Chapter fifty

"Take a shower with me," Minho asks, hope as well as something else mixed in his eyes.

The problem was, Jisung knew what it was.

And Minho wasn't the only one at the moment who was filled with lust.

"Yes, okay," Jisung answers in a flat voice.

"O...kay?" Minho was slightely taken aback by the answer. He hadn't thought Jisung would be so okay with it.

Jisung rolls his eyes and steps closer to Minho. Stopping right infront of the boy and looking slightly up to meet his eyes.

Never leaving Minho's gaze he slowly puts the older's hands on his own hips. Minho firms his grip in no-time and pulls Jisung against himself, all this while never breaking eye contact.

Jisung slowly draws his hands up, trailing along Minho's body and finally resting them on his shoulders. "Okay."

As on cue Minho tills Jisung up and Jisung clashes their lips together. As if they haven't just made out in the car a mere couple of minutes ago. 

Jisung's hands had already left Minho's shoulders to unbuckle the buckles on Minho's body harness, as Minho lets him rest on the counter.

When Jisung finally took off the harness he also pulled Minho's shirt up and out, half moaning at the sight in front of him. 

With his right hand resting on Minho's chest he groans, "Is it wrong that I've missed this so damn much already?"

Minho licked his bottom lip and pulled Jisung blazer and sweater aggresively off to attack his chest only a second later. "I won't be one to judge."

Jisung threw his head back at these words and deeds. 

Soon Minho attacks their lips again and starts also taking off their bottom parts. Thankfully, both of them had cargo pants on so it wasn't too much of a bother to take it off. After he took off their socks he, last but not least, undressed both of them of their boxers and pulled Jisung closer again by his waist.

Jisung wrapped his legs around Minho's middle to make the boy's work a bit easier. 

Soon Minho walked both of them from the counter to the big rain douche. As Jisung had finally settled his hands at the one place they felt best, Minho's hair, Minho slammed him into the wall next to the fouchette.

Grinding up on him he only kept deepening the kiss, and making his dick twitch more. At one point Jisung bit his bottom lip, making him moan.

"Yes, honey?"

"Neither of our problems are fixed. You've still got a hard-on and now i'm not only dirty but also cold."

Minho smirks back, "Am sorry. I forgot how much libido you get from my bite," he laughs.

"Hmmmm shut up~~"

ADULT-ISH SCENES✨🌈

When their kissing deepens far enough that it starts to hurt Minho's bottom. He slowly enters Jisung with one finger. 

Prepping him carfully and soft, since the boy isn't used to it. As Minho keeps adding fingers and making different kinds of movement, Jisung starts to slowly lose it as moans escape his mouth.

He tries to muffle it down by biting on his lip. 

As Minho takes his fingers out Jisung sadly whines at the loss, Minho only smirking as he positions his dick at the same entrance. He couldn't take it anymore and entered Jisung in one slam. As he starts loving he only hears more muffled whines from Jisung.

"Don't," he warns, as he takes Jisung lip out from between his teeth.

"W-why not?" Jisung stammers.

"Don't bite. I'm the one to bite it. Plus I want to hear how angelic I'll make you sing while breaking you from the inside."

This sentence plus what Minho was doing made Jisung moan loudly as he looks straight into Minho's eyes. He leans in as he kisses the one who keeps on pumping in him. 

He puts his right leg up to rest it against the wall. It helped him to add extra strength to Minho's slams. Minho, now trapped between the wall and Jisung's right leg, couldn't keep his hands from wondering.

As Jisung's mouth detaches when he, for the empteeth time, moans, he attaches it not to Minho's lips but his neck. Working his way down, leaving those oh-so-loved purple marks all over Minho's neck and chest. 

He would've left more, but as he felt something pulserate in him, his head got shot back in yet another moan. This time not alone. 

Oh how much he loved Minho's moans. The boy's voice has always been heavenly, and still is. But there's something about the way he moans that kills Jisung from the inside.

This results in him coming clear for the second time that evening, just after Minho did. As Minho slowly fell down to the ground, he didn't let go of Jisung. 

Jisung was sat on his lap, in his embrace, and with him still inside of him. 

Neither of them wanted for this to ever end. Never did they want that. It felt like the whole world would shatter apart when one of both would pull back.

Minho started stroking Jisung's hair as the younger, who was resting against his chest, was drawing on his thigh with his finger.

Jisung did that quite a lot. Playing with Minho's thighs. It was rather obvious how fond the younger was of his thighs. But Minho didn't mind.

He himself had an unhealthy obsession with Jisung's butt after all.

"Jisung? Honey?"

"Yes?" Jisung answers in a whisper.

"I think we should really get washed now."

Jisung stops the drawing and tilts his head. As he looks at Minho he pouts, "Do we really?"

"Yes, sweetheart," Minho smiles, sad too.

"Okay."

As Minho washes up the exhausted Jisung while washing himself, a smile never leaves his face.

Minho knows how weird this actually was. The boy wasn't really the smiling kind. Hasn't been for the last five-ish years. But somehow, being with Jisung always made him smile. 

With towel around his waist, he also puts one around Jisung. 

"Can we," Jisung hesitantly asks while Minho wraps him up, "sleep together now? Now that Felix knows?"

"I don't know, love, can we? Don't you think we should maybe give him some time to let it sink in?"

"But I love sleeping with you," Jisung pouts.

"And I love waking up next to you," Minho smiles, "We'll see, okay?"

Happily Jisung nods. 

Once they left the bathroom, on their way to their bathroom, Minho froze in place.

"What's up, Minnie?"

"He let him in."