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Jisung twiddled his fingers as Minho laid out over the couch in the living room, his feet dangling off the sides with his arms tucked behind his head.

He could barely fit on it, looking cramped but somehow comfortable. It was a small couch that Hyunjin had found on the side of the curb one drunken night on the way home from the bar. 

“Dude, look. Free couch,” he pointed out, throwing himself onto it on the side of the street. Jisung had cringed, because he had no idea where that couch had even been. It was sitting on the road outside of someone’s house, clearly waiting for the garbage crew to come and collect it.

But Hyunjin insisted it was fine and that they needed it.

He still couldn’t believe that Chan and Changbin actually helped come pick it up and carry it back to the apartment. 

“We were just saying we needed another couch. Don’t you know how much furniture costs, Hannie? We’re in college. We can’t afford that shit. The couch gods are real and are looking out for us.”

Jisung didn’t offer a helping hand, and lectured them about cleaning it thoroughly—but he was pretty sure they weren’t listening as they hauled it down the street. 

Hyunjin had just rolled his eyes, ignoring his complaints the entire walk back.

Jisung promised himself he would never sit on it.

He remembered Minho’s face as they stumbled in the house with it that night. It was almost three in the morning, and Minho was shirtless, standing in the kitchen. He didn’t look surprised in the slightest. 

“Where the fuck did you get a couch?” 

“It was free,” Hyunjin grunted as they shoved it through the front door. 

“Right.” He shook his head and went to his room without another word.

The other memorable thing about that night was that it was the first time Jisung had seen him shirtless. He felt butterflies in his stomach as he caught a glimpse of his skin, trying not to stare. He looked so soft,  wanting to reach out and touch him just to see if it were true. He also noticed that his hair was messy, and there were fresh hickeys on his neck, so he must have had someone over. Not that it was any of his business—but he couldn’t help but be curious about it, listening through the walls as he laid down in Hyunjin’s room that night. 

Hyunjin was Jisung’s best friend from high school, and they’d kept in touch even though they attended different colleges. But since they weren’t far from each other, it was easy to hang out. Hyunjin had moved in with Changbin, who he met in his freshman year. Changbin knew Minho from high school, and Chan was a friend of Minho’s from class, and the four of them ended up getting a house together off campus. 

Jisung was invited over all the time, and even if he wasn’t, he would come over anyway. He practically lived in Hyunjin’s room on an air mattress on the floor.

And that night, he started endlessly at Hyunjin’s ceiling.

After Minho had retreated to his room, Jisung found himself wishing he would stay so he could look at him longer. It shocked him, because he never had that thought about a guy before. He decided he just admired that he was fit and attractive, and that was all. 

That was months ago, and now, every time he saw Minho, more thoughts and feelings would arise that made him question things.

So, he thought maybe he should try and get some clarification. And since it was just them in the house right now, this was his opportunity. 

It was a Saturday afternoon, and he wasn’t sure where everyone was, but he knew Hyunjin was studying at the library for an exam he had next week. He told Jisung he would be home before the evening, but he could chill at the apartment until he got back. He also had mentioned Minho would be there to keep him company. 

Which was how he found himself standing behind that stupid couch, looking down at him with nervous eyes. 

“Hey, can I ask you a personal question?” 

Minho was scrolling through his phone, and he hoped he wasn’t bothering him. 

“Shoot.” He didn’t look over at him as he nodded. 

“Well…I’m not really sure how to ask this exactly.” He flushed, feeling nervous.

Minho finally turned, cocking an eyebrow. 

“What is it?” he asked.

Jisung took a deep breath, because he really didn’t know where to start. But he needed to figure out these feelings inside him.

“How did you know that you liked guys?” he blurted before he could chicken out.

Minho blinked back at him, shocked for a second, but then a small smirk plastered across his lips. 

“I guess I’ve always known,” he said, and that made Jisung sigh deeply. That wasn’t the answer he was really looking for, but to be fair, he wasn’t sure what kind of answer he was looking for, either. 

Minho leaned over the back of the couch as Jisung continued to pick at his fingers. 

“Why?” he asked.

Jisung burned red again. 

Why?

Because every time he caught his gaze, he would feel his heart start to race.

Because when Minho walked around shirtless, he felt this strange feeling swirl in his stomach.

Because when he heard him fucking these guys through the paper thin walls here, he had to plug his ears or else he would lose his sanity. 

Minho was kind to him, incredibly sweet, and they had been hanging out a lot recently. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but they started to grow closer—they even texted each other daily now. He thought he was just a friend, but he was starting to feel things that were definitely not what you felt for just friends. 

But once again, Minho was kind.

He would always ask Jisung if he had eaten, and if he hadn’t, he would instantly stride into the kitchen to make him something. It made his heart feel full.

Jisung found he really liked the way he laughed. It was contagious, and every time he chuckled, everyone else would burst into laughter too. Those butterflies took refuge in his stomach whenever he heard it. 

He was really pretty, had an incredible body, and a cute face. And he found he was a little fixated on him. 

He flushed whenever he looked at him, his heart pumping faster as he talked to him with that sweet smile. He looked forward to coming over and seeing him. But he had never had these feelings for a guy before, so he thought he just really admired him. 

“I was just wondering,” he ended up saying, but Minho was staring at him now. To be honest, he was the only person he knew that might be able to help him with this. Minho was gay, and he knew he was experienced, so he was curious.

Lee Minho was known to be a little promiscuous. It wasn’t a secret, but he wasn’t trying to keep it as one. 

Jisung had seen multiple guys come and go from his room in the last few months. Chan was always teasing him for it, but Minho never cared. He would just smirk and shrug his shoulders, waving him off. Jisung also noticed he’d never see the same guy twice.

He could hear Minho’s moans at night when he stayed over sometimes, and he realized it was quite often that he was having sex with random guys. 

And Jisung never thought someone could sound pretty, but Minho’s moans were beautiful. He never thought he would get so turned on hearing him beg for more. He never thought he would wish to be in their place, touching his body. And he wasn’t sure if he was just because he’d been incredibly lonely and horny lately, or if it was something more than that. It had been a while since he had been with someone, and he wasn’t really into the whole one-night stand business.

“Do you think you like guys?” Minho asked then, breaking him from his thoughts.

Jisung bit his lip, because he thought he was straight. He had his fair share of girlfriends, and he liked them well enough. But now, he was questioning it—because this feeling in his chest was something completely different.

“I mean…I’m not really sure. I guess that’s why I asked,” he said, and Minho’s cute smile was driving him insane. 

“Well since you’re asking, I think it’s a possibility.” He tapped his chin, and that made Jisung sigh. 

“But you said you always knew…” He trailed off, his gaze traveling to the ground. 

“I mean, for a while I guess I didn’t actually know. When I was young, I was confused, because everyone would always tell me that boys were supposed to like girls. So, I always kinda knew, but I didn’t really know for sure until later,” he explained.

Jisung frowned a little bit. “So how did you figure it out?”

“Because I liked someone in high school, and he was a guy. I kissed him, and then he kissed me back, and I think that’s when I really one hundred percent knew.” 

Jisung smiled at that, because it sounded sweet the way he talked about it, like he was reminiscing on a good memory. But then Jisung furrowed his eyebrows, because he wished he had a clearer answer for himself. 

“It’s alright that you’re just thinking about it now. Everyone is different, and it’s totally normal. Sometimes it takes people a little longer to really understand their feelings. And that’s okay,” he assured him. He probably noticed that Jisung looked stressed, because he tried his best to give an encouraging smile. 

“So, who’s got you feeling this way?” He waggled his eyebrows, and Jisung’s entire body burned hot at that question.

“Oh, um, no one you know,” he mumbled awkwardly.

Minho frowned. “Oh, come on, you can tell me.” 

Jisung hadn’t thought that he would inquire about why and who was making him question these things. But there was no way he could tell him that it was him. 

“Oh my god, is it Hyunjin?” He put his hand over his mouth in shock, and Jisung’s eyes went extremely wide. He couldn’t believe he’d just suggested that. 

“What? No, absolutely fucking not. Why would you think that?” 

His irritation made Minho chortle.

“I don’t know! You guys are always hanging out together, and I had a crush on my best friend once, so...” he shrugged, trailing off.

Jisung just sighed. “He’s my best friend since forever, I can promise you it’s not him. And I told you, it’s nobody you know,” he lied, and Minho rolled his eyes.

“Fine. Don’t tell me then.” He faked annoyance, but then patted the couch seat next to him.

Jisung winced. He couldn’t believe his body actually moved to sit on it. He had never once touched that disgusting thing, and he’d asked Hyunjin so many times to get rid of it. Of course, he never listened. But Minho had called him over, and he found he couldn’t help but want to sit next to him. 

Minho looked incredibly amused, knowing how much Jisung hated the couch. He bitched about it every time he came over, and everyone always made fun of him for being so apprehensive about it. 

“I cleaned and disinfected it just like you told me to. Quit being a germaphobe,” Hyunjin had tried to tell him. 

“It wouldn’t be clean enough even if you burned it.” 

But he sat down and tried not to think about it as he rested on the leather cushion. Minho was pleased, he could tell by the wide smile on his face. 

“Are you going to tell the guy you like him?” He suddenly seemed incredibly interested in this whole thing. His knee was pressed against his thigh, and Jisung couldn’t take his mind off it. 

“No. No way,” he denied, and he knew he was blushing again. That seemed to excite Minho even more. He grabbed his arm with both hands, and Jisung felt his entire body seize up at his warm touch. 

“Why not? Oh god, is he not single? Or are you just being shy?” he questioned with a smirk, poking his flushed cheek. And Jisung almost wished he had never approached him with his curiosity.

“No, I just…I don’t know if I actually like him or not. Or if I even like guys. I’m just…trying to figure it out,” he explained.

Minho nodded. “Well, would you want to kiss me?” he asked suddenly.

Jisung’s heart fell through his chest and onto the floor. Minho’s hands were still on his arm as he smiled widely at him. 

“What?” he choked out, hoping Minho hadn’t noticed his shaky voice. 

“We can test it out to see if you like guys or not,” he offered, and Jisung was still staring at him like he was speaking a foreign language. 

“You—kiss you—I mean…what?” he stumbled over his words.

Minho chuckled. “Don’t be so shy, Jisung. It’s just a kiss,” he said, suddenly swinging his legs over his so he was straddling his thighs.

Jisung panicked, unsure where to place his hands as Minho settled in his lap. Minho’s hands were on his shoulders, and he felt like he could barely breathe. 

“I–I’m not shy,” he whispered, making Minho laugh again.

“You totally are. It’s cute, though,” he teased.

Jisung could feel his insides turning into soup. He wasn’t sure how to process this. Lee Minho was in his lap, looking at him with that sweet smile he found so adorable these days—and he was completely losing his mind. 

“So, do you want to find out if you like guys or not?” He pressed himself down a little harder on Jisung’s crotch, and Jisung felt his whole body jolt. He knew this was a bad idea, and his brain screamed at him to say no, but that wasn’t what left his mouth. 

“I—I guess. Yeah.” 

And before he could even get his hands on his waist, Minho ducked down and brought their lips together.

His heart slammed against his ribs, and his immediate thought was that he felt just as soft as he looked. He tried not to kiss back so desperately, but it was impossible to hold back, because he tasted too good. He was sweet, like some kind of fruit. Jisung couldn’t pinpoint the exact flavor, but he decided he wanted more of it. 

Jisung pushed his back off the couch and placed his hands tightly on his hips. Minho’s hand shifted to his face, tangling the other through his hair as he kissed him deeper. It felt so intense as their mouths moved together.

Their tongues met, and Jisung let Minho take the lead. He was too busy trying not to pass out anyway, so he let him control their movements. Jisung gripped him harder as he grinded against him, eyes flying open, because he knew this was starting to escalate. Minho wasn’t just kissing him anymore—he rocked himself back and forth in desperate little movements, and Jisung could feel he was hard underneath his sweatpants. 

Minho pulled back, and Jisung’s face immediately flickered down to his cherry colored lips. 

“Fuck,” Minho breathed out, his chest heaving a little. “So, did that help or…?” 

“I—I think so,” he admitted, and Minho chuckled again. 

“Are you positive, though? Did you want to try again to make sure?” he asked softly with a smirk.

Jisung wasn’t sure what he had done in a past life to make him so lucky, but he quickly took hold of Minho’s cheek and slammed their lips together again. 

He felt Minho giggle against his mouth as Jisung didn’t even bother to respond—he just attacked him. 

“You’re really fucking cute,” Minho whispered, wrapping his arms around his neck. Jisung blushed as he said that. 

He wasn’t really sure what Minho’s intentions were. He knew he liked to sleep around, and he overheard him telling Changbin once that having a boyfriend was too much work. And it kind of stung, knowing that this didn’t really mean anything to him. But Jisung was just happy he was willing to help him figure out these feelings inside him—even if this would be the only time they would do this. 

Jisung had only planned on kissing him, since that’s what Minho had suggested, but he froze when his arm slid off his shoulder, fingers tickling down to the front of his pants. 

Jisung went completely still, and Minho must have noticed, because he pulled back again. 

“You’re not a virgin, right?” Minho asked then, and Jisung quickly shook his head. 

“I’m assuming you’ve never fucked a guy before, though.” His voice was dripping with lust.

Jisung swallowed thickly—because, no, he had not. 

He just shook his head again with Minho’s hand still resting carefully above his cock, which was now fully erect beneath his sweats. 

“Well, if you want, you can fuck me,” he offered, his tongue coming out to swipe across his bottom lip.

Jisung felt his heart flip inside his chest. 

“Then I think you’d really figure it out,” Minho added.

He couldn’t believe he’d just said that. 

Jisung gasped as he gripped him through his pants. Minho smirked, feeling that he was completely turned on. 

“Minho—I—I can’t…”

Minho teased him, pressing his hand against him harder, making Jisung let out a low, pathetic moan.

“Why not?” He looked almost disappointed, and Jisung really had no idea what to say.

To be honest, he was extremely nervous. He wasn’t planning on Minho sitting in his lap and asking him if he wanted to have sex with him. He just wanted to know how he knew he liked men—that was it. He had no idea how it had come to this. Minho had already helped him solidify that he was indeed interested in guys, and more importantly, him. Because all he could think about were those precious and tasty lips that he wanted to kiss again. 

“Because…I’ve never…not with a guy…and I don’t want to disappoint you or embarrass myself.” He flushed, and that made Minho smirk. 

“You’re so shy. It’s so cute,” he chuckled, brushing his thumb over Jisung’s cheek. 

“I’m not,” he denied again, but even he knew that was a lie. 

“Yeah, you are. Whenever you get embarrassed you blush so easily.”

Jisung sighed. He hated that his face would burn bright red so everyone could see the obvious humiliation on his skin. But he didn’t mind that he kept calling him cute. 

“And you wouldn’t disappoint me,” Minho assured him, and Jisung was still very conscious of the hand on his cock. 

“I wouldn’t know what to do,” he admitted, and Minho’s smirk never left his lips. 

“I can show you,” he offered.

Jisung sighed again. “Minho—”

“I’ll ride you.” 

The image of Minho stripped naked and bouncing up and down on his cock was now at the forefront of his mind. And he wouldn’t lie that maybe he had already possibly thought of it more than once before. 

He had heard Minho moaning loudly one night, and he knew he was riding the guy, because he heard him tell him how good he was and how pretty he looked on top of him. He could hear the slap of a hand on his ass, the clap of his cheeks hitting his thighs, and Minho whining softly as he praised him. He was perfect, and Jisung wished it had been his name falling from his lips as he came. 

Jisung had no idea how Hyunjin had slept through it. He was thankful he had passed out, though, because Jisung would be lying if he said he didn’t slip his hand into his boxers to jerk himself off. 

He thrusted into his hand over and over to the thought of Minho bouncing on his cock, wishing he was the one grabbing his hips and calling him beautiful. At that point, he was still trying to blame it on not having sex for a while, that he was sexually frustrated, and just needed to get laid. 

“You don’t have to do that.” He tried one more time to save himself from certain embarrassment, because he knew there was no way he wasn’t going to mess this up. 

“Yeah, I know, but I don’t mind. You came to me for answers, right? So, I’ll help you.” He smiled, and Jisung decided that if he were to let this opportunity go, then he might never forgive himself. 

So, he swallowed down his nerves and nodded. 

“Okay. Yeah, alright,” he finally agreed, and that made a triumphant smile blow across Minho's face. 

Minho shuffled back a bit, and he almost fell off the couch because of how small it was. But he was able to tuck his fingers into Jisung’s waistband and pull down his sweatpants. 

He felt the cold air as he freed him, his cock standing painfully erect between them. Minho’s gaze was on it, and he practically felt his stare. 

“I literally can’t wait to suck you off,” he told him, his tone dripping with lust. 

Jisung felt those butterflies in his stomach, and his cock definitely twitched. Because those pretty red lips were about to be wrapped around him, and he couldn’t stop his blood from racing through his veins at top speeds. 

Minho slid off him and onto the ground, his knees hitting the floor with a slight thump. He tugged his pants the rest of the way off, and he was now looking at him with a hungry gaze. 

Jisung had to close his eyes, because Minho was kneeling in front of him with his dick out and close to his lips. He knew he needed to open them, needing to see his pretty expressions as he sucked his cock. 

So he took a deep breath and slowly opened them, and Minho was watching his face, like he was waiting to see his eyes before he continued. 

“Okay, even your dick is cute. Everything about you is so cute,” he chuckled.

Jisung was going to respond, but Minho suddenly grabbed his cock, and he couldn’t breathe anymore. He swiped his thumb over the tip, and he groaned out in pleasure.

Minho blinked up at him, satisfied. “Sensitive are we?” he giggled, tugging him up and down a few times. 

“A little, I guess. Honestly, it’s…been a while.” 

“If you have to cum, then you can. I’ll suck you until you get hard again.” 

Jisung thought he was going to cum just from that sentence alone. 

He almost screamed when Minho wrapped his lips around the wet head, holding his gaze as he licked his tongue around him like he was savoring his taste. He knew he was already leaking, but he was so turned on he couldn’t help it. 

Minho teased him, tonguing the slit repeatedly and making his body twitch. 

“Fuck you taste good,” Minho pulled off to whisper against the head. He pressed his tongue flat to the underside of his cock, smiling at him as he teased up slowly. 

“Minho—fuck, that—feels really good.”

Minho sucked the tip in, humming in response, and Jisung thought he was going to pass out. It felt so incredible as he sank all the way down, encasing him in the sweet heat of his mouth. 

He was an expert at using his tongue, and Jisung was pretty sure he didn’t have a gag reflex, because he took his entire length, his balls resting at his chin. 

Minho pulled off, all the way to the tip, kissing it softly before slowly making his way back down. He looked at Jisung the entire time, and he caught the tiny smirk on his lips before he took him back in. Jisung clenched his fingers into fists, because he desperately wanted to reach out and touch his pretty cheeks, but he wasn’t sure if that was okay. 

Minho never broke eye contact, making sure Jisung was watching as he took him down expertly. He blinked back at him with pretty brown eyes, spluttering a little as Jisung rocked his hips a tad deeper. 

“Fuck—you’re really good at this,” he mumbled, taking a chance and brushing his hair behind his ear. Minho moaned happily, and Jisung gripped his hair harshly as the sounds vibrated around him. 

He jolted as Minho reached up to fondle him gently. No one had ever sucked his cock like this. He was so attentive to detail, his tongue teasing and hand caressing him, making him shake. 

Minho produced so much spit that everything was gliding and slipping perfectly. He was dripping with it, completely soaking wet as his saliva trailed down and dampened the couch. 

That made Jisung realize where they were. 

“Minho, hold on—fuck—shouldn’t we go to your room?” he asked, and Minho popped off for a second. 

“Why? You don’t like the couch?” he teased, and Jisung bit his lip as he swirled his tongue around the head again—he really liked flicking his tongue there. 

“I mean, yeah, you know I hate this couch. But that’s not it. What if someone comes home?” 

If Hyunjin walked in on them, he wasn’t even sure what kind of reaction he would have. But he didn’t want to find out. 

“That would be fun, wouldn’t it?” He smirked up at him, jerking him with his hand as he laid his cheek on his thigh now. “I’ve never been caught having sex before,” he chuckled, and Jisung could only imagine the chaos that would erupt if one of his roommates walked in on them. 

“I don’t think fun is the right word.” 

“Exciting?”

“Minho…” he groaned, because, one, his hand was still pumping him, and two, they really needed to move to his room.

“Come on, would you mind if I asked you to be a little reckless for me?” he pouted, and Jisung realized that if he kept looking at him like that, then he would fuck him wherever he wanted him to. 

Minho wrapped his lips around him again, while keeping his hand tight. Jisung could feel that familiar sensation in his lower body. 

“I’ll do—shit—I’ll do whatever you want. If that’s what you want, I’ll do it.” He gave in, and that must have struck something inside Minho, because he suckled him harder and faster. 

“Babe, I’m going to—I’m going to cum,” he whined, and he could see a small blush appear on Minho’s cheeks. 

Jisung lost control, cumming into Minho’s mouth. Minho looked shocked at how much he had to swallow, but it had been a while, so he shot a ton down his throat. He grabbed his hair tightly again, and pushed him down on his cock as his body convulsed.  

“Holy—fuck,” he whimpered, noticing the tears in Minho’s eyes as he unclenched his fingers. 

He pulled off, coughing a little as he swallowed his cum, smiling as he brushed away his own tears. 

Jisung blushed as he licked his lips, and he couldn’t take how hot he was. 

“You called me babe,” he mentioned. 

Jisung burned bright red. He hadn’t even realized he had said that. It was in the heat of the moment. 

“I’m—shit. I’m sorry, I—”

“Why are you sorry? It was cute.” He wiped his lips, and pressed up to kiss Jisung’s open mouth. 

Jisung placed his hand on his warm, pink cheek, thumbing away a stray tear. He could taste himself on his tongue, and he never thought he would find that so fucking hot. But he kissed him deeper, wanting more of it. 

Jisung decided then that he needed to see him. His clothes were still on, but he wanted to see his pretty body. Jisung grabbed the bottom of his shirt, and Minho quickly raised his arms, breaking their kiss so he could take it off. 

Minho smirked, crawling back up into his lap. Jisung kissed his collar bone, and he really liked how soft he was. His skin was beautiful, and Jisung needed to touch him all over.

“It’s okay if you fuck me here?” he asked as Jisung sucked a small mark on his neck. 

“Is that what you want?”

Minho nodded feverishly. “Yeah. I really want that. And if they come home you better not stop,” he groaned, and Jisung’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. 

“You really want them to see?” Jisung questioned, and Minho blushed a little. 

“I like the idea of being watched…or heard,” he admitted, and Jisung’s jaw tensed. Because now he knew why Minho never bothered to keep his voice down. 

“You’ve heard before, right? I could tell when you couldn’t make eye contact with me the next morning. It really fucking turned me on knowing you heard me getting fucked.” 

Jisung gripped his hips, and he couldn’t believe he was about to confess to this, but he could see the pleading look on Minho’s face.

“Yeah. I did hear it. Many times,” he whispered, and Minho moaned, diving in and pressing his lips to his.

Jisung gripped the back of his neck, and Minho let out the sweetest whimper.  

“I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable,” he murmured, and Jisung shook his head. 

“No, it didn’t. I even—well honestly, I jerked off to it.” 

Minho's eyes went incredibly wide. It was quiet for a second, and Jisung was suddenly embarrassed. 

“Holy fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” Minho whispered before smashed their lips together again. And Jisung could feel Minho getting more desperate. 

“I need you to touch me,” Minho breathed against his mouth, and Jisung nodded without hesitation. Because he wanted to touch him too.

“Yeah, fuck. Okay.”

“Just—one second.”

Minho stood up suddenly and ran towards his room. When he returned, he could see a bottle of lube in his hands. 

“I kind of forgot I was out of condoms.” He winced, and Jisung shook his head. 

“I’m okay with it if you are.”

“I’ve never barebacked before. But I’m totally into feeling your cock inside me,” he said, and Jisung burned at that. 

Minho smiled and yanked his own sweatpants off, and when Jisung thought he was going to crawl back into  his lap, he instead pulled his legs to the side so he was lying down. 

It was too small for him to fit completely, so his feet  dangled off the side like Minho’s were earlier. Jisung almost fainted as Minho turned and threw his legs over his chest, scooting back until his ass was in his face. 

Jisung was still soft from cumming earlier, but that was about to change as Minho was kissing the messy tip again. 

“Can you finger me for a bit?” he asked.

Jisung couldn’t believe he was suddenly so close to where he would be fitting his cock in soon. 

His hole winked at him, and he had no idea how the hell his dick was going to fit inside. He looked so small and tight down there, and Jisung blushed as he reached out to caress him. 

Minho’s body jumped at the sudden touch, and Jisung knew he had to do something instead of stare in awe at how pretty he was. 

Jisung grabbed the lube and gently eased some onto his fingers. He rubbed it, trying to warm it up a bit before pressing some to Minho’s opening. 

He started to panic. He had never touched a guy like this before, but he was incredibly excited to see Minho's reactions. 

“Tell me if it’s bad,” he told him, and Minho just grabbed his cock in his hands.

“It won’t be bad. Just be gentle at first,” he said softly before wrapping his lips around him again. He still wasn’t fully hard, but with Minho’s perfect tongue licking at him, it wouldn’t take long at all. 

So, he rubbed his finger around his rim, and Minho moaned on his cock. And he wasn’t sure if he could handle this. 

He slowly pressed his finger inside, surprised at how nicely Minho’s body accepted him. He blushed, feeling him open around his finger as he fucked him with it gently. Minho sucked him harder, and Jisung was almost fully hard again. 

His body was so warm on the inside, and Jisung was still so curious as to how he was going to fit.

He teased a second finger in, and felt Minho pause halfway down his cock. He could feel him breathing through his nose a little harder as he stretched him open. There was a little more resistance this time, and Jisung really hoped he wasn’t hurting him. 

“Is it okay?” he checked, and instead of an answer, he bobbed his head up and down. Jisung whined a little, because he could barely focus when he sucked him down like that. 

Jisung tried his best to go slow, and also keep a steady pace. He pressed in deeper, and that made Minho slip off his cock with a loud, pretty moan. 

“Fuck, Jisung, right there.” His voice was rough, but Jisung listened as he fucked his fingers back in. 

“Like that?” he asked, repeating his movements, pressing up so he could bump that area again.

“Yes. Ah—so good. God.”

And Jisung was starting to feel confident as he pushed in deeper. 

As he caressed that spot over and over, Minho moaned and twitched uncontrollably. He looked so perfect, feeling so good, and Jisung didn’t want to stop. He would do this forever if he could.

“Can you…can you call me babe again?” Minho mumbled shyly, and Jisung’s heart slammed against his ribs at his nervous voice. It was rare to hear him sound so uncertain. 

That’s what he liked a lot about Minho. He was quiet, but confident. He wasn’t cocky, but self-assured. So hearing him so nervous made his heart flutter. 

Jisung kissed his ass cheek, and he could see Minho hang his head low. 

“Of course, babe.” 

Minho shivered aggressively. 

“More…another finger.” He was trying to fuck himself back on his fingers, and Jisung struggled to get a third in as he refused to stop rocking his hips. 

“Babe, stop moving for a second,” he told him softly, realizing he really liked calling him that. He loved the way his body seized up as he spoke gently. 

“S—Sorry,” he breathed out, and Jisung smiled, shaking his head. He liked seeing him a little desperate for him. 

Jisung finally poked a third finger in, and Minho gripped his cock harder in his hand, making him wince. 

He fucked his fingers in as deep as they could go, and that produced the loudest moan from Minho yet. He smiled hearing it, and he could see how stretched his hole was now. It was hot watching him clenching around his fingers as he twisted them in and out. 

“Ah—fuck I really need your cock,” he whined, and Jisung’s heart raced. 

He tapped on his thigh, and Jisung understood that he was ready. He slowly slipped his fingers out, mesmerized by the sight in front of him. His rim was stretched wide, open, and gaping. Jisung would definitely fit now. 

Minho flipped himself around, and once again he sat on his thighs. His face was flushed red, and Jisung’s was too. 

Their eyes connected, and Minho smiled at him.

“This couch is too small,” he chuckled.

“It’s a garbage couch.” 

Jisung’s mouth fell open as he grabbed his cock again.

“Yeah, but it’s serving a good purpose.” He lifted himself up, and Jisung grabbed his hips as he felt Minho press the tip of his spit covered cock to his entrance. 

Minho began sinking down, and Jisung’s mind went blank. Even though he had opened him up, he was still so tight. His cock felt like it was melting inside him, the heat of his body driving him wild. He knew he was gripping him too harshly, fingernails digging into him reflexively. But he couldn't find the strength to let go. 

“Ah—fuck, Minho. Holy fuck,” he whined. He sounded completely pathetic, but Minho wasn’t making a sound as he looked like he was trying to focus. 

Jisung thought it was incredible that he took him all the way, hands resting on his chest as he bottomed out. He wondered if Minho could feel his heart beating so quickly.

Minho’s eyes caught his, and he smirked widely.

“S—So, do you—think you like guys?” he teased.

Jisung let out a short laugh. “Fuck. Yeah, I think I might.”

He sounded so desperate, and he wanted to grab him harder. He wanted to fuck him, to slam his hips up and see his expressions as he shoved his cock into him. Before he could move though, Minho lifted himself and eased himself back down. 

“You might?” he chuckled, and Jisung couldn’t deny that it felt so fucking good inside him. “How about I change that—to a yes.” 

He leaned back, his hands on thighs as he began riding him, fucking himself up and down at a quicker pace. 

He was so beautiful—that was Jisung’s immediate thought. He reached out to touch his skin, soft and perfect, just like he had imagined. He could see his stomach swell slightly, and Jisung blushed, knowing his cock was deep inside his body. Minho threw his head back with a whine, and Jisung trailed his hands down his lower abdomen, tickling even farther to grip his thighs. 

“Minho—holy fuck. You feel—so fucking good,” he moaned.

Minho smiled as he bounced his ass on him. “Your cock is—so perfect,” he whispered, hips moving desperately. 

Jisung couldn’t believe that he might cum soon. He had to hold it back, because there was no way he could cum yet. They just started, and he really didn’t want this to end. 

“You’re—really tight. God, it’s—fuck.” He was struggling to form coherent sentences. 

Jisung never felt this good with any of the girls he was with. He had never been this turned on before. He couldn’t take his eyes off his body. He couldn’t look away from his blissed out face. 

“Am I better than—your girlfriends?” Minho smirked, and Jisung nodded aggressively. 

“Yes. Fuck, yes. You’re so fucking hot. I’ve never—shit—it’s so good. So much better.” He sounded whiny, but that seemed to please Minho immensely. 

He needed more of him, even though he could barely take him bouncing on it. He gripped his ass, helping him fuck himself down. He was beautiful as he was being impaled on his cock. 

“Do you like it?” Jisung asked nervously. Because he wasn’t really doing much. Minho was doing all the work, but he wanted him to feel good. 

“You’re so—deep. It feels amazing. I—fuck—I really like your cock,” he moaned, and Jisung blushed hearing him say that. 

“Fuck. Minho. Fuck.”

Jisung was trying to keep his composure, but he couldn’t handle the scene in front of him. Minho’s blushed chest and pink cheeks were so sexy. His moans were driving him wild, and the way his cock bounced between them was so fucking hot.

“If that guy ends up—ah—giving you a chance—then he’ll be lucky. Fuck, you’re so—so good at this.” 

And Jisung knew this was dangerous. It was incredibly treacherous to admit his feelings, but he needed to say it. Because if he didn’t say it now, he wasn’t sure he ever would. 

“He already gave me a chance,” he told him shyly, and Minho slowed down a bit to lean forward. 

“Really? Ah—When?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

But Jisung had to look away, because he couldn’t bring himself to tell him. But he didn’t need to, because Minho froze, understanding his nervous eyes completely. 

“Oh my…wait, you—”

Jisung wrapped his arms around him then, deciding he was too afraid of what he had to say. He fucked his hips up into him, causing a loud whine to rattle around the room, cutting off his words. 

“I’m sorry,” Jisung said. Because he knew he took advantage of him. He should have been honest with him from the start, knowing he was going to be angry at him for lying. 

“Ah—ah—Ji—Jisung!” he moaned, and Jisung knew he was fucking him too fast. He was a little aggressive with his thrusts, but his heart hurt now.

“Wait—please,” he whined, digging his fingernails into his back.

Jisung let him go, slowing his hips down. He blushed deeply, wishing he hadn’t said anything. 

“If you’re mad and you want to stop, I get it.” He couldn’t bring himself to look into his eyes. But Minho pulled his cheek towards him softly, forcing his gaze. 

He brushed his hair out of his face, and Jisung knew he was so red. 

“There’s no way I want to stop, baby,” he whispered. 

Jisung’s heart tugged inside him as he softly kissed his lips.

He once again pushed himself up, and bounced himself on his cock. He seemed more desperate this time, and Jisung gritted his teeth, noticing him struggling a little, but not slowing down. 

Jisung grabbed his wrist, wanting to apologize again, but before he could speak, Minho let out another loud moan. 

“Did you—ah—did you think of fucking me when you jerked off to me getting fucked?” he asked, making Jisung suck in a sharp breath.

He was just happy he didn’t look angry or upset. Instead, he noticed thick lust clouding his eyes.

“Yes. I wanted to fuck you so bad. You sounded so pretty—and I was right. You’re so fucking pretty,” he blurted out, and Minho moaned so beautifully.   

“I would have let you. I would have—if you came to me I would have let you fuck me. I’ve always thought you were—so cute,” he admitted, his skin flushed red, and cock bobbing up and down. It was red at the tip, and looked so wet. Jisung wanted to get his hand on him. 

“I like that—you heard me. I knew—ah—knew you were in the room next to me sometimes. I wanted you to hear.” 

Jisung could see him drowning in how good he felt, and it was so fucking hot hearing him say that. 

Minho practically screamed when he wrapped his hand around him. He was burning to the touch, his cock warm and slick. It was easy to pump him in his hand, his precum making it glide. 

“I heard you, babe. Believe me. And I wanted it to be me. So fucking bad,” he told him, and Minho’s body shook violently. 

“From now on—it can be. Just you. The others can hear you—fucking me now,” he responded, making Jisung’s heart inflate.

“Yeah? You want that, babe? You want them to hear me fucking you like this?” he teased, and that seemed to be just what he wanted to hear, because he fucked himself down even harder. 

“Yes—yes. I want them—to see. To hear. On your cock. It feels so good.” 

Jisung twisted his thumb around the tip of Minho’s cock. He could see him getting tired, so Jisung brought his hips up to help him. He looked so perfect as he used him for pleasure. His dick pounding into him looked absolutely perfect. 

“You’re so pretty. So beautiful. I love your body,” he whispered, because he was so mesmerized. 

“Oh, fuck—keep—keep touching me. Keep fucking me,” he begged.

Jisung smiled as he looked so gorgeous bent backwards and fucking himself desperately on it. He could see his cock, slippery and shining, gliding in and out of him perfectly. His puffy hole was a deep red as he continued to bounce. 

“Babe, I want you to cum for me,” Jisung told him, and that must have been enough, because Minho twitched in his grasp and came so hard that the ropes of it hit Jisung on his chin. 

But even though he came, and even though he must have been sensitive, he was still riding Jisung fast and hard. 

“I want you to cum, too. Inside. Please,” he groaned, and Jisung felt himself shaking.

Minho was looking at him with tender and pleading eyes, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed Minho’s hips and slammed himself as deeply as he could, cumming hard and shuddering intensely. He came deep in Minho’s body, and even though he came earlier, it had been a while, so it was still a lot, pumping him full. 

Minho’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and collapsed onto Jisung’s chest, breathing heavily. 

“Holy fuck,” Minho whispered, and Jisung ran his fingers through his sweaty hair. “You were pent up, huh?” 

Minho smiled up at him, wiping his cum off Jisung’s chin.

“Yeah, fuck. I think…that was the hardest I’ve ever cum,” Jisung responded, and he could see Minho trying to bite back his smile. 

Both of them were trying to catch their breath, and Jisung couldn’t help but trail his hand over Minho’s soft skin on his shoulder. He loved the feel of it on his fingertips. 

“I like guys by the way,” he said confidently, and that made Minho laugh. He leaned up, crossing his arms over Jisung’s chest, looking at him lovingly. 

“Yeah. And you like me,” he smirked, making Jisung blush again. 

“I…yeah.” He didn’t even try to deny it.

Minho looked so amused. “Since when?” he asked.

“I’m not sure. I thought…well, when we first met, I thought you were attractive, and I was thinking maybe I just admired the way you took care of your body, but then I found myself wanting to touch you, especially when I could hear you…you know…and I think…that’s when I realized it was a little more than just admiration,” he rambled, wincing when he felt himself slip out of Minho’s body. They were both wet, messy and sticky. 

“Well, I thought you were totally straight. But I always thought you were really cute. I didn’t want to like you because I knew it was pointless, but now I think it safe to say that has changed,” he giggled, pressing a kiss to Jisung’s lips. 

He kissed him back, gently gripping the back of his neck, heart fluttering wildly as Minho wrapped his arms around his neck. 

But then Jisung realized it was almost time for Hyunjin to come home as he caught the time on the clock. 

“Fuck, we should…probably clean up and get dressed.” 

Minho nodded, but as he sat back, he grimaced. Jisung looked down to see the couch was completely filthy—cum, spit, and lube pooling on the leather. 

“Hyunjin might cry if we ruin his precious free couch.” Minho chuckled, and Jisung rolled his eyes. 

“I can’t believe I’m even sitting on it.” 

“I can’t believe you fucked me on it.” 

They both laughed, and Minho reached out to press another kiss to his lips. Jisung felt his heart burst as he pulled back, his smile so beautiful on his face. He grabbed his shirt from the floor and helped him tug it over his head. 

“Thanks for coming to me, Jisung,” he said, and Jisung blushed softly. “I’m glad you trusted me enough to ask me about that stuff, and I’m sorry for kind of jumping you…but I got jealous when you said you liked a different guy. And I know I probably shouldn’t have done that…but I kind of don’t regret it,” he mumbled.

Jisung bit his lip, because now he was the one who was acting cute. 

“I mean I totally had a crush on you, and then you started asking me about your sexuality, and I got my hopes up. Then you shot me down, and—”

“What? I didn’t shoot you down.” He tried to deny it but Minho rolled his eyes. 

“Okay, yeah, maybe not directly, but you literally said you liked someone and told me it was nobody I knew,” he pouted, and Jisung decided that he liked that pretty look at his face. 

“I guess you’re right. I’m sorry. I was just…nervous. I didn’t know that you liked me too. I’m still in shock actually,” he admitted. 

Minho smiled again. “I told you, I think you’re really cute.” 

They were quiet for a second, and Minho blushed before speaking again. 

“And if you want to do that again…I wouldn’t be opposed, by the way—I’d be down if you wanted to go on a date, too.”

Jisung flushed. “Yeah—yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

Minho smiled widely. “Okay, then, how about this weekend?”

Before Jisung could respond, they both jumped when they heard the door open. Hyunjin dropped his bag near the door as he closed it behind him, looking over at them instantly. 

“Oh, hey, you’re finally sitting on the…couch.” He eyed them both, and Jisung was burning red. “Um, what the heck is going on in here? It smells like sex, and Hannie—why are you naked? And…” 

Jisung saw it click in Hyunjin’s head. He looked surprised, but he smiled nonetheless. 

Jisung absolutely panicked, but Minho just laughed. 

“Yeah, it’s none of your business. But I think Jisung likes the couch now.”