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Jisung toys with the case of his phone, checking his recent messages with Felix before knocking on the door of the apartment. 

They had become close quickly after they had first met, when Changbin introduced him to Jisung and Chan as his new boyfriend. Jisung had been concerned at the very start, weary of Felix, when he learned that he was a fork. He knew there were laws around that kind of thing, that it was still considered cannibalism to eat a cake, but he’d heard too many horror stories of the people who got too overwhelmed with the urge to consume to not be at least a little worried for Changbin, even if he knew how little it happened. 

Despite that, merely a few hours in Felix’s presence had eased his initial concerns completely. He was kind and considerate, couldn’t hurt a fly, least of all Changbin who he so clearly adored, and least of all Jisung who probably wouldn’t taste like anything to him. They exchanged numbers and continued to talk. Jisung could confidently say that he had found a new friend.

The door slowly creaks open. However, Felix is not the person standing on the other side of the door. Instead, Jisung is startled by an unfamiliar face. 

The man behind the door is slightly taller than him. He has a sharp nose with a mole on the tip, and eyes –slightly obscured by his black hair– that feel like they pierce through him. 

Jisung thinks he might be the most beautiful man he’s ever seen.

“Um,” Jisung blinks, “is this not…does Felix not live here?”

The man's very soft looking mouth opens in understanding.

“You’re Jisung, right?”

He nods.

“Yongbok is just finishing changing from his shower,” The man opens the door wider. “Come in.”

Jisung hesitantly steps inside. He must be the roommate Felix mentioned. 

The apartment is nice, kept tidy, nothing like his place with Changbin and Chan. Others might call it messy, but Jisung preferred to think of it as an organised clutter; if all three of them managed to survive their home, then was it really that bad?

Jisung immediately takes notice of the cake on the counter. Chocolate, he presumes from the colour. 

The man nods at it. “You can go ahead and have some,”  then, a scoff, “I think Changbin got it as a joke.”

“Oh,” Jisung turns towards him, “thank you…”

“Lee Minho,” He tilts his head, “You’re the same age as Yongbok I think, you can call me hyung,” he says with a small smile. Jisung really tries not to stare, but Minho’s face is so captivating, every feature fitting perfectly together. 

He walks towards the kitchen, Jisung trailing behind him, and opens the lid on the cake, cutting a slice and plating, before sliding it to Jisung. When he does nothing, Minho glances at the slice pointedly then back to him.

“Okay,” Jisung shyly reaches for the fork, “Thank you, Minho hyung.”

Jisung digs the fork into the corner of the cake, taking a bite. He was right, it’s chocolate. He digs in again and manages a few more mouthfuls before the weight of the gaze on him becomes too hard to ignore. He glances up at Minho, who has been watching him the whole time. His eyes shift between the fork half in his mouth and the other. 

He holds the fork out towards Minho and lifts it. “Did you…Did you want some?”

Jisung’s already nervous. He’s not usually this bad even around attractive people, but something about Minho, the way he observes Jisung, makes him want to crawl into a hole.

The corners of Minho's mouth twitch. “That’s sweet of you,” his fingers run along the rim of the plate, “but I wouldn’t be able to taste it anyways.”

His stomach churns. “Oh! Oh, you…” The fork wavers.

“Mhm,” Minho confirms, holding eye contact.

“Sorry, uhm, I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have offered if I did! I didn’t mean to seem rude or-”

Before he can finish, Minho leans over and takes the fork into his mouth. He’s still looking at Jisung, smiling– it does little to settle his nerves. The smile is all teeth, so many teeth. Jisung would find the fact that the front two are larger than the rest cute if he didn’t feel…whatever he’s feeling. His breath is clogged in his throat when Minho scrapes the last of the cake off. Jisung’s everything feels warm.

He kind of wants Minho’s teeth all over his skin.

Minho grins fades to confusion as he laves his tongue over the fork, running it over the prongs. His very wet tongue, the tongue that is very much in his mouth. He glares at the fork as if willing it to give him the answers he wants.

“Cheesecake…?”

Jisung blushes, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind his ear, he's not sure why. “It’s chocolate.”

Minho’s eyes snap to him again and Jisung immediately regrets opening his mouth. There’s something in the depths of them that he can’t decipher. If Jisung thought his gaze seemed intense before, it’s nothing compared to now. He stares like he wants to devour Jisung, wants to eat him whole, like he wants to-

“Jisung?”

His head whips around so fast he swears he hears his neck crack. Felix stands in the hallway, hair still damp from his shower and in fresh looking clothes. He smiles when Minho gets up and ruffles his hair, leaving it sticking out at odd angles. 

Felix shifts his eyes between the two of them, taking in Jisung’s red face and the fork that’s still hanging in the air. He feels the need to clear things up, to tell Felix that it wasn’t what it looked like, even if he wasn’t really sure what it looked like. Felix, being the gracious angel that he is, elects to ignore whatever it was he saw and bounds over to Jisung, pulling him into a hug.

“Ahhh Sung, I’m so glad to see you. Minho hyung was nice to you while I wasn’t here right?” Felix pats his arm.

“Yeah he was, really nice,” Jisung peeks at Minho.

He crosses his arms and pouts. “Of course I was. If you don’t stop saying things like that, you might start giving people a bad impression of me, Yongbok-ah.”

“Bad doesn’t mean wrong though,” Felix retorts.

Minho sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I should get going now,” he nods at them, eyes lingering on Jisung, “You two have fun.” 

With that, he grabs his bag from the couch and leaves out the door. 

Jisung releases a breath he didn’t realise he was holding and hears a laugh from Felix. He raises his eyebrow at Jisung.

“So…did something happen or…?” 

Jisung groans. He barely manages to stifle the urge to melt into the floorboard and become one with Felix’s kitchen. He shoves his face into his hands and mutters a curse before turning his face, pleading, towards Felix. 

“Can we please ignore that and go play Overwatch or something?” 

“Sure, whatever you want, Sung,” Felix innocently replies. It's unconvincing. Jisung knows that despite saving him the embarrassment now, sooner or later Felix is going to interrogate the living shit out of him. Maybe he’ll just run away to some place far away, like France, and hope that neither Felix or Minho manage to find him.

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The moment Jisung steps through the door back at home, he feels his shoulders drop. Regardless of where he’s been, coming home always manages to help him relax a little. He's surrounded by a familiar environment and familiar people, even if said people love to bother him to no end.

Changbin’s head, as if summoned, shoots up from its comfortable spot on the armrest of the couch. “How was Felix today?” 

Jisung huffs in disbelief, heading towards him. “You aren’t even gonna ask how I am first?”

Changbin rolls his eyes, making room for Jisung to plop down next to him. “I see you everyday, I know how you are.”

“You practically see Felix everyday and you were literally trying to message him while I was still there.”

“Aww I’m so sorry, poor Jisungie,” Changbin coos, “Were you feeling neglected? Let me ask, how was your day with Felix?”

Jisung scrunches his nose with disgust. “Okay, nevermind. I’m going to my room.” 

He starts to leave but Changbin’s arms, pulling him back down, prevents him.

“No! Wait, actually tell me how it was,” he pleads.

Jisung shrugs. ”It was nice,” He picks at a thread on the couch. “I had a good time with Lix.” 

He contemplates whether or not to add the next part. “Minho hyung told me you got him a chocolate cake because you thought it was funny.”

“It is funny.” It takes a moment for Jisung’s words to catch up with him. “So you met Minho hyung huh?” He’s clearly trying to sound nonchalant. Trying and failing.

“Yeah, why?” Jisung crosses his arms, suspicious. 

“Nothing! Nothing…” A pause, “Did something happen maybe?”

Jisung narrows his eyes. “Did Felix put you up to this?”

“What!” Changbin’s voice turns unnaturally high pitched. “That's crazy, why would he do that? Is it perhaps because something happened?” 

“Nothing happened!” Jisung shoves at his shoulder, “Or maybe it did, but if Felix wants to know, tell him to find out for himself!”

“Okay, okay!” Hands raise in surrender. “Will do, but I feel like that isn’t gonna be much better.” 

Neither does Jisung. In fact, he regretted it the moment it came out of his mouth, but he can’t take it back now.

“So...” Changbin places his phone down. “Something did happen with Minho hyung?”

“Not you too,” Jisung whines.

“Hey, I’m not trying to say anything! I’m just asking!” 

“I mean, no, not really, kind of, I don't know.”

“Okay…that’s really not helping your case there, Jisung.”

“I know.” He shoves his face under Changbin’s arm. One of his favourite hiding places. Even though Changbin loves to tease him, he is one of the few people that Jisung truly feels like he can turn to for comfort– the other being Chan, and newly Felix. “It’s fine, I've got it under control.” 

“What? Your raging hard on for Minho hyung?” Changbin snorts.

Jisung takes it back. He’s gonna choke him. 

He reaches out to strangle Changbin who, unfortunately for Jisung, is much stronger than him and manages to hold his own very easily.

“Okay, that's it. Bye.” He shoves Changbin off him and makes a beeline for his bedroom.

“Bye! Try not to think about Minho too much in there!” Changbin calls out after him, the fucker.

His door slams shut.

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Jisung finds himself at Felix’s door again two days later. He messaged Jisung the night before, insisting that he should come over so they could do something else together, but Jisung’s not stupid enough to believe that. He knows that he’s about to receive the questioning of his life.

The door swings open to reveal Felix’s deceptively bright smile.

A small part of Jisung is selfishly disappointed it wasn’t Minho.

“Come in, come in!” Felix grabs his wrist and drags him over to the couch. He flops down next to Jisung, their shoulders brushing. There's curiosity gleaming in his eyes and Jisung decides to immediately admit defeat. Maybe if he gives up early on, Felix will show him some mercy?

He groans and glares at Felix. “Go ahead, I know you want to ask.”

He claps his hands together. “I’m so glad you brought it up.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get on with it.” 

“So,” he starts, “what the hell was going on with you and Minho hyung on Monday?”

Jisung knew the question was coming. He’s known the question was coming the past two days, yet he still can’t come up with a proper answer. What the hell was going on with him and Minho hyung on Monday?

“I honestly have no idea,” he settles for.

“You were spoon feeding him cake and you don't know how you got there?” 

Jisung blushes. “You saw that?”

“How could I not?” Felix stares, deadpan.

“I- well-” he stutters, drawing his knees up to his chest, “I asked him if he wanted some,” Felix nods, “and he just-” Jisung gnaws at his lip, “he went and took a bite straight from the fork! I wasn’t trying to spoon feed him.” 

“He-” Felix’s face scrunches with confusion, “He took a bite? Even though we can't taste it?”

Jisung grumbles. “Well, I didn't know that when I asked.”

Jisung thinks back to the memory of Minho’s eyes on him, how small he felt under them, and how his teeth looked like they could comfortably clamp down on his throat. He almost shivers. 

“He’s really…intense.” 

Felix stares at him, like he’s trying to figure something out and Jisung’s face will conveniently have the answers written on it. “I mean, he can be,” he shrugs, “especially when he’s intere-'' His eyes widen, “Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Oh my god, he wants to fuck you!” Felix exclaims.

Jisung chokes. “What? No, how did you come to that conclusion?” That can’t be right, why would Felix think that? He must have made a large miscalculation whilst jumping to conclusions because there’s absolutely no way someone like Minho wants to…

“Minho hyung wants to fuck you!”

“Don't say it again!” Jisung hisses, tackling Felix and shoving a pillow in his face, preventing him from speaking any further. 

Felix muffles something out from beneath him and Jisung reluctantly removes the pillow, keeping it near just in case Felix decides to say something stupid again. 

“Jisung,” he pants, holding his hands in front of his face, “as Minho’s roommate and close friend I absolutely know when he’s interested in someone, and the way he was looking at you? I should either feel very happy or very sorry for you.”

“Why would you feel happy for me? Actually, better question, why would you feel sorry for me?” He doesn’t know if he wants the answer, but he also doesn’t know if he’d be able to leave without it.

Felix laughs. “Like I was saying, he can be very…intense when he's interested in someone. Trust me, I’ve heard, but,” a teasing smile graces his lips, “you obviously want him to fuck you, so.” 

Jisung doesn’t think he can get any redder, his face is burning at a temperature you could scramble eggs on. “I don’t- that’s not-” 

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want him,” Felix taunts.

He does, he absolutely does, and that's why instead of turning to Felix, Jisung suffocates his face in the pillow.

“That's what I thought,” Felix laughs again and pulls him closer. “Don’t worry Sung, I have absolute faith in your ability to seduce Minho hyung.” He plants a kiss on Jisung’s cheek. 

“Felix,” Jisung starts to whine before cutting himself off, Felix isn’t paying attention to him but instead licking his lips, brows furrowed. 

“Felix?” Jisung tries again. 

“Cheesecake?” Felix still isn’t looking at him.

Now it's Jisung’s turn to be confused. Cheesecake? Hadn’t Minho said the same thing? Was it a roommate thing or were they both just crazy?

“Oh, oh my god I double figured it out.” Felix finally looks at him.

“What did you double figure out?” 

A tongue lands on his cheek and Jisung yelps. “Ew! Gross, Felix, what was that for?” 

“You’re a cake!” He plants another kiss on Jisung’s cheek. “Cheesecake, I can taste it.”

Jisung’s heart stops. 

“What?”

A smirk grows on Felix’s face. “Not only does Minho hyung want to fuck you, but I’ll bet he also wants to devour you whole.” 

His words are stuck in his throat and all he can manage is a little. “Oh.”

“You’re going to have your hands full dealing with Minho hyung, Jisungie.”

Jisung’s breathing feels unsteady and his body feels like it's been lit aflame, but underneath all the nerves and mild panic, even he can’t ignore the excitement that sparks through him.

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Jisung wakes up feeling well rested for once, which is odd considering…everything. Maybe the emotional exhaustion was what had knocked him out so quickly last night, or maybe it was the fact that he’d slept in until one. His brain keeps re-visiting the conversation with Felix from a few days ago, still not having properly processed it. 

Okay, so what if he tastes good to a fifth of the human population? To Minho, who he couldn’t stop thinking about? It didn’t matter; nothing that Felix claimed about Minho was true anyways, they were both just being crazy – delusional, even – seeing things that weren’t really there. Maybe he should thank Felix for his attempt to raise Jisungs self esteem. It was an odd way to go about it, but he deserved an A plus for effort.

He forgoes changing out of his pyjamas, comfortable in just his boxers and shirt, and makes his way out of his room, heading towards the kitchen.

Jisung had not awoken that day expecting to find Lee Minho in his home.

But when he turns the corner, anticipating Chan or Changbin instead, there he is. Gorgeous and intimidating, just as Jisung last saw him. Alerted by the sound of his footsteps, Minho locks eyes with him from across the room. Suddenly, Jisung regrets not spending ten more seconds to throw some pants on. 

Feeling underdressed, he tugs at the hem of his shirt in hopes that it might cover something more, but all it does is draw Minho’s attention to his legs.

Minho’s eyes follow the movement and pause at the expanse of skin just below Jisung’s top. His tongue peeks out of his mouth, wetting his bottom lip before he eventually drags his eyes back up. Jisung tries not to squirm.

Looking now, he spots Chan leaning across the counter, clearly having been conversing with Minho a moment ago. Chan smiles and waves him over. 

“Hey Sung-ah, you’ve met Min- hey!” Jisung grabs Chan by the arm and tugs him behind the wall, hidden from view. 

“What is he doing here?” Jisung hisses, shaking Chan’s shoulders.

“Who, Minho?” Chan raises a questioning brow, looking far too amused for Jisung’s liking, “He’s my friend…?”

“Wha-” he sputters, “Then how come I hadn't met him before Lix’s?”

“Jisung. You haven’t met most of the people I know.”

Well. That was true. 

“When is he leaving, then?” 

“Are you that eager to get rid of me?” Minho’s voice interrupts. 

Jisung peeks around the wall separating them. There’s a smirk painted across Minho’s face, revealing a slight hint of teeth. It's infuriatingly sexy.

“N-no, I was just asking…” JIsung pulls at his shirt again, stepping around the corner. 

“You can join us if you want Sung, we’re starting a new anime and you’d probably love it.” 

Jisung whips around to Chan, signalling for him to cut it out, but Minho’s voice calls out again from behind him.

“You should join, I’d like that,” His eyes bore into Jisungs. They seem to do that a lot. 

“Uhm,” he nods, the movement jerky, “yeah sure, just let me go and put some pants on or-”

“Oh there’s no need for that. You don’t mind, do you Chan?” Jisung could hit him in his stupidly stunning face.

“Yeah, of course that’s fine, Sung!”

In his mind, Jisung screams. It’s not Chan he’s worried about, not in the slightest. Minho knows that.

The perpetrator’s smile widens, baring his teeth, and Jisung already knows that he should have ran away before he’d been cornered. Regardless, he makes his way towards the living room and mentally prepares himself for whatever he’s just gotten himself into.

They only make it one episode in before Jisung starts to regret everything that ever led to this moment.

He somehow finds himself next to Minho on the couch with Chan on the armchair, the armchair Jisung should be inhabiting. Sitting next to Minho isn’t so bad though; listening to him quietly repeat some of the cutesy dialogue under his breath had coerced more than a few giggles out of Jisung, who receives little smiles in exchange.

He’d started to think that maybe he could just enjoy the show with Minho, use this as an opportunity to get to know him a little better, but clearly, he’d spoken too soon.

The scene switches to a darker shot, and the light of the television dims, no longer shining on their faces. There's a shift under the blanket that Jisung took to cover his legs. Then, a hand on his knee. He glances up at Minho, hoping to find something in his expression to give away what he’s planning, but the elder still has his eyes trained on the show. He glides his hand, slowly, torturously, up Jisungs thigh. 

His breathing stutters in his chest. 

Minho still isn't looking at him as he traces his hand back to Jisung’s knee, rubbing in calming motions. The hand travels up his leg again, reaching even higher this time, nearing where the bottom of his boxers start before it falls back to Jisung’s knee once again. He continues to smooth his hand back and forth, and Jisung feels himself starting to melt into the touch.

Until, unexpectedly, there’s a pinch to his thigh.

Jisung suppresses a squeak, legs attempting to slam shut as a reflex, but the grip Minho has on him is too strong, it forces Jisungs legs to part again. He squeezes, reprimanding, and finally turns his head to face him. 

His breath fans over Jisung’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Minho’s lips are so, so close. 

“Do you want me to stop?” 

Jisung slaps his hand over Minho’s before he even registers what he’s doing. Cheeks tinted red, he trails his eyes to Minho’s. 

“No.” The word comes out hushed, barely uttered. “Don’t stop, please.”

Minho’s eyes seem to curve with delight and his grip on Jisung’s thigh tightens. “Then stop squirming and be good, you can do that for me right?”

Be good.

Be good.

The words shoot straight to Jisung’s dick. He shuts his eyes and nods as quickly as he can. Small, frantic movements, earning him another squeeze in return. The rubbing continues again. 

It's another five minutes before something wet traces along the shell of Jisungs ear. His eyes fly open, finding Minho’s smug ones from where Jisung had settled in his side. He inches closer, lips nearly brushing the skin on Jisung’s neck and, for a split second, he really thinks that Minho is going to bite him.

“You taste so delicious, sweetheart,” he whispers, voice low.

Jisung is unable to completely suppress the whimper he lets out. Mortified, he attempts to dislodge himself from Minho again, who still doesn’t budge. 

There's a pause and Jisung knows he’s messed up. He’s not sure what Minho’s going to say, or what he’s going to do.

“That's not being good, is it?” 

Jisung is embarrassingly hard, he doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on in his life. He gulps, hanging his head, and manages to stutter out an apology. 

“S-sorry.” He bites his lip and teases it between his teeth.

Another squeeze and a tsk. “Don’t do that, baby. You’ll hurt yourself.”

Jisung releases his lip. He tries to level his breathing as Minho’s palm continues to smooth over his thigh. He wants to pull it higher, he wants Minho’s tongue on him again. He wants, he wants so much.

The hand stops, resting high on his thigh. He blinks at Minho, confused, a protest on the tip of his tongue. 

“Chan’s here, remember?” Minho reminds him.

Shit. He’d completely forgotten, too absorbed in everything Minho was doing to be aware of his surroundings. He shoots Chan a glance but he doesn’t seem to be looking their way. Had he seen? Did Chan notice and was just pretending he hadn’t?

As if sensing his internal turmoil, Minho strokes his thumb over Jisung’s skin. “He wasn’t paying attention, but he might notice soon. So let's get back to the show, hmm?” He smiles softly, easing Jisung’s racing mind.

He nods, not trusting his words. He doesn't want to think about the sigh of relief he lets out when Minho doesn’t remove his hand, leaving it right where it was, a grounding presence.

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When he’s done waving goodbye to Minho, Jisung flees to his room as quickly as he can, speeding past a mildly bemused looking Chan. He throws himself at his bed and muffles a scream into his pillow. 

Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around? Minho’s the one who’s supposed to be all consumed by desire to devour Jisung, so why does Jisung crave it so painfully?

He ghosts his fingers over his boxers and contemplates the morality of getting off to the thought of someone he barely knows. Ultimately, he decides that if Minho didn’t want him to, he wouldn’t have felt Jisung up on his own couch. 

He slides his hand under the band of his underwear and slowly fists his cock, thumbing at the head. He wonders if Minho’s doing the same. He thinks back to the way Minho’s tongue felt on his skin, barely brushing him. He wants to know what it would feel like all over, taking him apart bit by bit.

He’s too worked up to pretend he’s not disappointed that Minho didn't bite him. He knows that it might have been too obvious, that Chan wouldhave caught them if Minho did, but his brain and his dick seem not to understand each other all that well. 

Jisung scrambles over the edge of the bed to open his bottom drawer, taking out a bottle of lube and his trusty pink dildo. Uncapping the bottle and pouring some lube onto his fingers, he rubs them together to warm it up. He doesn’t think Minho would, he thinks Minho would fuck him with his fingers, lube still uncomfortably cold, just to watch the way Jisung would writhe.

He brushes a finger against his hole and slips it in, turning to bite his pillow to prevent any noises from escaping.

“Mmfng,” he guides the finger out and back in again, his mind consumed by Minho, Minho, Minho. 

“Hhnn,” Minho would be able to reach deeper.

Be good.

Jisung whines, teeth still clamped on the pillowcase. Impatient, he adds another two. The stretch stings a little, it's been a bit since he’d done this last, but he doesn’t care. He spreads them and thrusts a few more times before patting the bed, scavenging for his dildo.

His hands meet the hard silicone, wrapping around it, easing it in, pausing to take a breath. Jisung pushes until it's bottomed out, he gasps at the sensation, unintentionally releasing the pillow from his teeth. 

“Ahh!”

Eyes wide, he rushes to slap a hand over his mouth. The rooms in their apartment are soundproof enough, but even the thought that either Chan or Changbin might have heard him has Jisung burning with embarrassment. 

When he doesn’t hear the sound of anyone approaching, or any signs that he’s accidentally exposed himself, he pulls the dildo out until just the tip remains and shoves it back in. 

“Ngh- ah, ah.”

He fucks himself, fast and hard. His thoughts wander back to the source of his problem. If Minho had squeezed hard enough, would it have left marks? Would Minho slap him around and treat him roughly just like he desired? Would Minho bite him and make sure everyone knows who he belongs to?

He pushes back, riding the toy to the best of his ability, hips moving faster at the thought of teeth on his skin. He thinks of the pressure, the sting. Minho could draw blood if he wanted to. Jisung would let him.

Reaching down with the hand that was formerly on his mouth, Jisung grazes over his nipple and lets out a small gasp. He rubs it, tugging and pinching in time with the thrusts of his hips, each one punching out a, “Hyung, hyung, Minho h-hyung.”

His aim changes direction, just a smidge, and his hips buck as the head of the dildo grazes his prostate. Jisung has to bite his lip to keep a loud pathetic noise from escaping his throat. 

Minho would scold him again for that, remind him not to bite his lip, Jisung shouldn’t hurt himself, only his hyung can do that. Baby, he had called him. Don't do that, baby.

He fucks back even harder, each thrust prodding him directly where he needs it, making his legs twitch all over. He tugs his nipple harshly, whimpering, wishing it was something sharper pulling at it. 

You taste delicious, sweetheart.

“Hyungngf.” Jisung’s hips jerk as he cums all over his abdomen.

He winces a little when he pulls the toy out, trying to avoid making the mess on the bed worse. He’s too tired now to be bothered with cleaning up, that can be a problem for future Jisung.

His eyes shut as he drifts off to sleep, dreams occupied by one person. 

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“I don't know, it’s just. Ugh.” Jisung plops his head onto Felix’s lap, relishing in the feeling of the fingers combing through his hair. Felix has been his most trusted person to relay all of his Minho problems to. It feels less embarrassing to talk to him about it than it would with either of his hyungs; he knows how awkward the conversation would be, especially with Chan, though he has a suspicion that Felix is sharing most things with Changbin anyway. 

“It’s ‘ugh’?” Felix starts to braid little bits of his hair. There’s a documentary about sea life droning on in the background that Jisung would normally love to force Felix into watching with him, but his mind is too preoccupied with a certain someone to enjoy it.

“He’s just so attractive,” he whines, “He’s so attractive and cool and he’s playing with me! Why couldn’t he just be like any other fork and fuck me the moment he realised I want it? I don’t even have his number or anything!” He buries his face in his hands.

Felix snorts and shuffles, forcing Jisung to sit up, migrating off his lap. “Okay, first of all, Minho hyung is not cool, you are just blinded by love, or- uh, lust,” Jisung pouts, “Second of all, hyung loves to play with his food, so rest assured you will get the pounding you deserve, you needy slut, but that doesn’t mean you can’t rile him up first.” Felix pinches his cheeks, reminiscent of those aunties Jisung hasn’t seen in years.

He blinks. “Rile him up?”

“Yeah! Like, wear something provocative or give him payback for the couch thing,” Felix winks at him. 

“Do you think I could pull that off?” Jisung doesn’t think he could. Normally, he might have the confidence for it, but something about Minho makes him feel so weak in the knees, and in the heart, which is ridiculous considering they haven’t had a conversation that lasted longer than five minutes.

“Of course you could, Jisungie! You shouldn’t ever doubt your ability to seduce someone, but, pause for a second. Is that what you think of me?” Felix holds a hand to his heart in mock offence.

“Hmm?” Jisung rolls his head to the side, facing Felix. His brows are turned in, a silent question.

“That any other fork, which,” he points at himself,  “includes me, would fuck you the moment they knew you wanted to!” 

“Isn’t that exactly what happened when you met Changbin?”

By the silence that fills the room, Jisung knows he’s won. 

“That’s not what this conversation is about,” Jisung tries to keep his face straight, he really does, but if the scowl Felix is wearing is anything to go by, he’s failed.

“But you were the one who-”

“Anyways!” Felix interrupts, “That’s besides the point. The point is! If you’re so impatient to be in Minho hyung’s pants, then do something yourself.” 

“But like,” Jisung groans and leans back onto Felix, seeking the comfort of his small hands, “what would I even do anyways?”

Felix hums. “You could always wear a skirt.” 

Jisung’s body stiffens. He…could do that. “Oh. Would- would hyung like that?”

“Are you kidding?” Felix grabs his face, “Hyung is freaky as hell, and you? In a skirt? You are guaranteed to be bent over the nearest surface,” He kisses Jisung’s forehead, his tongue poking out and lightly grazing him.

“Lix! Stop doing that!” Jisung scrunches his face and glares. 

“Sorry,” he says with a toothy grin, not looking sorry in the slightest, “Can’t help it, right?”

“Don’t you have a Changbin you can do that to?” He grumbles.

“Yeah, but I also have a Jisung.” Another kiss, this time on his cheek.

“You’re insufferable and I regret befriending you.”

“Sure you do.” He pulls Jisung into his arms, allowing his chin to rest on Felix’s shoulder. Jisung melts into the embrace, taking a peek at his phone to check the time. He nearly drops it, rushing to his feet. 

“Shit!” His eyes are locked on the screen, as if staring hard enough could make the clock change. 

“Sung?” Felix sits up, “What’s wrong?” 

“I missed the last bus.” His hands are in his hair, messing it up worse than it already was.

“It’s not that late already, is it?” Felix checks his own phone and lets out an oh.  

Jisung opens his contacts, scrolling to Chan’s, but his finger pauses in the air when he remembers what he’d been told earlier that day. “Oh god,” he runs a hand down his face, “Channie hyung said that he was going to be out today with Changbin which means neither of them can come get me.” 

Felix rubs his back, attempting to comfort him. “Hey, worst comes to worst, you can just stay the night and leave tomorrow.” 

Felix is right. It's fine, it’s so fine, except he doesn’t have any clothes to sleep in, he doesn’t have a toothbrush and he hates the feeling of not brushing his teeth and-

Before he can finish, the door slides open, and out comes Minho. Both blonds whip around towards him and he freezes in the doorway, blinking confusedly at the two. 

“Uhh, hi,” he straightens up and shuts the door behind him, “I didn’t know you’d still be here, Jisung.” 

Jisung momentarily snaps out of his panic induced daze and is able to properly take in the sight in front of him. Minho looks just about the same as he has the last two times they’d come across one another, until his eyes land on the cat beanie currently on his head.

“Oh my god, hyung, perfect! Can you take Jisungie home please?” Felix pouts and puts on his best puppy eyes, clasping his hands together. 

Jisung yanks him back by the back of his shirt and rapidly shakes his head. “Haha, no it’s fine, you don't have to, really!”

Minho’s eyes meet his. He’d thought that Minho looked softer today, when he wasn’t expecting to see Jisung, but he still looks hungry despite that.

He shrugs. “If you need me to, then I can.”

“Wonderful!” Felix opens the door again and shoves them both out, slamming it in their face. 

“Ookay,” Minho smiles at him – he really needs to stop doing that for the sake of Jisung’s wellbeing – and motions his head towards the elevator. “You ready to go?”

Jisung nods and follows Minho down.

They walk in awkward silence until they reach his car, neither of them sure of what to say, before Jisung breaks it with a cough.

“So,” he points at the top of his head, “cat beanie huh?” 

Minho’s face rapidly gains colour, turning pink as he reaches for his keys.

“I didn’t exactly expect you to still be here,” Minho defends, “It’s past 7pm.”

Jisung pouts. “Does that mean you wouldn’t have worn it if you knew you’d see me?” 

The idea mildly upsets him. He doesn’t want Minho to feel like he can’t be himself around Jisung. He wants to know everything about him, including every silly part of his personality.

Minho raises an eyebrow. “Do you want me to?”

“I want hyung to do whatever he wants to do.” 

They hold each other's gaze, neither of them willing to back down. 

Ten seconds later Minho snaps his head away and lets out a small tch, opening the door for the younger boy.

“Just get in the car, Jisung.” 

So he does. 

Once the door closes and Jisung settles in his seat, an arm reaches across his body to clip in his seatbelt. He turns, eyes wide, towards Minho who pats Jisung’s hip and returns to the driver's seat. 

“Need to keep you safe, don't I?”

Jisung bites back a grin, nodding. “What would I do without you, hyung?” 

A snort comes from beside him. “You’d still be stuck with Yongbok-ah, that’s what.” 

“Hmph.” 

He sees the corner of Minho’s lips pull upwards as he reverses out of the parking spot. He leans his arm on the back of the headrest that Jisung is occupying, it shouldn’t be as attractive as it is.

“What do you two even do that takes up so much time?”

Jisung hums. If he was being honest he would say something along the lines of, Talk about how badly I want you. He’s not a big fan of embarrassing himself on purpose though, so he doesn’t.

“We watched a documentary.” Technically true. 

“A documentary?” Minho’s smiling, amused. 

“What?” Jisung defensively crosses his arms, “What’s wrong with documentaries? I love documentaries.” 

That was also true, he often found himself on the couch for hours, just sitting and watching documentaries on anything he found interest in. Sue him. It was fun. 

“Nothing’s wrong with documentaries,” a chuckle, “It’s cute that you like them. I can imagine you getting absorbed in them, stuck on the couch, all wrapped up in blankets.” 

That’s exactly what he does. Apparently Minho speedran his fucking Jisungology degree. 

He pulls at his hoodie strings, enclosing the fabric of the hood over his face. Petulantly, he flicks an ear of the cat beanie. “Cute like the beanie hyung’s wearing?” 

Minho glances at him, just for a split second. “You sure like this beanie, huh Jisungie? Do you want one, is that it?”

Jisungie. He feels his face heat. “Like I said, it’s cute.”

“It is,” Minho nods in agreement. “Reminds me of one of my cats, Dori. That’s why I got it.” 

“You have a cat?” Jisung doesn’t remember seeing anything for a cat at his place, let alone any actual cats.

“I have three,” Minho’s hand absentmindedly taps the steering wheel, “Soonie, Doongie, and Dori. They’re living with my parents at the moment, since our apartment doesn’t allow pets, so I try to visit them at least once a week.” 

He visits his cats and parents every week. Just how perfect could he get? 

“I love cats,” he sinks further into his hoodie.

“Really?” Minho raises an eyebrow, a small smirk twitches at the corner of his lips. “Maybe I’ll take you to visit them one day.” 

Jisung sucks in a breath, was Minho implying what Jisung thought he was implying? 

He tugs at the strings on his top again. “I’d like that.” 

“Yeah?” Minho looks almost as breathless as Jisung feels.

“Yeah.”

Talking feels oddly comfortable between the two. Minho makes him feel like his entire body is lit on fire, every touch and look between them burning into his skin. Yet, somehow, he also makes Jisung feel like he could say anything in the world and Minho would never look at him any differently.

Jisung doesn’t know what compels him to bring it up, disrupting the comfortable atmosphere they’d created. 

Okay, maybe he does. 

“Hyung?” He looks out the window, trying to act nonchalant.

“Mm?” 

“Is it normal for people like you to,” he waves vaguely in the air, “you know, to just, take a taste…of people like me?” 

Jisung notices the way Minho’s grip tightens on the steering wheel, knuckles almost turning white. He hides his face in his hood so the smile growing on his face isn’t visible .

“No, it isn’t,” he can almost hear the leather under Minho’s hand, “Why are you asking?” 

“Oh, nothing, it’s just,” Jisung feels giddy, “Felix likes to kiss me sometimes, to taste me.”

He fears Minho might actually break the wheel. 

“Felix should know better,” he manages through gritted teeth. 

Jisung tilts his head. “He should?” 

“He should.”

God, maybe Felix had been right about the whole riling Minho up thing, Jisung was having the time of his life. 

The car stops, startling him. He hadn’t even noticed that they’d already arrived. 

A hand grips his chin and tilts it up, facing Minho. 

“You shouldn’t let anyone else taste you, Jisung.” 

Anyone else.

He swallows and slowly nods, leaning closer until he can feel the breath from Minho’s lips on his own. His eyes search Minho’s sharp gaze, hoping they manage to convey that he wants this just as bad, if not more, than Minho does.

“Nobody but hyung, right?” 

Minho thumbs over his cheek, the touch so light and soft it sends a shiver coursing through his body. 

“That’s right,” his teeth are so close. “Nobody but hyung.” 

Jisung almost moans when he feels a barely there bite on his ear lobe. Minho tugs it with his teeth gently, bringing his lips around it to suck, just once.

Jisungs does let out a soft moan, and almost complains when his ear is released.

Silence, neither of them want to move. Jisung is tempted to pull Minho in and kiss him like he so desperately wants to, but alas, Minho has other plans. He reaches out and places his phone in Jisung’s hand, who stares at it in confusion. 

“For your number.” Jisung’s heart skips a beat. 

He keys in his number and hands the phone back to Minho, letting him decide on a contact name.

“Message me tonight, hyung?” His eyes are wide, hopeful. 

Minho brushes a strand of hair out Jisung’s face. “Why wouldn’t I?” 

🍰🍰🍰

As Jisung gets ready for bed, he receives a notification. He’d been waiting by his phone since the moment he’d gotten home, gazing at it every two minutes, waiting for a text. Not that he’d ever admit it.

As soon as the screen lights up Jisung flings himself at his phone, opening his messages with a speed he didn’t know he possessed. 

(xxx xxx xxxx)
[picture]

[picture] 

Soondoongdori 

Jisung settles himself on his bed and opens the pictures, the first shows three very cute looking cats, all snuggled together on a large cat bed. A hand, presumably Minho's, is petting one of them on the back. Minho has very nice hands. 

The second picture features Minho in the centre of Soonie, Doongie, and Dori, completely surrounded, and feeding them treats with the loveliest smile on his face.

He rolls around excitedly on his mattress and saves the contact as ‘Hyung 🐱’ before replying.

Me

Is that how you start every conversation?

They’re very cute though hyung, I might like
them more than I like you

Hyung 🐱

Yes.

And I would accept that, they’re the
only creatures alive I would accept
loss to. 

Jisung bites his lip whilst typing out a response, he feels like a teenage girl with a crush.

Me

You’re silly hyung

He nervously taps on the edge of his phone, waiting for Minho to text back.

Hyung 🐱

I must be if you’re the one saying that

Me

What does that mean >:((

Hyung 🐱

Nothing at all

You should sleep now Jisung

We wouldn't want you missing any more buses

Me

Sighhh 

Goodnight hyung

Hyung 🐱

Goodnight sweetheart

Jisung shuts his phone off and smushes his face into his pillow, heart beating wildly in his chest.

🍰🍰🍰

Jisung had been doing everything he could to try and keep his mind off of tonight. He’d cleaned his room, cleaned the bathroom, and even tried to cook before Chan had prevented him from going any further, for the sake of their apartment. 

Concerned, Chan pats Jisung’s shoulders. “You alright, Sung?”

Totally. He was totally alright, other than the fact that he kind of felt like his stomach was going to turn inside out and shoot his heart out his throat. 

“Yeah,” he manages to croak out, “I'm so fine.”

Somehow, he’d actually let Felix convince him to do this. To gain the upper hand by teasing Minho and leaving. To not let him win. Which was why, tonight, he’d be going over to Felix’s place to ‘watch a movie’. In reality, he was going over to get all prettied up in an attempt to seduce Minho, and when Minho is most affected, Jisung is going to run back to his movie with Felix and ignore him. 

Since Lix will be there with him, it should be fine. Totally, amazingly, fine.

“Okay…” He knows Chan doesn’t believe him, but he also knows Chan won’t ask just yet, and that’s completely fine with Jisung. “Well, did you want a ride to Felix’s?”

Jisung looks up from the pan and his burnt remnants of…french toast? He thinks? He honestly doesn’t remember. 

“Oh, hmm,” he contemplates. He was planning on taking the bus, but driving would be much quicker. However, the drive with Chan would give him time to pry and inquire about why Jisung nearly burned their home down. 

Eventually, the pros outweigh the cons, the pros being that Jisung really didn’t want to take the bus that day, and he concedes. 

“Yeah, alright, if you don't mind hyung.”

Chan picks up his keys from the front and gestures out the door. “Let's go then.”

Two minutes into the drive is all it takes for Chan to crack and ask the first question. 

“Did your attempt to kill us all perhaps come from nerves about seeing Minho tonight?” He asks, clearly trying to be chill. Jisung doesn’t know how both of his hyungs came to be such terrible actors. 

“How do you even know about that?” Jisung whines, trying as hard as he can to sink into the cushions of the car seat. 

“Ehhh, Changbin isn’t exactly subtle, and neither are you,” Chan shrugs. There’s a light flush on his cheeks.

“What do you mean I’m not-” he halts. Surely Chan doesn’t mean…

Hyung, hyung, Minho h-hyung.

Jisung could explode from the heat radiating off his face. “Oh my god!” He all but shrieks. “Tell me you’re not saying what I think you’re saying hyung, because if so, I will jump out of the window right now.” 

“It’s fine! It’s a normal reaction to have after…whatever you guys were doing under the blanket.” 

Despite what he says, Chan’s face is no less red.

Pause. After what?

“You noticed that!?” Goodbye world, hello concrete road. 

He might not be the only one considering it judging by the look in Chan's eyes. 

“It would have been really hard not to,” he keeps his gaze firmly on the road, and thank god for tha–, if Chan looked at Jisung right now his embarrassment might kill him before the road could. 

“Mnnfgn.” Jisung’s not even going to attempt to say anything. 

Chan sighs. “At least you know he likes you back.” 

“Why? Just because he likes to tease me and gave me his number?” He grumbles.

“In Minho language that’s absolutely what that means,” Chan shrugs. “He also literally doesn’t shut up about you.” 

Jisung’s head whips to him. “What?”

“Ever since the first night you showed up at his place he couldn’t stop asking about you, complaining to me and Bin about ‘hiding you away’ or whatever he said,” he explains, like it isn’t the most earth shattering thing Jisung has ever heard. 

The moment they park Jisung flings himself out, slamming the car shut behind him.

“Thanks for the ride hyung, bye!” He almost sprints to Felix’s door.

🍰🍰🍰

Jisung tries not to blink when the eyeshadow brushes over his eyelid, but it’s awfully ticklish and Felix is not making it easy for him. 

“Stop it,” he chides, continuing to drag the makeup out into a small, smoky wing.

Jisung huffs. “I’m trying!”

He’ll deal with the discomfort of it though. Felix said that it would make his eyes look larger and more striking, or something, and Jisung is going to need all the confidence he can get.

“Plus it’s always fun to see how ruined your makeup will get after-”

“Lix!”

“Okay, okay!” He laughs, pulling his hands away in surrender and dabbing the brush back into the eyeshadow palette.

“Are you done yet?” The words come out mumbled. He anxiously rubs his hands over his knees.

“Almost, almost, just give me one sec,” he brushes a couple more times along Jisung’s left eye before leaning away, satisfaction clear on his face. “Done! Ta da!”

He turns the mirror towards Jisung and- oh, his eyes do look larger, and prettier. He pulls the mirror closer towards himself and examines the eyeshadow. It’s a simple black smoky eyeliner look, but it really does accentuate his features.

A shy smile plays on the edges of Jisung’s mouth as he turns back to Felix. “It looks wonderful, thank you.”

Felix pulls him into a hug. “you look wonderful. Now,” he grins, sly, “let's complete the rest of the look, shall we?”

Jisung is dragged along to the bedroom, where multiple items of clothing have been laid out across the bed. There are jumpers, shirts, and most importantly, skirts. 

“The top you’re wearing now is fine if you want to wear that.” Felix gestures to the black, v neck sweater Jisung has on.

He nods, he chose this sweater because he thought it’d look nice with a skirt. 

“That just leaves us with the bottoms then,” Felix snorts, and Jisung glares, already knowing where this is going. 

“Get it? Because you’re a-”

“Har har, yes, I got it Felix, let’s move on?” 

He receives an eye roll in response. “Well, take your pick.”

He scans the garments. There are a couple of maxi skirts that would be a safe option, they show a lot less skin while still being pretty and delicate, but Jisung doesn’t want safe. He wants to see Minho lose his composure again, like he did in the car. His gaze settles on a dark grey pleated miniskirt, there’s a little bow on the side. Jisung finds it incredibly cute.

He picks it up and holds it out to Felix. “This one?” 

“Ohh!” Felix claps his hands together, “You have great taste Sungie, let’s get this on you.”

He makes his way back to the bathroom and slips his pants off, replacing them with the skirt. He twirls in front of the mirror and glances down at his thighs, the skirt is shorter than he expected it to be, but he doesn't mind. He bites his lip at the memory of what happened the last time he wore something so short. 

You taste so delicious, sweetheart.

He slaps a hand to his cheek. Focus Jisung, focus, you're fucking with him this time, don't let him win. He keeps attempting to talk himself up in the mirror until he's interrupted by Felix knocking on the door.

“Come out Jisung, I wanna see!” He knocks harder.

Jisung sighs and unlocks the door, opening it with a click. He stands in front of Felix, swivelling from side to side to show off the skirt. 

“So,” he does one final spin, “what do you think?” 

There’s a moment of silence where neither of them say a word. 

“I think,” Felix starts, “that you are screwed in every sense of the word.” 

Jisung’s eyebrows furrow. “Is that…a good thing?” 

“For you? Yes.” Felix pats him on the ass. 

He jumps away and wags a finger at him. “If you do that Minho hyung will be even more pissed at you.”

“What do you mean?” Felix tilts his head. 

Jisung slaps a hand over his mouth, eyes widening when he realises what he’s said. “Uhhhhh,” he rapidly walks towards the couch and away from Felix, “mm, I don't remember saying anything? That's so funny actually haha-”

He runs into the armchair and lets out an oof. Grabbing a pillow, he holds in front of him in defence. 

“What did you mean by that, Jisung?” An arm shoots out, shoving the pillow away from his face.

Jisung stares into Felix’s eyes until he notices one of them twitching.

He tugs at his fingers. “Uhm, okay so, I maybe…uh-”

“Spit it out.” 

Taking a deep breath, Jisung confesses his sin. “I maybe, sort of, told Minho how you like to taste me sometimes to make him jealous.” The words come out rushed and jumbled, but Felix still manages to understand him.

“You didn’t.” Felix’s mouth is agape. 

“I did…?” 

“So you'rethe reason I was banished to cook for myself yesterday!” He exclaims.

“Uhm,” Jisung blinks, unsure of how to respond. “You can’t taste it anyways, though.”

“Yeah but hyung doesn’t burn the food he makes!”

Ah. Him and Felix were so similar sometimes.

Hands grapple onto his shoulders, shaking him until he can hear his own brain rattle in his skull. “You are so lucky that I’m me,” Felix gasps out. “If you had tried to use anyone else to make Minho hyung jealous, we would have had a murder on our hands.” 

He probably shouldn’t find that hot. 

“I’m sorry?” He offers, expression as apologetic as it can be. 

“Ugh,” Felix groans, “you’re also lucky I'm so invested in your sex life or else I wouldn't put up with this.”

Scrunching his face with disgust, Jisung asks, “Am I?” 

“Yes. Yes, you are.”

Grumbling disagreeably, Jisung makes himself comfortable next to Felix. They have a few hours until Minho is supposed to get home, so they had planned a couple of movies to watch together. 

It’s enjoyable, the movie takes their minds off of everything, and both of them seem to have mostly forgotten what Jisung came here for. The thought of it makes his mouth dry, so Jisung picks up the remote and pauses the movie. 

“You good, Sung?” Felix peaks at him from the pillow pile he’s made for himself.

“Yeah, I’m just thirsty,” he explains. “Can I grab some water?” 

“Yeah go ahead, I’ll wait for you.” 

With that, Jisung moves away from the living room and heads into the kitchen. 

Once he arrives he reaches into the fridge and pours himself some water from the jug. He gulps down the whole glass in one go, attempting to relieve the feeling in his throat.

He wonders what Minho will think when he sees him like this, if he’ll find him pretty. He wonders what will happen when Jisung leaves, just to go and join Felix once again.

His mouth is still dry. He pours himself another cup and manages a sip before a hand grabs his waist, startling him.

“Felix? I thought you said you’d wait for me?” He starts to turn but the voice that meets his ears makes him freeze. 

“Are you and Yongbok that close, Jisung?” 

His breath catches in his throat. That wasn’t Felix’s voice.

Minho wasn’t meant to be here yet, they were still supposed to have at least an hour until he got home.

Damn you Minho. He was already ruining their plans. 

“I-” he takes a deep, shaky breath, “I thought you weren’t meant to be home yet.” 

He slowly faces Minho, very brave of him if he does say so himself, and nearly tumbles over.

Minho looks hungry, so hungry. His eyes roam every inch of Jisung’s body, taking in the sight before him like it’s his dinner. 

A finger tugs on the edge of his skirt. “This is pretty,” Minho continues to fiddle with the hem, his hand dangerously close to the inside of Jisung’s thigh. 

Jisung’s breathing is erratic as he straightens his spine and forces himself to hold eye contact with Minho. 

“Did- did you,” pull yourself together Jisung, “want something to drink?” 

Talking to Minho like this was so, incredibly, different from how it was in the car.

He takes in Jisung’s face once more before his eyes flit to the cup still in his hand.

Minho grins, baring his teeth. “I would, actually.” 

Quicker than Jisung could run to pour another drink, Minho’s hand wraps around his, pulling the glass Jisung had just used towards his mouth. 

He hears the clackof Minho’s teeth against it as he drinks, lips wrapping over the edge of the cup, the exact spot Jisung drank out of. 

He gets deja vu, remembering the first time they met. The way the heat spreads inside Jisung, the way he doesn’t know whether he should run or beg Minho to do something. 

Except, this time Jisung can see his tongue completely through the glass. The way it glides over the cup again and again, lapping up any remnants of Jisung on it that he can get. His teeth meet the rim with each drag of his tongue and the clacking becomes background noise to Jisung’s panicking. 

Jisung doesn’t know what to do, he just stands there as Minho drinks like he’s been deprived of water for days. His grip around the cup, and Jisung’s hand, tightens, pulling him closer until they’re barely separated by the glass. Minho swallows down the last remains of the droplets in the glass, and returns it back down on the counter, attention solely on Jisung once again. 

Both hands now rest on his waist. They squeeze lightly, and Jisung isn’t able to hold back the shaky breath that leaves his lips. A smirk tugs at the edges of Minho’s mouth. 

“What’s got you so nervous, sweetheart?” His thumb makes its way under Jisung’s jumper, smoothing at the skin of his waist, Jisung shivers. “I don’t bite.” 

Liar.

“Don't you?” He glares weakly.

Minho raises an eyebrow in return, he moves closer, pressing his nose into the junction of Jisung’s neck. His mouth opens and grazes his teeth along Jisung’s throat, coercing a whimper out of him. 

Gently, a kiss is placed over the same spot. 

“Only if you ask very, very nicely.” 

“Minho,” the name comes out in a whine. Jisung’s legs almost buckle, propelling him into Minho’s embrace. The feeling of the firm chest against his snaps Jisung out of his current state and he remembers what the goal of tonight was supposed to be. He straightens up and pushes himself off Minho, who merely watches him with amusement. 

“Where are you going?” He crosses his arms over his chest. His very large, supple, chest.

“Back to the movie!” Jisung squeaks, he’s already managed to exit the kitchen, all he has to do is make it back to Felix and the couch, and he’ll be complete safe and-

Felix isn’t there. 

He frantically searches the room with his eyes but all he finds is a turned off TV and an empty couch. 

“If you’re looking for Yongbok, he left the moment I came through the door. Said he’s going to yours actually,” Minho calls from behind him.

Jisung’s heart drops to his stomach.

That littler traitor-

“That’s not- that’s not how this is supposed to go-”

“How what’s supposed to go? Hmm?”

Jisung whips around to the source of the voice. “Did he tell you?” He demands. Minho’s eyebrow twitches. 

“Yongbok didn’t have to tell me anything, baby,” he says, mirth clear in his voice. He keeps stepping closer until Jisung is flush to the back of the couch, cornered and with nowhere to run. One hand makes its way back under Jisung’s top, roaming freely along his back, the other, caresses under his eye makeup. “Look at you,” Minho breathes, “all dolled up for me, anyone could put together that you were acting like a slut on purpose.” 

Jisung whimpers. High pitched and loud. He fists his hands into Minho’s shirt and shakes his head. “No, I’m- I’m not. You said I was good, before.”

Minho watches him hungrily. Taking in every shift of his leg, every twitch of his fingers. Anticipation spreads through Jisung’s veins like wildfire. 

“That was before you decided to flounce around wearing this,” he yanks at the bottom of the skirt, harsh enough to throw Jisung off balance. “If you didn’t want me to fuck you today, you should have come up with a different idea.” 

That's all the warning Jisung gets before lips crash into his own. His hands scramble over Minho’s back, trying to find something to grab, before he grapples onto Minho’s shoulders, holding on for dear life.

Minho kisses Jisung like he’s trying to memorise the way he tastes. 

Which, he probably is.

His tongue drags along the roof of Jisung’s mouth as his hand buries itself in blonde hair, tilting the other’s head just the way he wants it. Minho groans into the kiss and the sound makes Jisung’s dick twitch under the skirt. His voice is so very attractive.

He squeaks when Minho bites down on his bottom lip, dragging it before releasing it with a wet pop.

“God, you taste so good,” Minho trails kisses down the column of his neck, lightly clenching his teeth on the way. 

“I-” Jisung attempts to catch his breath, enough to form words, “I do?” 

“Like the sweetest cheesecake I've ever had,” he nips at Jisung’s collar bones, not at all concealed by his jumper, causing him to jump.

“Hyung,” he breathes out. His hair is sticking up at odd angles, and he’s so turned on he might combust.

Minho’s hands grip the back of his thighs, reaching up his skirt to meet the bottom of his underwear. Minho stills, tracing the hem of the undergarments, and curses. 

“Are you seriously wearing fucking panties?” 

Jisung blushes, turning his face to the side. “I didn't want the boxers to show under the skirt.” 

He’s lifted up higher and yelps when he’s tossed onto the couch, bouncing from the impact on the pillows. 

Minho’s lips meet his again, kissing him with even more fervour, mouth claiming every inch of Jisung’s that he can. His hand reaches between the cushions and pulls out a small tube of lube and a condom. Jisung can’t help the rush of jealousy. Just how many people had Minho slept with that he needed to keep lube and condoms hidden in the couch? 

As if sensing his thoughts, Minho softly kisses his temple, running his hands up and down Jisung’s thighs. “They’re Yongbok’s,” he explains, “you don’t want to know how I found out about it.” 

Jisung’s giggle turns into a gasp when Minho tugs on his panties, the friction on his cock as Minho pulls them down his legs makes him twitch. Minho traces a finger up, rubbing over the tip.

Eyeing the packet in Minho’s hand, Jisung’s hit with the realisation that he doesn’t want anything between them, he wants to be able to feel Minho fully, and he’s not letting a stupid condom stop him.

He reaches out, grabbing Minho’s wrist before he can do much else. 

“Uhm, hyung…” He trails off, shy now, refusing to look into Minho’s  eyes, “can we do it raw?” 

The sudden pressure on his cock has Jisung crying out. “I don’t think I heard you right. Can you repeat that for me?” Minho looks seconds away from pouncing on him. 

Jisung’s heart is beating abnormally. “Can we do it raw?” He squeaks, louder than before. “I- It’s been a while since I slept with anyone and I’ve been tested since then, so, if you’re clean…”

“Fuck, fuck- yes I’m clean, sweetheart.” Minho throws the packet blindly, leaning up to kiss Jisung, capturing his lips.

“Thank you thank you-” Jisung mumbles into Minho's mouth when his hand starts moving again.

“Oh, baby, you’re so hard,” Minho coos, gripping the base harshly.

“Hyung’s fault,” Jisung manages through his teeth. 

The click of the tube uncapping is loud over the sounds of their breathing. 

“Is it?”

Jisung nods and Minho squirts some lube onto his fingers, teasing along the edge of Jisung’s hole.

“It’s cold,” he whines, scrambling for Minho’s shoulders once again. 

He tsks, breaching the rim with one finger, slowly pushing it in. “You can handle it, can’t you?” 

Arousal sparks though him. God, Minho is so hot.

Jisung nods, trying not to bite his lip. “I can, I can.” 

“Good boy.” 

He thrusts the finger in and out, the slow pace allowing Jisung to get accustomed to the feeling. Jisung doesn’t want to get accustomed to the feeling, he wants more, he wants Minho to let go.

“More, hyung, more,” He digs his heels into Minho’s lower back. 

A finger tugs his collar to the side, allowing for sharp canines to lightly press into his skin. It’s nice. It’s not as deep as Jisung wishes it was. “Take what you’re given.”

He whines, kicking his legs out, and quietens immediately when he realises what he’s done.

Jisung’s heavy breathing is loud in the silence.

The thrusting stops suddenly and he has to hold back a complaint, knowing it would just make things worse for him.

“Fine,” Jisung’s legs are manhandled to his shoulders, leaving him completely exposed. “Keep them there.” 

“Hyu- ah!” He cries, reaching out to keep his legs open as two fingers are shoved back inside of him, immediately stretching and aiming for his prostate. Minho massages his sweet spot, pressing and kneading until warmth pools inside Jisung’s stomach. Minho switches to avoiding his prostate completely, focusing solely on stretching Jisung out. 

“There you go,” he spreads his fingers, “pretty little thing.”

He alternates between the two until Jisung’s begging into the couch. “Please, please hyung.”

“Please what, sweetheart?” His fingers don't stop moving. 

“More, ah- want- want your cock. Please.” Jisung babbles.

Minho sighs, removing his fingers. “You’re so needy.” 

“Yes,” Jisung agrees, “uh huh, pleasee.”

The sound of pants unzipping draws Jisung’s eyes to Minho’s crotch. His bulge was big enough through his pants, pressing up against Jisung the whole time, but his mouth drops open when he sees what’s in Minho’s hand. Minho’s eyes curve with amusement. “You’ll catch flies like that, baby.”

And maybe Jisung will, but Jesus Christ that is the biggest dick he’s seen in his entire life. 

“That's- it’s-” he flounders, “You’re so big.” 

Minho's hand only manages to cover half of length, giving Jisung a full view of just how thick and veiny it is. He strokes it slowly, thumbing at the leaking tip. 

Jisung drools a little. 

He guides the head to Jisung’s hole, teasing it back and forth, spreading his pre-cum all over the rim. “You said you can take it, so I’m not going to hold back anymore, yeah?”

Before Jisung can reply, Minho eases in, breaching his rim. The stretch makes him ache just how he craved.

“Hyung!” Jisung moans, high pitched, whiny. “You’re so- you’re too big.” 

Minho noses at his neck while pushing in, and Jisung feels the smile pressed into his skin. He feels full, so full, he doesn’t know how he’s managed to survive this long without Minho. 

He pauses his movements and Jisung lets out a sigh of relief. He's finally done. “I’m half way in, you’re taking me so well.” He strokes Jisung’s hip bone.

What. 

“H-half way?” He gasps out, eyes widening. “Hyung, I can't-”

Minho shoves in the rest of the way, forcing a cry from Jisung’s throat. 

“There you go,” he strokes Jisungs stomach under his shirt, “You did so good, baby.” His words are kind but his smile is mean, so mean.

Jisung hiccups, tears forming in the corner of his eyes. It’s so much yet still not enough at the same time he needs- he needs Minho to-

“Don’t hold back,” he sniffles, “bite me. Please, hyung.” 

Faster than he can process, teeth clamp down where his shoulder meets his neck and Jisung near screams. He arches into Minho, yelping, and accidentally fucking himself deeper onto Minho’s cock. Teeth sink into his skin, deep enough to bruise, and satisfaction floods through Jisung’s entire body. 

This is what he needs.

Minho’s hips rock up into him and Jisung keens. “More.”

Minho obliges, digging his teeth into a different spot on his body.

“You just need to be eaten, don’t you?” His eyes search Jisung’s, who’s cloudy, far off expression makes Minho grin. “I’ve never met someone as desperate for it as you.” He bites him again, lapping at the indents in his skin, devouring Jisung bit by bit. 

Each bite pulls a loud, pathetic noise from him, and in turn Minho drives into him faster. He adjusts his grip, his next thrust prodding exactly where Jisung needs it, bullying out a squeal. 

“There- there hyung!” He squirms, reaching to claw at the couch as Minho picks up the pace, nailing his prostate with each drag of his cock. It’s too much, Jisung’s senses are overwhelmed as he attempts to crawl away from the stimulation, turning around and pulling at the cushions with all the strength he has left.

The hands previously under his knees take place on his waist and pulls, spearing Jisung back on Minho’s entire length. 

Jisung wails. “Ahh!” The tears that had gathered start to fall, rolling down his cheeks making him choke on his sobs.

Now on his hands and knees, Minho’s fist crumples Jisung’s skirt where he's gripped it, using it as leverage to continuously yank the other back onto him. He licks up Jisung’s neck to his ear, and whispers, “Take it.” 

“Ngh- ah, ah-” he gasps into his elbow.

When Jisung tries to crawl away again, he’s hauled up so that his back is pressed against Minho’s torso, arms wrapped around his front.

“You really can’t do as you’re told, can you?” He laughs meanly.

Jisung tries to protest, to tell Minho that he’s good, he can, but nothing comes out.

Gripping his jaw, Minho reconnects their lips and drinks in the tears that have fallen into Jisung’s mouth. “You’re so delicious,” he trails kisses up to under his eye, collecting each tear with his lips, “Nobody else can have you, okay baby?” 

Jisung nods dumbly. “Mmgh.” Another jab at his prostate causes him to jerk, he can barely think, he feels drunk. He rocks his ass back against Minho, legs too weak to do much else.

Absentmindedly Jisung lifts his jumper, there's an odd pressure below his stomach that encourages him to rub a hand along it, soothing himself. He pauses, settling his hand below his belly button, and babbles, hiding his face in Minho’s neck when he realises what it is. 

“Oh- so big, so- ngh-”

Minho’s cock is visible through his stomach, creating a bump that appears and disappears with the motion of his hips. Jisung presses his hand against it and squirms, he can hear Minho swear from behind him. He removes Jisung’s hand only to replace it with his own, pushing down each time Jisung’s stomach bulges.

“Fuck.”

“No, hyung gonna-” he tries to warn. 

Minho ignores him, somehow fucking into him even harder, massaging the bulge once again. “God,” his eyes are focused on the protrusion, “look at that, you really are taking me so well.”

“Hyungg-” Jisung sobs.

“It's okay,” another thrust and another press, “Go on, sweetheart, cum.” He clamps his teeth onto Jisungs throat at the same time he kneads the bump and Jisung does exactly as he’s told. 

He cums, body spasming and making a mess of the couch in front of him. Legs unable to support him anymore, he slumps back against Minho, head lolling onto his shoulder. Minho doesn’t cease his movements, still chasing his own pleasure, driving into an overstimulated Jisung. 

I'll be good, he can keep going, I'll be good.

“You are. So good.” 

Oops, had he said that part out loud?

Minho’s breathing turns erratic. “Such a good boy for me baby, you’re perfect.” 

Jisung writhes at the stimulation to his prostate and manages to hold on for the next minute, before Minho spills inside him, spreading warmth, cumming with a sigh into Jisung’s hair. 

Completely drained and unable to move, Jisung allows  himself to be picked up like a ragdoll and moved to a different room, one he has yet to see. 

Minho carefully places him on the bed and pulls a wet washcloth from- actually, where did he get that? “Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

After both him and Minho have been wiped sufficiently clean, and changed into new clothes, he feels the other’s presence settling in the bed next to him. It’s incredibly comfortable, being side by side like this. Minho’s hand finds purchase in his hair, combing through the strands, drawing Jisung to sleep. 

Minho places a kiss on his cheek, whispering a goodnight before tucking his chin over Jisung shoulder, drawing him closer into an embrace. 

As he drifts off, surrounded by warmth, Jisung can’t help but ponder what it would be like to be with Minho like this every day.

🍰🍰🍰

After around the third anxious puff of breath, Minho’s eyes narrow at him, placing the pan down.

“Spit it out, Jisung.” 

He takes another sip of his orange juice burying his nose in the cup, attempting to hide from the burning gaze. 

“I don't know what you’re talking about.”

Lies. He knows exactly what Minho was referring to. 

Ever since Jisung had woken up that morning, bed empty, only to find Minho cooking breakfast in the kitchen, the fluttering in his stomach refused to go away. 

He’s been avoiding eye contact with Minho, nervously fiddling with anything within his reach. 

Insecurity eats away at him. Jisung is no stranger to hookups, but he’s never felt overly inclined to pursue anything with them after, it’s different with Minho.

He teases his bottom lip between his teeth.

Was that it? Was Minho done with him now that he’d gotten what he wanted? 

A finger tucks under his chin as Minho thumbs at his lip, freeing it from its confines. “You could hurt yourself.” His tone is soft. 

Minho keeps his hold on Jisung’s face, who still won't look at him. Jisung sighs, conceding, and gathers as much courage as he can to utter his next words. “Is this- is this just a one time thing? Because,” he gulps, “I don’t want that.” 

Silence stretches between them and Jisung immediately wishes he’d kept his mouth shut. Why did he say that? Why couldn’t he have just been satisfied with what he was given? He was asking for too much and-

“Is that what you think?” 

He finally meets Minho’s gaze, there’s an unreadable emotion behind it.

Jisung blinks rapidly, he’s not sure what to say. “Uhm…no?” 

“Han Jisung,” Minho brings up a hand to rub between his creased brows, “I have been obsessed with you since before I knew what you tasted like.” 

“...huh?” 

Minho’s eyebrow twitches. “I thought you knew, Chan decided to message me this morning about how he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.”

“Yeah, but-”

A sigh interrupts him.

“Since I wasn’t clear before,” Minho maintains eye contact, determined, “let me be clear now.”

Jisung holds his breath, not daring to make a sound. 

“The moment you walked through our door, I knew I needed to have you in every conceivable way.” Despite the intensity of Minho’s words, his eyes soften as he continues. “Everything you say makes me want to know you like nobody else has or ever will. Everything I find out about you makes me realise how desperately I want to learn more. So no, Jisungie.” He puffs, as if he was the one holding his breath, “This is not a one time thing.”

Jisung simply stares at him, watching the way his chest rises and falls with each inhale and exhale, the way his eyelids flutter, the way his mouth is slightly agape, seemingly gasping for air. 

“Kiss me. Please.” Jisung finally says.

And he does. Minho kisses him gentler than he had the previous times, lips gliding gently against one another, less like he's trying to devour Jisung, and more like he’s trying to piece him back together.

He pulls away – far too soon for Jisung’s liking – staying within a hair's breadth. 

“I like you too.” Jisung whispers, burying his face in Minho’s neck.

He grins, obviously pleased. “I figured.” 

A fist lightly comes into contact with Minho’s chest, a weak attempt at a punch. “Asshole.” 

Minho laughs, the sound light and airy. Jisung hopes he never stops. 

“How about,” Minho manoeuvres him out of his hiding spot, “tonight, after you head home and relax, I take you out on a date.” 

“Hmm,” Jisung pretends to think about it, “fine. Only because you want to so badly.” 

“I do.” 

He beams, unable to contain it any longer. “Then, I'll see you tonight?” 

Minho’s face mirrors his own. “You will.” 

Jisung thinks he can live with that.