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While waiting for the water to boil, the front door opened. Giving it no mind, Jisung continued to watch on his phone, giggling every now and then.
The heavy footsteps of someone he knows grow increasingly loud, until they are in front of him.
"At least take your shoes off, goddamnit, Minho!" He groans after noticing the reflection on the polished leader shoes on top of his phone. Minho on the other hand didn't utter a word, only staring at Jisung with hooded eyes and flushed cheeks. "You're drunk, aren't you?" It isn't even a question, Jisung know Minho, he knows when he's drunk, playing pretend, annoyed, mad, unhappy, excited — he only want to know if Minho will say the truth, since getting drunk wasn't on the list he said he will do tonight.
"Hmm," Minho hummed, like he wasn't asked anything.
He's still wearing his suit, since he just came home from a business dinner with who knows who. Jisung doesn't like to pry on other people's businesses, even if it's his own boyfriend. That's one of the problems why he get hurt in the end but that's not something he thinks about, he trust who he trust, until they give him a reason why he shouldn't, even if that reason came too late.
It's a formal attire, something someone who works on an office or own a company would wear. Minho owns a company so he needed to wear one, even though Jisung's ear nearly fell off on how much Minho whines about how unpleasant it is because apparently, he isn't used to it even after wearing it long before meeting Jisung, which is almost six years ago.
They're anniversary is around the corner.
The notification sound on his phone pulled him back to reality, the water he's waiting to boil entered his mind.
"Oh!" He lowered the fire a little bit and added the hard ramen noodles he was craving earlier. How could he forget when the heat is basically making his arm warm?
"Jisungie..." Minho mumbles, reaching out to touch his other arm that's holding his phone.
He watches Minho basically wrap himself around his arm, chuckling at Minho's face. He's really drunk. Jisung opened his mouth, "What is it, love?" Now he asked, because Minho looks like he's seconds from falling asleep but at the same time, it's like he's itching to do something.
"Hmm," He once again, hummed.
God, he can't even utter a word.
"Let me take you to the bed." Jisung placed his phone near but far enough to the stove and attempted to take Minho's arm to sling it to his neck but he's really wrapped around his arm. "Minho, love. Let me take you to the bed." He said, but Minho already had his eyes closed. Is he already sleeping?
Jisung untangled Minho's arms around his own and scoops his up, lifting him bridal style and made a bee line to their bedroom. Once on the side of the bed, he gently placed Minho on it and carefully took his suit and shoes off, leaving his white dress shirt and socks on. While on it, Jisung runs his fingers through Minho's hair, ruffling his perfectly styled hair. He's home now, he doesn't need to look wealthy and all that jazz.
Jisung opened the lamp on the bed side table but dimmed the light a little bit, so it doesn't fully lighten the whole room but simply act as a little light to help Minho if he woke up and wants see where he is.
The ramen!
Jisung ran like he's on a marathon and closed the stove just in time before the bubbles over flow from the pot. A sigh of relief left his lips, that was close. He prepared his food on the table and grabbed his phone once again. He sits down on the ground with a small table in front and the steaming ramen on it. Jisung scrolls through phone, absorbing whatever information is on there while blowing the heat from his food from time to time.
He was gulping down the remaining noodle soup when a pair of hands hugs him from behind, making him flinch and choke. "What the fuck!" Jisung yelped out loud, forcing himself away from the unannounced person.
Minho watches him with a confused expression, like he doesn't know what just happened. Well, he's drunk. He doesn't know what he's doing. Jisung thought.
"Minho?" He placed the bowl back to the table and scoots closer to his boyfriend. "What are you doing up? Go to sleep, love." He whispered softly. Already helping Minho to stand up so he can carry him again. But then, he speaks.
"Want you."
Minho's slurring his words like a drunk, which he is. It should be unintelligible, incomprehensible. But Jisung spent countless of time with Minho to know every part of him Minho himself couldn't seem to understand. Every puzzle Minho had with himself, his bizarre way of doing things, his mood swings — every little thing about him, Jisung already knows, and welcomed with open arms.
It's crazy, really. To be able to know someone so deeply like how he does with Minho. And how Minho does with him.
That fact didn't help with how his blood rises up to his cheeks, making it feel warm. Damn Minho and his words.
Minho and him met a long time ago. They became inseparable a long time ago. They made it official a long time ago. They've done wild things with each other since then, which is a long time ago. But the thrill, the excitement, the love...it's still there. Never becoming dormant.
They actually talked about this, about what they would do if the excitement is running out. They came to the conclusion of: It is what it is. They won't force anything to this relationship just to make it work. If it's for a long time, it's for a long time. If it's not, then so be it. If they are lucky, this is for a life time.
"Jisungie..." Minho crawled up to him until he's on Jisung's lap, nuzzling his face to his neck. "Want you, please."
Jisung's breath hitched when Minho's warm breathing fans below his ears and the place where his neck and shoulder meets. His hands found Minho's waist when Minho wrapped his arms loosely around Jisung's neck, wanting to touch more, it seems.
"You're drunk, baby." He said after finding his voice. His fingers, out of instinct, started rubbing Minho's sides. Both trying to comfort his, undeniably, drunk and sleepy boyfriend.
"Mhm, no." How could I forget how stubborn he is when he's drunk? He mentally scolded himself. To be honest, it's been a while since Minho's the drunk one, since he always keep himself sober when there's alcohol so we can drive home safely except when we're drinking all by ourselves in the safe walls of our home. I can get drunk easily. Jisung reminded himself.
"Baby." Jisung said, more firmly.
"Baby." Minho echoed.
A startled gasp left Jisung's mouth when Minho started slowly grinding himself on top of Jisung's lap. His grip on Minho's waist tensed a bit. He held back a moan by biting his bottom lip. "Minho," he whispered.
"Hm?" Minho's half lidded eyes stared at him, a smirk forming on his lips. Jisung got an urge to wipe it off of his face. "Baby." He echoed Jisung's pet name for him again, the flush on his cheeks darkening.
Jisung's eyes slides down to his lap, watching Minho's knees plant itself to the ground to help his movement. His eyes locked with Minho's own when he whispered another: 'want you.
If this is going to happen, I need to know he's with me on this.
"Minho, baby." He placed his hands on Minho's thighs to stop him from moving. Minho whined, trying to move his hips more but drops his forehead on Jisung's neck and let out a soft cry when Jisung's hands is preventing him to do anything. "Baby, look at me." When Minho didn't move his head, Jisung lifted Minho's chin so he can see him. "Look at me." He said more firmly.
"Hm." Minho hummed, a small one that says: I'm here, I'm listening.
"Let me take you to the bed." Almost immediately, Minho shook his head no. Jisung understood what Minho thought he meant. "Love," He squeezed his thigh. "Let's continue this in bed. Okay?" Jisung worded it differently, earning a suspicious stare and a slow nod.
After placing Minho down on the bed, he immediately lifted his hand to grip on Jisung's hoodie and yanked him down to him. Jisung let out an embarrassing shrill, making Minho chuckle, and him probably looking like a tomato. Minho kissed the side of his lips and pulled away, smirking at him. "Take your clothes off."
Jisung blinks, "So you can form words now but unable to minutes ago?" He huffs.
"I'll do the impossible for you." Minho still stutters a bit because of his drunk ass but still.
"I could've appreciate your words beforehand." He deadpan. Even though he's complaining, he did what he's told. Throwing the light purple hoodie on the floor, he watches Minho do the same after the little struggle of taking off his dress shirt. A button flew away after a one particular impatient tug. Jisung opened his mouth to point it out when Minho's lips joined his.
The moan Minho let out gone straight to his dick.
Getting impatient himself, Jisung helps Minho with taking off his belt. One smooth swift and it's off. He's taken off belts and pants a dozen times to know how to do it effortlessly by now. Minho's left with his boxers while Jisung's still half naked. Deciding to take his time now, he catches Minho's lips, who on the other hand, eagerly return the kiss. His lips slides down the neck, taking his time nibbling and licking the skin. Minho started squirming underneath him.
"Jisungie..." He pants, blunt nails scratching Jisung's arms and back, leaving crescent moon shapes and lines on his skin. They decorate each other's skin like they always do, but for them, everything feels like it's their first time. First time to touch, eager to make each other feel good.
"Tell me what you want, baby." Said Jisung slightly muffled by a nipple on his mouth, while flickering the other with his fingers.
"Want you to— ngh!" Minho's body shook when Jisung bit the sensitive bud.
"Hmm? What do you want me to do, baby?" Jisung teases.
"Fuck me! Fuck! Please, Jisungie." He cries, blocking his eyes with his hand.
Jisung guided Minho's leg to the side so he can place himself in between, then he bring his hand back to Minho's body, feeling everything beneath the palm of his hands. Minho throw his head back when Jisung blows air to his clothed dick, trashing his legs until Jisung pushes it to the bed.
"Jisungie, Jisungie, Jisungie...Han" Minho said his name again and again like a mantra, like its the only thing he knows how to say.
I haven't even touch him there...God.
After pulling off Minho's last clothing, Jisung quickly made his way to lick his dick. A shudder shook Minho's body as Jisung licks the tip, humming at the taste of his boyfriend. He pulled away for a minute to wrap his hand around and pump it. Soft moans and pants echoes across the spacious room. Jisung lick the sides, teasing the tip, tasting the pre-come dripping out of it. Until he took it to his mouth.
"Ahgh!" Minho let out a loud moan of surprise at the action. Fingers taking a fistful of the bed sheet, gripping for its dear life. He looks down at Jisung, blushing deep red when he noticed Jisung already staring at him with half lidded eyes and Minho's dick inside his mouth.
Jisung bobs his head up and down, almost desperately while staring back at Minho. He can feel Minho's toes clenching behind him, his things closing desperately around his head as Minho's moans grew louder and louder until his hands fists Jisung's hair to keep him in place. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" He cried out, his hands and thighs tense, trapping Jisung so he couldn't move. Not that he would.
One second he was tense, another second he's pliant as a doll.
Jisung shallowed his cum, licking seductively the outside of his lips while looking down at Minho's spent body. Minho breathes like he just tried to lift a heavy dumbbell.
When Jisung sees that Minho closed his eyes, he opened his mouth. "Baby, I'm not done yet." He smirks. Minho cracks one eye open, and let out a weak chuckle. "What's your color?" He asked, still cautious. He wouldn't want to hurt Minho, or push him on the edge too much.
"G-green," He mumbled. "Just let me breathe for a second..."
Jisung brushes the hair sticking on Minho's forehead and wipes the sweat with the tissue on the drawer. He massages Minho's thighs as he waits, hissing when it touches his aching erection. When he looks up, he sees Minho smirking at him. "Need help?"
"Please." Jisung panted, head thrown back from how good it feels. Minho uses both his feet to rub Jisung's dick through his sweatpants, loving the way Jisung's reacting to it. Sometimes, Jisung get carried away and forget his own need because apparently it feels good watching Minho drowns in pleasure. Sometimes, Minho does too.
"Take this off." Minho instructed him. Jisung happily obliged, letting out a shaky breath when cold air hits his skin.
Minho scoots closer to him, body still recovering from his intense orgasm, unable to move other than crawl. He fans his breath on Jisung's dick while his hand slides up and down. He feels Jisung eyes boring into him, watching every move, every changes, every action. Minho ignores him, only putting his attention to his dick. He moves closer, sticking out his tongue and giving it kitten licks on the tip.
Jisung's hips stutter, getting lost to the pleasure. Minho's mouth is so warm, tight, so perfect for him, for his dick. Soon enough, he's bobbing his mouth down where it can only reach. His hand covering the remaining length that he couldn't put in his mouth.
"Fuck, baby..." Jisung cursed under his breath, knowing the results of calling Minho by his pet name. He let out a hiss when Minho started to get rough. "That's it, love. You're so good for me, so warm," His eyes shut close, savoring the feeling. "So good."
Minho hums around him, making Jisung shake.