On Track | MINSUNG

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Minho kicked the door shut behind them as Jisung pulled him towards the bed. They fell onto it, Jisung already tugging at Minho's hoodie.

No matter how much Minho wanted this, Jisung wanted it just as much--maybe even a bit more.

Minho let Jisung take control, putting his arms up so Jisung could pull his hoodie off. Jisung shrugged out of his own, pulling Minho in for a kiss.

Jisung broke the kiss to attach his mouth to Minho's neck, sucking marks into the skin, making Minho groan. God, he loved Jisung marking him up.

Jisung's fingers trailed over Minho's collarbones, before gripping his shoulders and pushing him onto his back. Jisung grinned, his cheeks flushed. But his eyes. Oh God, his eyes. They were wide and so dark they were almost black and they burned, burned with an intensity Minho hadn't seen before.

Just as much as Jisung was Minho's, Minho was Jisung's.

This was Jisung's claiming of him.

Minho was so hard his dick ached.

Jisung hovered over him, their eyes locked on each other's for a long moment, before Jisung kissed him. Minho's hands flew to Jisung's hair, tugging him closer, but he was careful not to take control of the kiss. He let Jisung lead, just as he would let Jisung have control for all of this, unless Jisung said otherwise.

Jisung pulled away, sitting back, straddling Minho's hips. His eyes were still burning; he was so hot Minho couldn't breathe.

'Jisung,' Minho rasped. 'I want you.'

Jisung climbed off Minho, grabbing the lube from the drawer and rooting around for a condom. He passed them to Minho, not meeting his eyes. His face was bright red.

The change in Jisung was astonishing.

'Aw, gotten all shy, sweetheart?' Minho cooed, pulling Jisung onto his lap.

Jisung hid his face in Minho's shoulder. 'Please just touch me.'

'But you were doing all the touching moments ago, sweetheart.' Minho settled his hands on Jisung's hips, encouraging him to grind against him.

'Minho,' Jisung whimpered. His arms were tucked between his chest and Minho's, and he traced patterns on Minho's skin.

Minho bit Jisung's shoulder, drawing a gasp. He could feel Jisung hard against him. 'No? Don't want to ride me then, still have all the control?'

Jisung rolled his hips into Minho's, but only let out a small whine.

'That's okay, sweetheart. Shall I open you up for me?'

'Please,' Jisung whimpered.

Minho's heart skipped a beat. Jisung's shyness was cute, especially when he'd been making all the decisions a few minutes ago.

Minho pushed Jisung onto his back, pressing kisses to his neck. Ghosting his lips over the hickies already there, Minho trailed kisses down Jisung's chest, sucking marks into the thin skin over his ribs. Jisung's chest rose and fell rapidly, and Minho smirked against his skin. He loved knowing he had this affect on Jisung.

Jisung gasped, tangling his fingers in Minho's hair. 'Min--Minho, please...'

Moving lower, Minho kissed down Jisung's stomach, pausing to pull his joggers and underwear down, tugging them off his legs, throwing them to the floor.

Jisung's dick was hard and red, leaking precome, and Minho wanted to swallow it down, feel the weight of Jisung on his tongue. But he ached to slide into Jisung, so he coated his fingers with lube and pressed a finger to Jisung's hole.