received many stares, especially when wearing his new minimalist wardrobe. Despite this, Jisung enjoyed teasing Minho about his good looks.

Their trip to a cat cafe was a highlight, with Minho looking serene among the friendly cats. A visit to a contemporary art museum also intrigued Minho, who appreciated the emotions behind the artworks.

Back home, their relationship grew closer. One night, Jisung realised the a song Minho played was a love song for him, which - against Minho's taste- gave a very modern name "Want so bad". This led to playful teasing and affectionate moments.

With Hyunjin moving out, Jisung and Minho had the apartment to themselves. After saying goodbye to Hyunjin, they couldn't wait any longer and passionately embraced, finally able to express their feelings without holding back.

Minho's mouth was on his neck, his knee pushing between Jisung's thighs, hands disappearing beneath his shirt.

Oh, he had waited for this for so long, and it seemed the sentiment was shared. Minho bit a mark on top of the one already fading, and Jisung groaned; "Minho... take me to bed."

He was pent up, severely pent after a whole year of not jerking himself off with his sexual frustrations, because touching himself and not getting caught had been a bit tricky thing.

And the thought of Minho living just in the next room had a kind of thrill in and of itself, the thought of getting caught wasn't one he especially liked.

Not when he thought the other would be disgusted. It had been a frustrating year.

Nothing compared to the frustration that he was suffering now, though. Minho was above him, pressing him to the mattress, slowly moving his hands on Jisung's bare chest and staring at him with a heated gaze.

Like he wanted to learn every inch of his body. Brushing against his collarbones, sliding down to his waist, drawing circles onto his hip bones with his thumbs. Then, instead of going down where they should have, they went back up.

The long fingers grazed his nipples, and Jisung groaned a miserable "Minho!"

"Mn," the other only said, unbothered by his absolute agony. Jisung was so hard.

The only relieving factor of the situation was that he could see the bulge in Minho's pants as well, straining the fabric in a way that was both impressive and intimidating.

God. He really wanted that inside of him, huh?

"I really thought you wanted to fuck me," Jisung said, trying to egg him on. "I thought I would be nailed to the bed by now! We've waited for a year, how much longer are you going to wait?"

It seemed to work, kind of, as Minho lowered down to kiss his neck, bite and nibble while letting his hands still continue their roaming. Jisung pulled him closer by the neck, but Minho took a hold of both of his wrists with one hand and pressed them above him, unable to contribute to the proceedings.

"Are you thinking of tying me up? That's so dirty, Minho!"

"Jisung," Minho murmured into his skin, and the tone was heated.

"You could if you wanted to. You could make sure I wasn't moving an inch while you opened me up," he said, constantly aware of the burning touch of those hands on him. "I have lube - lubricant, in the drawer. I bought it the other day, I was so sure you were going to fuck me."

Minho growled, the hold of his wrists tightening. Jisung squirmed while the other one finally dipped down, palming him through the fabric of his pants.

"A-ah! Minho, why don't you undress as well? I have been imagining you for a year now!" He groaned as the hand over his crotch squeezed and let go.

"Keep your hands up," Minho ordered, and Jisung wanted to die but nodded anyway, keeping his hands up.

Instead of stripping himself, Minho pulled one of his legs to his shoulder, shorts riding up Jisung's thigh and revealing more skin. Minho's mouth was there, then, on the inside of his thigh just above the knee, licking and biting and generally making Jisung go insane.

Minho still looked so collected that if Jisung didn't see the red of his ears he might've thought the man was completely unaffected.

"Wanted to do this," Minho said between kisses. "When I saw you back then."

"Why didn't you? You could've just made me shut up with the silencing spell and - Ah! Minho, are you a beast!? Why are you biting this hard?"

The lips moved higher on his thigh, leaving marks wherever they touched. But before they got too close to Jisung's dick, Minho pulled back.

And promptly ripped the shorts off of him.

"Minho!" Jisung gasped, then couldn't help the burst of laughter. The audacity of this man!

"Wanted to do this as well," Minho said, and Jisung wished it wasn't so hot, but it was. It totally was.

But then Jisung was completely naked under Minho's eyes, who just stared again, at the erection. That was painful and red and just there between them, and if Jisung wasn't going to die from the frustration he sure was going to die from embarrassment.

"Aish Minho! Stop staring." Jisung whined. Minho's eyes darkened further.

His legs were raised up, then, Minho spreading them and looking down, and oh god, Jisung had been naked in front of a person before, and he definitely wasn't insecure, but having the man he was madly in love with just look at him like that -

Minho had pulled off his own shirt, and thank god for that because Jisung suddenly had so much more to focus on. Minho was incredibly good-looking. So hot. The handstands clearly had had a purpose.

And then he folded the fucking shirt, and Jisung was a goner. It was the moment he realised he was in deep because he was so filled with adoration for that man that for a second he didn't even remember the absolute agony of his sexual frustration.

Minho was then getting the lube from the drawer and coating his fingers with it, and then Jisung had cold fingers over his entrance. He felt his lower stomach tightening, heat spreading all over him.

"Ah fuck!"

The man said something about profanities, but Jisung could not think about anything just then, only about the fingers working inside him, opening him up with what must've been the endurance of a saint, because if Jisung was this desperate right now then Minho must've been doubly so.

"Minho! How do you know how to do this, huh? I thought I have to - ah!, I thought I have to give you directions down there," Jisung teased.

"There are texts," Minho replied, ears flaming. "In the library."

"Oh god, cultivation world sex ed cannot be applicable, what with your purity thing- ah! Fuck, Minho, do that again!" The colour of Minho's eyes looked closer to black than gold. His fingers were long and deft and felt so big that Jisung could not believe he was going to take something even bigger than this. That he wanted to.

Jisung groaned. "Minho, just put it in!"

"No," Minho said.

He didn't just stick it in, which was probably good for the general health of Jisung's backside. Then again, the preparation felt like it lasted forever. Jisung knew the feeling of it already, having done extensive exploration of his own body. He knew what he liked.

And he had used toys on his ass as well, so he knew what kind of size it could fit. Now, truthfully, none of those had ever been the size of Minho, who was excessively gifted in this regard, but after a long while of gasping and moaning he felt that just taking the dick with or without pain was better than this torment.

Minho was just playing with him, one hand preparing him down there while the other was rubbing and pinching his nipples in an almost punishing way. The man licked over them, tasting the skin that was getting increasingly sweaty as he was writhing against the sheets.

His dick got fully ignored in all of this, yet it kept twitching and leaking.

The only alleviation in all of it was how there was just a little patch of wet fabric over Minho's bulge as well, clear evidence of his desire.

"Minho~" Jisung whined. "Please, that's enough, that's more than enough, I will die if you don't put it in! Please!"

Minho's breathing hitched, fingers pulling from his hole. And then, Minho took out the absolute monster of a cock, definitely just as hard and tortured-looking as Jisung's was. Just, like, inhumanly big.

Jisung's mouth went dry, jaw loose. His dick had the opposite reaction.

His legs were spread wider then, and Jisung would have done that if he had any strength left, and then there was something huge poking at his loosened, slick entrance. Slowly, a little shakily, Minho pushed in.

Jisung screamed, but that was quickly cut off by Minho's mouth against his, muffled into the heated, desperate kiss as Minho kept pushing and Jisung kept feeling fuller.

And holy fuck!

This was his first time with Minho, and this was his first time doing this very specific thing. It was all too much and too hot and if Minho had a hand on his dick then Jisung would've probably come just then.

Minho bottomed out as Jisung let out a broken moan, voice already feeling hoarse.

"Jisung," the man murmured against his lips, like pleading.

What he meant to ask of Jisung, he had no clue. His head felt fuzzy, very focused on the sensations his lower half was currently experiencing. Minho's hands were gripping his waist tight.

"Minho," Jisung replied, and this was taken as permission because then Minho pulled halfway out and just slammed back in, absolutely brutal, and Jisung keened.

He was being fucked, then. Like, seriously fucked. Minho's movements were powerful, as he slammed into him over and over, so fast and hard Jisung was moving up and down on the sheets with every move; mouth hung open with head tilted upward, eyes rolled back with pleasure.

"Minho... strong... too strong, have mercy on me! Don't you know I haven't done this before?"

Minho, the bastard, somehow got harder inside of him. He bit into Jisung's neck, only increasing his speed, the rhythm intense. Like he was administering punishment for bad behaviour.

Oh, Jisung had found a button to push.

"Ah-- ah, Lee-- Minho! You don't - hngh - you don't believe me? It's true, it's true, I've only done it once, it was a h-handjob-- ah! Minho!"

Minho's grip on his waist slid down to his thighs and from there to his ass, groping him roughly.

The golden eyes looked bloodshot, raging. He bit into the junction of Jisung's neck, then got higher to his jaw, his ear.

The pace kept fast even then. Jisung's entire body was jostled like that, bent in half, a ragdoll in the hands of the respected Master Lee Minho Hagwan who went with the force of a man starved for a year.

He felt the stretch, having something so big disappear into him again and again, and sensed the sting of it all the way down his back.

His hair was spread over the sheets and sticking to his sweaty skin, and his mouth was probably kiss-swollen and wide open, gasping for a breath Minho didn't want to give him.

"Does it feel good, ah? Does it - ah - feel good inside of me?" Minho replied with a deep kiss, hungry, biting his lower lip. His hips were grinding down on him without mercy.

"You could've done me like this the w-whole time, ha, you could've just-- ah! Sneaked into my room, in my room, at midnight. Just pulled - pulled the sheets off, and took me then! Minho, you could have fucked me like this for a year!"

A hand slid back up to pinch his nipple, and Jisung choked on a moan. Minho didn't take well to being teased, it seemed, getting increasingly more heavy-handed with him. There was a slick sound, skin slapping skin, as Minho's thrusts got quicker, shorter.

He didn't change the position at all, fucking into Jisung for what felt like both an eternity, but was most likely something close to forty minutes. An absurdly long time to spend on his back, desperate and on the edge of coming almost the entire time.

Minho was supposed to be a virgin. His endurance was insane.

"Minho, have mercy! Spare me! This is too much, you're too big, it's too g-good!" he screamed loudly when Minho started hitting a certain spot over and over again. He started feeling like he would actually die, like his entire being would burst into flames.

Minho's rhythm faltered, then, just a little bit, and Jisung could tell he was close as well. Minho kissed him again, tongue slipping into his mouth, tasting him, while one of Minho's hands grasped Jisung from the front.

One, two, three thrusts in the rhythm of Minho's strokes, and then Jisung was coming, his vision whitening just for a moment and his scream of pleasure getting lost against Minho's hot mouth on his.

Then Minho was pushing deeper into him, grinding, and a moment later there was hot warmth flooding into him. The hands on his waist were holding him tightly, sure to leave marks.

They separated then, inches from each other's lips, gasping still. Sated. Out of breath, like they'd run a marathon together.

"Minho," Jisung sighed, completely dazed.

"Jisung," Minho replied, pulling out what absolutely couldn't have been a still hard cock. It couldn't have, because they'd been at it for forever, and Minho was still a human, right?

But as he glanced down again it was clear that he had indeed seen right.

Jisung made a quick estimation in his orgasm-hazy head, the slickness between his cheeks and the soreness of his hole, and came to the conclusion that there was no way he wasn't going to enjoy this as many times as he could.

"Minho, let's do it again," he said. "I want to try it from behind!"

His impossibly hot lover had his gaze on him over for a split of a second before Jisung was being turned over, ass raised up, legs knocked apart, and Minho entered him again.

They spent most of the night like that, connected by the hips in the best way possible.

In the morning, when Minho asked him whether it really was true that he'd been the first person fucking Jisung, he got another free round for telling him yes.