56: Dirty play. [ M ]

"Nah," Jisung lightly pushed Minho away, getting up, making Minho confused with his actions. Jisung walked around and put his knees over the bed, looking at Minho. "Take off your shirt and sit quietly, let me massage your shoulders."

"But, I am…" Jisung placed his finger over Minho's lips.

"Shh, do what I said." Sighing, Minho did what Jisung told him to do and gave the shirt to Jisung who placed it over the night stand.

After that words weren't exchanged as Jisung started massaging Minho's shoulders making Minho close his eyes at the relaxing sensation. He felt the painful knots on his body loosening. Whereas Jisung's attention was over Minho's tattoo which was tattooed in the middle.

It was a tattoo of the mystical creature, the dragon, where it has its wings spread wide open – holding a crescent moon in its mouth– adding aesthetic to the tattoo even more.

Jisung stopped his actions as he leaned down, placing a small kiss over it making Minho open his eyes, feeling his husband's soft lips over his back. He lightly chuckled. He felt the vibration from Minho's chuckling and started leaving small pecks, extending it towards the shoulder blade.

Feeling completely turned on yet again, Minho turned around making Jisung squeal as the elder pulled him, making him plop over Minho's thigh. Minho wrapped his arms around Jisung's waist as he leaned in for a kiss.

There's no hesitation, no holding back when their lips catch together, when their bodies press closer. There's just that thirst that's always been there, explored yet ready to experience it once again.

There's a hand over Jisung's hip, keeping him in place and hand on his nape, angling his head to deepen the kiss. Minho’s tongue was gliding over Jisungs’s bottom lip before he lightly nipped at it, causing Jisung's mouth to open at the familiar sensation as their tongue met.

Jisung pulled away, pushing Minho's hand away from his body and stood up. He slowly walked backwards, his eyes still staring at Minho's making the elder smirk as he stood up walking towards the younger who grinned.

From the amount of intimate moments they shared, Minho learned something; Jisung loved playing hard to get before getting into action.

Meeting his back over the wall, Jisung chased his lips for Minho's making the elder groan.

Jisung moaned in retaliation as a leg was put in between his, inviting him to grind over Minho's godly thigh. His hands go around Minho's neck, fingers entangled with his hair, keeping him close and steady. They broke the kiss, panting.

“Do you know how bad I want to wreak you after seeing you wearing this?” Said Minho, sliding his hands down as he grabbed Jisung's ass cheeks, squeezing it making Jisung moan in ecstasy.

Minho's thumb glided over Jisung's swollen lips as he added, “Your lips are meant to be kissed." Jisung has many things to add, but his words got swallowed by Minho who kissed him again; fierce and unrelenting. He kissed Jisung like he was going to devour him and that was what Jisung was seeking for, making him love every second of it as he surrendered to his man.

"Then take me, Minho. Take me once again." He whispered into the kiss making Minho growl as his hands circle Jisung's waist.

They break apart only for Jisung to bend down a little, letting his tongue glide across Minho's Adam’s apple, nibbling it leaving hickeys as he trailed his lips across Minho's neck, he dropped on his knees as he kissed Minho's belly button and placed his hands above the hem of Minho's baggy grey pants.

He glanced up looking at the elder with his puppy eyes while doing the most sinful acts making Minho grunt. Jisung wanted to hear it again, but the hand in his hair was demanding something else. 

"Go there." Minho pointed at the bed and helped Jisung to stand up. The younger walked towards the bed like an obedient tiger cub, Minho following shortly behind.

They kiss, sloppy and wet. It's all tongue and teeth. Both of them would never get tired of kissing each other. Minho let his hands wander under the shirt, over the younger's chest, feeling the soft skin under his fingertips as Jisung whined, feeling sensitive when Minho pinched his nipples. 

He closed his eyes as his shirt went down on the floor and Jisung suddenly felt Minho froze on his spot which made him bite his lips and open his eyes to see Minho looking at him dangerously, making him gulp.

"You wore panties." Minho stated, watching him like a predator watches its prey.

“How is my birthday gift?” Minho let the hunger he has for Jisung shown in his eyes when he answered, “Hot, very hot, just like you.” Minho traced his fingers over the lace material, making Jisung shudder. “Now, let me show you how to unwrap a gift, brat.”

There was something dark and untamed in these words, something that stirred up a fire in the pit of Jisung's stomach. He always knew Minho was dangerous for him, for his sanity and the elder never failed to prove it.

Minho's hands slid under the lace panties to grope Jisung's ass, harshly, making him moan. Minho's hands started to caress Jisung's ass cheeks as he ordered, "Take my pants off, baby."

Jisung's hands move at their own volition to Minho's waistband. He slide the pants down, watching Minho get off the bed, kicking off the pants, leaving him in his black boxers. Minho then laid beside him making him feel the elder's skin touch his.

He was definitely aroused. However he looked at Minho, confused with his actions.

"Take your panties off for me, baby."

Jisung followed the order, as he stood up, getting naked.  However feeling Minho's heavy gaze set on him, he felt a sort of confidence pooling inside of him.

"Come here."

Jisung obeyed, crawling on the bed, in between Minho's open legs. He stopped only when he's sitting on his heels in between the elder's thighs. He let his hands fall on them, feel them, wanting them to wrap around his body to give out the familiar sensation.

"I know what you are thinking, but not tonight. It's my day today and the first thing I wanna do is eat you out. So come sit on my face."

Jisung's eyes widen hearing Minho's dirty talk, which was new to him, considering Minho was a soft spoken at times like this. He kissed Minho one last time before he crawled on him till he's hovering over his head.

"Grab the headboard and sit on my face." Jisung does as he was told, grabbing the headboard, closing his eyes. He felt warm hands caging his thighs and making him go down on him a little more.

Then Jisung felt it, a tongue pressed flat against his hole. He can’t help his throat to rumble with a needy groan. He throws his head back, closing his eyes, as his husband teased his rim, making his breaths become shallow.

He can’t suppress the lewd sounds that are escaping his mouth as Minho sucked softly on his rim before pushing lightly inside with the tip of his tongue, thrusting a few times. Muffled moans and groans resonate throughout the room, making Jisung's jaw go slack, his body already shaking in pleasure.

His hold tightening as he started to roll his hips, riding Minho's tongue as it gets deeper in him, the elder making an absolute mess beneath him, spit dribbling between his cheeks, along his thighs. Minho doesn't seem to care about it.

“So good.” Jisung whimpered, his cock hard, aching to be touched, already dripping cum on the pillows.

“Gonna come just from my tongue, baby?” Minho asked, his voice hoarse, sending a shiver down Jisung's spine. Jisung opened his mouth but only a moan escaped from his mouth as his lips trembled.

Minho didn't wait for an answer as he spread Jisung's ass, delving into him yet again and with every thrust of Minho's tongue, Jisung was pulled close to his orgasm. He could feel it coming as he rolled his hips faster, his moans going higher in pitch. He felt shameless, like there was a switch in him. All he cared about was how good he felt and the man beneath him was his, only his.

Suddenly there's a finger added to the tongue, aiming at his prostate; fingers finding his bundle of nerves and pressing against it, repeatedly and mercilessly making Jisung to shudder, clenching around Minho's fingers as he let out a loud cry. It was too much. He grips at the headboard tighter, his knuckles turning white.

“Close!"

He trembled strongly as he came. His mind was a blur, everything around him was a blur as he took in the aftershock of being pleasured by his lover. He’s so in a daze that he didn’t notice that the elder moved and was now sitting behind him, an arm possessively wrapped around his waist. There’s a kiss planted over the back of his neck.

"You're the best, baby." Minho's mouth lingered by his ear, breath hot, voice low and raspy when he spoke out the words.

Jisung hummed when Minho started nibbling his ears. Eyes closed, Jisung completely let himself lean against Minho's body, the arms around him securing him in his place. Shivers rack his body as another lick was delivered over his ear and then, there are two fingers opening his mouth.

“Suck.” Jisung took the fingers in his mouth, eagerly licking them, coating them with saliva as much as he could. He knew what’s going to happen next and he couldn't wait to feel the familiar sensation.

“Mine.” Said Minho, possessively as he left hickeys over Jisung's neck, growling against his skin, sending tingles down Jisung's spine.

"Minho…" Jisung whined when Minho took his fingers out of his mouth.

"Patience, baby." There’s a hand on his nape that goes down along his spine, the tips of the elder's fingers burning Jisung's already hot skin on their way to the small of his back. He arched beautifully under Minho's touch.

There's another kiss on his shoulder and then, a finger prodding at his rim, circling it gently. He gripped at it when the first finger slipped into his hole, pushing in and out, but the action paused as Jisung felt a heavy breath being delivered. When realisation hit him, he blushed delivering the sinful words with a shutter.

"I loosened myself." Minho took a sharp breath, almost breaking in, but refrained himself.

"Fuck, you are hot, babe."

Jisung took in the two fingers at once, a ragged moan leaving his lips when Minho started scissoring him.

"More." Minho obliged, adding another one.

When three fingers are in, Jisung starts pushing his hips down on them, taking them deeper in him, as Minho alternates between murmuring small praises in his ear and kissing his shoulders, his nape, his throat. Jisung felt dizzy, overwhelmed with a feeling of love that crashed on him at full force when the fourth finger was buried inside of him and he screamed Minho's name, his dick hard again.

Jisung had tears brimming in his eyes, clenching tighter with every thrust of the elder's fingers as he was being stretched open. He felt so full. However he knew he wouldn't be truly satisfied until the elder's member was tearing him apart.

"I'm ready."

"You sure?"

He nodded and the fingers were being pulled out of him. He clenched on thin air, feeling hollow. He wanted to be full again.

"Minho."

"I know. Lay down on the bed, baby."

Jisung does as he was told. As he was sprawled on the bed, Jisung realised that Minho had taken his underwear off earlier. He swallowed, looking at the sinful body in front of him.

"Can I… suck you off?" He asked, shyness not at all evident. 

"No." He pouted, mumbling cursed words making Minho chuckle. Minho leaned down from where he's still sitting on the bed to caress Jisung's cheek with his hand.

Jisung saw a condom in Minho's hand and stopped him before he could open the package.

"I want you to fuck me raw."

Minho doesn't say a word as he tossed the condom on the nightstand, but his eyes get even darker at Jisung's words. Jisung shudders, his body aching to be touched by the other.

Minho moved on the bed, getting in between Jisung's open legs. He stayed in a sitting position, taking in the sight of Jisung laying down on the bed in front of him. Jisung could feel Minho's eyes raking his body.

Whearse Minho was mentally restraining himself from pondering over the man underneath. Being this sinful looking should be a sin.

"Mine." Was the only word Minho said, but for Jisung, it's enough. It held a deeper meaning for him, it reminded him of all the times the latter has managed to praise him, to compliment him and to shower him with love.

Tonight, for the first time since forever, Jisung truly felt loved. He's a mess of dishevelled hair, of rosy cheeks, of spit covered thighs, of sweat layering his body, but he's sinfully beautiful.

Minho's hands are on him, igniting a fire within him. There's not an inch of him that was left untouched as goosebumps emerge on his whole body.

Jisung closed his eyes under Minho's  ministrations, the smell of Minho's shower gel all around him; caging him, comforting him, as the Minho finally lay on top of him.

Jisung let out a breathless sigh as the latter's body pressed in closer, weight settling over him as their lips catch, hungry and feverish. His hands bury themselves in Minho's hair, keeping him close as their tongues meet.

Kissing has never felt so good before and Jisung can't get enough of it. He's already addicted to the latter's taste since day one, but only realised it lately.

Minho started grinding on him, their dicks hardening together.

Skin on skin, they let their bodies move together in sync. Jisung let out a string of moans as Minho attached his lips to his neck and started sucking on it. His whole body felt like it's on fire. Being so close to Minho, touching and being touched, it's surreal and Jisung would always remind himself that it was real.

"I can't get enough of you." Was whispered against his skin before Minho pressed his lips on his.

"Minho…" he breathed out, his deep, luscious voice resonating in the room, his underlying plea bouncing against the walls.

"Hm. You ready?"

"Yeah."

Minho moved above him, caging him between his arms before lining his cock with Jisung's  hole. Their eyes lock as the elder slowly buries himself deep inside Jisung.

The latter's breath got caught in his throat as he was stretched open by Minho's dick. The familiar sensation made Jisung feel dizzy, overwhelmed by the feeling of being close. They both moan when Minho bottoms out.

"You're so tight even after four fingers." Minho let Jisung adjust to his size, gently kissing him to distract him from the unavoidable pain.

They get lost in each other, in the smooth dance of their tongues, their breaths mingling. It's so easy for Jisung to let himself fall and get lost in his husband. It's in the addictive way he has of kissing him, in the taste of him, in the way he looked at Jisung between each kiss, like the latter was everything he'll ever need.

"Move." He whispered.

And Minho pulled out slowly before ramming back in, brushing Jisung's prostate, eliciting a drawn out moan from him. Jisung lifted his legs up, wrapping them around Minho's waist, pulling him even closer to him, inside him. Even though they have done it several times he'll never be close enough to his satisfaction even though it's not possible.

The heat crashed back full force onto him as Minho started to thrust into him. The way he rolled his hips was sinful, it's making Jisung see stars.

“Please.” He let out a broken moan, his cock already leaking precum on his tummy.

Jisung doesn’t know what he was begging for anymore. But Minho seemed to understand as he switched for a sitting position, his hands landing on Jisung's hips, gripping them hard.

Minho then picked up his pace, his thrusts getting harsher, almost brutal and Jisung can't help but whimper at the feeling of being owned. Minho was his, there's no doubt left in his mind as the elder's dick hit his prostate dead on with every thrust. He's reminded of who he belonged to when he felt Minho's cock throb inside him, when he felt every inch of him filling up his hole.

Yeah, he's his.

"Minho, I…"

His voice breaks on a well-aimed thrust. He whines. Minho was fucking him so good, so deep, just right. It made his lust-induced head spin, his eyes rolling back, his toes curling. He gripped at Minho's back, letting his nails leave trails on it, as he felt like he's falling apart.

"You close?"

He couldn't answer but he knew for a fact that Minho could guess his unspoken yes in the way he clenched tightly around him, in the way his hard dick was bouncing between them, needy for a release. 

He couldn't speak, he's out of breath. His tongue lolls out of his open mouth as he watched Minho with teary eyes.

"You look so beautiful like that, ready to come undone"

Minho bend down, sucking on his tongue. Jisung's body shook and he came, moaning Minho's mouth.

Minho doesn't stop thrusting, chasing his own high. Jisung was overstimulated, but he didn't tell him to stop, rather encouraging him to go on as he rolled his hips to meet the elder's. Minho buried his face in his neck as his thrusts started becoming erratic.

"Fill me up." Jisung murmured in his ear and it was enough for the latter to groan and come inside of Jisung. Jisung bit his bottom lip at the feeling of fullness, of having Minho's cum coating his walls. He felt elated, like he's walking on clouds.

Minho didn't pull out instantly, instead, he stayed on top of Jisung, wrapping his arms around him, kissing his neck. When he lifts his head, his eyes lash down to Jisung's as he says, "We're not done yet." Jisung shudders. He knew where this was going.

"Tell me, baby, what do you want?"

He didn't hesitate when he answers, “I want you to fuck me against the wall.”

He couldn't believe he’s really saying that out loud. It’s been one of his fantasies for months after catching a glimpse of a particular gif he saw on Google, but he’s never found the courage to voice it until now.

“Please.” he added in a whisper as the elder was staying silent.

Minho raised a hand to caress Jisung's cheek. “I’ll fuck you against the windows, so that everyone will see how good I’m making you feel.” Jisung whimpered at the thought.

Exhibitionism was not one of his kinks, but he’s not gonna deny how hard he was just thinking of what it would look like, what it would feel like to be fucked into oblivion against the room’s glass windows.

“Yes, Sir.”

The elder smirked, catching his lips, his tongue coaxing Jisung's mouth open. "I love you." Jisung smiled into the kiss, whispering a I love you back. They broke the kiss as Minho pulled out.

Jisung whined at the loss, even though he knew he'll be full again soon. He saw the way the elder's eyes were fixed on his leaking hole. He saw as Minho caressed his ass and then his rim making Jisung bite his lips.

"You're so sinful, baby."

Jisung fluttered his eyelashes in an innocent way that had Minho groaning.  "Come here." Minho ordered as he got out of the bed, a hand for Jisung to hold.

Jisung held it tight and they intertwined their fingers as they walked towards the floor to ceiling windows. They stood right in front of it, Minho pressed against his back, his arms around his waist, protective. Jisung fell back in his embrace, feeling secured, protected.

“The view is beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Not as beautiful as you.” Minho murmured, kissing his hickey.

“Cheesy. I am going to puke."

“You love cheesy lines.”

He knows me well. Thought Jisung.

There are kisses peppered along his shoulders and his back. Jisung turned around in Minho's  hold and kissed him softly. Minho placed a hand on Jisung's face, caressing it gently and the elder got lost in his eyes. They hold so much hunger and it made Jisung tremble.

His eyes raked over Minho's sweaty body as he did so. Oh, how to be a droplet of sweat right now. He puts his hands on Minho's hips and licks his way up, from the neck to his throat. And when he came to Minho's lips, he kissed him harshly, the younger's taste lingering on Minho's tongue making it ten times sexier.

Minho rapidly took control of the kiss, a hand on Jisung's nape to deepen it. They kiss like there will be no tomorrow, letting the heat pool in their stomachs, letting their heartbeats resonate in every part of their bodies, letting themselves fall even deeper, knowing that there will be someone to catch them as they land.

They break the kiss, panting hard, foreheads attached. Jisung wraps his arms around Minho's  neck as his husband's hands go down to the back of his thighs.

"Jump." Jisung jumped in his arms, his legs securing themselves around the elder's waist, as the latter held him up by his thighs.

Their lips catching again in a searing kiss as Minho pinned Jisung against the window. Jisung moaned at being manhandled, the cool surface of the window making goosebumps arise on his skin. He kissed back harder, biting Minho's lips, sucking his tongue. It felt so good to be in his arms like this, to be so close to him. Jisung doesn't want this moment to ever fade.

When they pulled apart, a string of saliva was still connecting their bruised, swollen lips. Jisung licked it, breaking it. Minho's eyes followed the movement of his tongue with desire.

"Sexy." Minho's hands glide over Jisung's  tanned skin, from his thighs to his ass, kneading the flesh before spreading it open.

"You ready?"

Jisung nodded and then, he felt it, the elder's cock sliding inside him. He moaned as he was being filled again, his head lulling back onto the glass, his eyes fluttering shut.

“God, you’re still so tight. It feels so good, love.”

The new angle allows the elder to go deeper into him, to rub his prostate just right and make him see stars. His voice became unfamiliar to him as Jisung let out drawn-out moans and whimpers.

The feeling of Minho's member tearing him apart, the friction, the heat on his neck where the elder’s mouth sucks his skin, it’s just too much for him. Tears of pleasure started flowing down his cheeks, he didn't even try to hold them back.

Skin slapping skin. Groans and moans. The sounds bounce against the walls, filling the room. It’s sinful, unholy. It’s a beautiful symphony that ringed into Jisung's ears as he ws being fucked like never before, as he was being used. Both loved feeling like that, like they didn't even own their body anymore.

Minho sped up, rocking into Jisung at a stealthy pace, pushing him to the edge. His nails dig into the younger’s skin, leaving bloody, angry lines.

Jisung held onto him tighter, not letting go, clenching around his length, hard. He heard Minho groan and whimpered at the beautiful sound. When Minho hit his prostate again, Jisung's whole body shook, his pupils blown wide, his vision distorted as if on drugs. It felt so damn good.

“Scream my name.” Minho whispered in his ear seductively as he’s buried deep inside of him.

Jisung obeyed, screaming Minho's name at the top of his lungs, again and again. He wanted to please him, to let him know how good he’s making him feel, because he does, in many ways.

He lets out a silent cry, shuddering as a dry orgasm blows right through him. Minho comes a few seconds later, groaning in his ear.

“That was… amazing." Jisung panted, a smile on his glowing face making Minho give a lazy smile. He kissed his sweaty forehead in affection.

“You are amazing.”