On Track | MINSUNG

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They kissed the entire way home. Up against fences, against walls, desperate kisses, kisses that were more heavy breathing than actual kisses, Jisung pulling Minho closer, Minho's fingers in Jisung's hair.

Minho's self control was slowly dwindling. If Jisung wanted him, why should he resist?

When they reached Jisung's flat, they unlocked the door in a rush, hurrying past Jisung's mum, who was sat at the table doing paperwork. She looked up as they all but fell into Jisung's room.

The door shut behind them, and Minho pressed Jisung against it, attaching his mouth to Jisung's neck, sucking marks into the skin. Jisung whined, pressing his hips to Minho.

'Please,' Jisung gasped. 'Minho, please, take me.'

'I will, fuck, I will,' Minho murmured, pulling Jisung away from the wall, pushing his coat off and tugging him towards the bed. Minho spun them around, pushing Jisung onto the bed. Jisung pulled him down for a kiss, pushing Minho's jacket off his shoulders. Minho pulled away to shrug it off, tossing it across the room. He pulled Jisung's hoodie off quickly, before yanking off his own, throwing it to the side.

Jisung grabbed Minho's shoulders, pulling him closer to bite the skin just below his ear. Minho groaned, heat rushing straight to his groin. He loved Jisung's mouth on him, but especially there.

Minho tugged Jisung's shirt off, admiring him for a second. There were hickies littering his neck and collarbones, and peeking out from the top of the waistband of his jeans. Minho unbuttoned Jisung's jeans, pulling them down with his underwear, revealing the marks on Jisung's hips and thighs. He was gorgeous, perfectly ruined, and Minho wanted to ruin him all over again.

'You're so perfect,' he mumbled, pressing his mouth to Jisung's hip, sucking gently. Jisung's breath hitched, fingers tangling in Minho's hair.

'Minho, please, I want you,' Jisung gasped.

'I know, I know.' Minho pulled away, tugging his jeans and underwear off in a rush. His dick ached; he yearned for Jisung, to have him around his dick, to have him moaning beneath him.

They were both fully naked. Jisung shivered, grabbing Minho's shoulder to pull him closer. Their mouths collided, Jisung moaning as Minho pressed against him, their dicks brushing. Minho shifted to grab the lube, keeping his mouth on Jisung's. He pulled back, sitting on his heels.

Jisung let out a frustrated groan, but stopped reaching for Minho when he spotted the lube. Minho grinned, slicking his fingers and pressing one to Jisung's hole. Jisung tensed, holding out a hand. Minho laced their fingers, pressing a kiss to Jisung's knee as he traced slow circles around Jisung's hole, before sliding his finger in, hearing Jisung's breath catch.

'Feel okay, sweetheart?' Minho asked, slowly thrusting his finger. He was aware Jisung was still sore from yesterday, and wanted to be as gentle with him as possible.

Jisung nodded. 'Yeah. Better than yesterday.'

Minho smiled. 'Good.' He wriggled a second finger inside Jisung, watching his face for any signs of pain. Jisung met his gaze, eyes wide, a slight flush on his cheeks. Minho moved his fingers, curling them and twisting them on the way out, and Jisung's face crumpled, a loud moan erupting from his lips.

'Please,' Jisung panted. 'Just fuck me.'

Minho slid another finger into Jisung, fucking Jisung with them. He felt around his walls, searching for Jisung's prostate. Minho pushed his fingers further inside, stroking downwards.

Jisung gasped, bucking his hips up. Minho grinned, thrusting his fingers to touch that spot on the way in. Jisung writhed, mouth open and head back. Minho rubbed Jisung's prostate continuously, watching Jisung come undone. He was so fucking beautiful, and Minho couldn't decide whether he wanted to finger Jisung until he came, or put his dick in him right now.