coincidental | minsung

17

"Hyung," Jisung whinged. "Can you... Do it properly, please?" 

Minho seemed to content himself with this, knowing when to push and pull with Jisung. He closed his hand into a loose fist around Jisung and started to stroke painfully slowly, his eyes fixed on the way that Jisung's cock responded to him. Another bead of pre-cum. Even without being asked, Minho was gentle in the way he leaned forward to press his lips against it. 

Jisung squeaked. Every muscle in his body had contracted in an attempt to stop himself from exploding all over Minho there and then. Minho must have noticed, because he shot a sweet smile up at Jisung. 

"You're trying so hard, sweet boy. But I like it when you beg."

Jisung's exhale was slow, punctured with hitched moans and pent-up desire. He fumbled with the words in his head. 

"Want it so bad. Please? Want you to... Like it when you put your lips on it," Jisung attempted.

"On it?" Minho prompted.

"Fuck, on me. Put your lips on the head again, please?"

Minho obliged. He parted full lips, bent his neck, placed a quick kiss on Jisung's head and then pushing himself slightly further so he took the first part of Jisung into his mouth. Even as he did, he glanced up with doe-eyes to meet Jisung's slitted gaze. Maybe this was what made Jisung buck his hips up without thinking. 

It prompted a smile from Minho, a smile that curved around Jisung's cock so prettily. 

"You were being so polite," Minho pretended to scold him as he pulled himself back for a moment. "Struggling to hold it in, Jisung?"

Jisung mewled pathetically. He couldn't think about anything except how to get Minho's lips back on that sweet spot. 

"Minho," he started through gritted teeth. "Please, please, will you put my cock back in your mouth before I lose my fucking mind?"

A laugh from Minho that encased Jisung and drew another shiver from him. 

"There he is," Minho grinned.

It seemed this is what he wanted - he obliged, dipping his head to take more of Jisung. He broke their eye contact so he could bob slowly on Jisung's length. His free hand wrapped itself around his base, the other reaching up to caress the hand that Jisung still had caged in Minho's hair. 

Jisung tipped his head back onto the pillow and let his eyes flutter close. God, this is what he had been missing out on. Minho's mouth, warm and wet, his hand firm and circling in the way that the most sensitive parts of Jisung so easily. 

The younger tried so hard to make this moment last forever. But when he felt it, Minho's throat closing around the tip of his head and the way that the older's gag sent electric sparks through his whole body, Jisung knew he would die for real if he held it in. 

The room was humid, warm, still air filled with the sound of panting and whining and whimpering from Jisung.

"Hyung, I'm-" he started.

He didn't need to finish. Minho just hummed against his cock, the vibration exactly what Jisung needed, and then Jisung's hips were pressing up off of the mattress so he could thrust without thinking down Minho's throat. Minho responded like he was made for Jisung, encouraged him to knot his fingers even tighter, matched Jisung's weakening thrusts with tender caresses from his tongue. 

"So good, oh my God, hyung so good I'm... Ah, hmmm, Minho, fuck!-"

And when Jisung finished, Minho kept his lips pressed all the way down, the motion of him swallowing sending Jisung over the edge into hyper-sensitivity. 

The ebbing of his orgasm left Jisung feeling heady, fuzzy. And still, he was present enough to be surprised: he had always told himself Minho couldn't get any prettier, he was already perfect, already something more than human. 

But when Minho pulled his mouth off of Jisung with a sickening pop, this all changed for Jisung. Minho had a small bead of Jisung's cum threatening to drip from his lower lip and Jisung knew this was the best he'd ever looked yet. 

Hazy, fucked out, barely processing his own thoughts, Jisung wasn't sure why he reached out with one shaking hand to thumb the last drop off Minho's lips. He was sure, though, that he could do that all again in an instant when Minho bent forward to suck the bit he had missed off of Jisung's finger. Fuck, the way he was smiling, Minho almost looked grateful. 

"Made a good choice, huh?" Minho smiled as he flopped back down onto the bed beside Jisung. "Don't think my housemates would've been as happy as I was to hear you making those noises."

Jisung flushed, all of a sudden embarrassed. He swatted at Minho gently with one hand, giggled. Minho angled himself so he could press his head into the crook of Jisung's neck. 

"Not complaining, sweet boy," Minho mumbled. "Favourite thing about you."

Jisung answered with another small whine that curved Minho's face into a smile. 

"Can I...?" Jisung felt bad that he had gotten off, but Minho hadn't.

The older lifted his head to meet his eyes.

"Nothing I'd like more," Minho murmured. "But I don't want to cum in your mouth."

Jisung frowned. Then his eyes widened. He glanced away, shy again, cheeks burning. This made Minho grin. 

"It's okay," he smiled lazily. "Those little noises you made have been burned into my memory for good. In the shower, before I go to sleep, when I wake up tomorrow... I'll make use of them for now."

Jisung giggled again, trying to shrug off the lingering timidness his orgasm had left behind. Before he could try and tempt Minho further, a noise at the other end of the room drew them both out of their bubble.

Jisung's phone, which he had left on the dresser at the other end of the room, had started to buzz incessantly. He was about to get up and switch it off when Minho grumbled and wrapped his arms around Jisung so the younger couldn't move. 

"Not going anywhere," Jisung reassured, voice soft. "Lemme turn it off."

In an ideal life, he would've. He would've turned off the phone, crawled back into bed, spent the morning as he had dreamed of in Minho's bed with all of Minho's attention. 

But life is never ideal. Chan's name on his phone made Jisung groan in a different way than he just had been. 

"Shit," Jisung whispered, scrolling through his phone at the countless texts that an angry, then frustrated, then concerned Chan and Changbin had left. 

"S'okay," Minho smiled, trying his hardest to hide the twinge of sadness. "Go. Just make sure you come back."

An apologetic smile, a hasty attempt to pull Minho's borrowed clothes off and replace them with his own. The blood on the collar of his shirt made him falter - that was an issue he could deal with later. 

"So pretty," Minho mumbled. "So pretty, my Jisung."

Jisung paused by the door to smile fondly at Minho. The older was trying to drag himself away from stumbling back into sleep. Jisung glossed his eyes over swollen lips, barely-open eyes, tussled hair. His Minho.

The door closed quietly behind him. Jisung headed home with a weight in his stomach.

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SO sorry everyone this book is my first child but then i had a second child (S&S) and like a terrible parent i neglected my lovely baby coincidental :( thank u to everyone who is so patient and kind when i update!!!! your support is the absolute worllddd to me ~~