Work Text:
Watching the video that you sent me
The one where you’re showering
with wet hair dripping
You know that I’m obsessed with your body
But it’s the way you smile that does it for me
Minho had been moping around for most of the night.
He and his boyfriend were supposed to spend the day together, but the latter was unexpectedly called into work, and only just got back to his apartment. At 10 PM. Minho was a little peeved, but he mostly just pouty that he couldn’t hold Jisung close. So, when he received a message that Jisung returned home, it was only natural that he rushed to call him —
Only for the call to go straight to voicemail. The beginnings of a frown pushed at Minho’s lips, before a message from Jisung lit up his phone.
jagi
showering
thinking of u <3
[attached image]
Jisung’s wet, curly hair was flat against his head, dripping down his face and over his preciously wide smile — that Minho could just barely make out from the picture’s quality. He was so pretty that it hurt, even with an abundant amount of water in his camera.
A video attachment arrived shortly after.
The video began down low, Jisung’s pretty, toned stomach glistening with droplets of water and something sticky that disappeared (much to Minho’s disappointment) once the camera shifted, detailing a slow, teasing rise up the expanse of Jisung’s body. It was almost tormenting, how terribly Minho wanted to see the real thing, and it was certainly more enough to steal the air from his lungs. It hardly mattered that Minho had seen Jisung’s body a thousand times over, or that he’d mapped out every taunt muscle and crevice with his hands and tongue, only that his boyfriend captivated him in such an ethereal, blissful manner that it was truly awe befalling; and that was before the camera reached Jisung’s face.
Though initially cocky and proud, Jisung’s smug grin quickly melted into that perfect, heart shaped smile of his, and all of a sudden, Minho felt blinded; it was so bright and breathtaking that he nearly forgot Jisung was naked at all.
It wasn’t as if his body was something to be forgotten, god, no, Minho was just drooling a second ago— only that truthfully, Jisung’s smile meant the world to Minho. Even more than his broad shoulders and perky ass, honest. There was something so beautiful about happiness on Jisung, so thrilling and captivating in all the best ways. Jisung’s habit of smiling during their intimate moments were likely an influence. Be it a simple lip lock or something more intense, something deeper — both figuratively and literally — Jisung always, without fail, flashed him that pretty little smile. It conveyed what he didn’t need to say, and that, to Minho, was more meaningful and attractive than a hundred naked Jisung’s.
It’s sweet, he realized a few hours after an impulsive drive to Jisung’s apartment, like pudding. Entangled with his boyfriend in a beautiful art of loving lips and warm bodies, Minho ran delicate fingers through Jisung’s drying hair, and was rewarded with such a fond, precious smile that his hips nearly stuttered in their pace.
I love you.
It wasn’t something they said often, but there wasn’t any need to. Jisung’s smile said it for them.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ 🍮 ₊˚ ⊹ 𝜗𝜚
Watching the video where you’re lying
In your red lingerie ten times nightly
You know that I think your
skin is the perfect color
But it’s always your eyes that pull me under
Jisung missed Minho. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, or anything, but it was particularly bad that night. He was considering going to bed early, when blissfully, as if sensing his turmoil, the text tone he had set for his boyfriend broke the silence in his room.
min <3
thinking of u
this is payback ;)
[video attached]
A gasp escaped Jisung’s lips when he opened the attachment.
Much like his own video nights prior, the camera opened low on Minho’s body, giving Jisung a delicious screenful of his firm, thick thighs, causing his own to squeeze his own together. When the camera panned up, a flash of red teased at Jisung’s sanity, the soft bulge of Minho’s cock revealed to be straining in the pretty, lacy fabric of the lingerie Jisung bought him for his birthday.
Pitifully, Jisung attempted to take a calming breath.
Before Minho, Jisung’s favorite color was red. It still was, for the most part, especially when Minho wore it, but it was all over, honestly, once Jisung saw Minho without a shirt for the first time. He was hopelessly enamored by the smooth, golden expanse of Minho's soft, inviting skin, the small scar on his torso.
The camera raised further, and Jisung could only gaze in awe at the pretty, golden gleam of Minho’s skin. It glittered like the tempting lure of of a dragon's hoard, a precious treasure to be cherished. It reminded him of honey, thick, sugary, and sweet. Jisung longed to see it sticky, something he could spend hours lapping up.
Lost in a lustful daze, Jisung barely registered the video's end, until his gaze flickered up and met Minho's eyes through the screen, and his heart promptly skipped a beat.
Jisung had always loved Minho’s eyes. Those pools of dark, liquid desire that loved to hold him just on the brink of desperation, keep him still in a firm, unrelenting grip that made his head spin with a dizzying want. They resonated such a malicious glee that Jisung was always rendered helpless beneath his gaze, condemned to flail uselessly in the depths of Minho's bemusement; but not without a certain level of fondness, because underneath all of Minho’s giddy, sadistic tendencies, there was always a distinct sense of adoration, of love.
Love.
Minho never told Jisung I love you, but he didn’t need to. Minho’s eyes told him more than enough.
And it’s sweet, Jisung found himself pondering, lost in the blissful aftermath of it all, when he would cradle Minho against his chest and card gentle, purposeful fingers through his soft brown locks, slightly damp from exertion. Most would tell each other then, he always thought, but he was oddly soothed by the fact that they didn’t, because when Minho opened his eyes and gazed at him with that dizzying, gravitating fondness, Jisung realized that it was infinitely better.
𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 🍯 ₊˚ ⊹
And I would gladly break it
I would gladly break my heart for you…
And I would gladly break it
I would gladly break my heart for you.
When the day came to bind their hearts as one and Jisung stood across from him in a beautiful suit with an equally stunningly smile, Minho had the epiphany that he would gladly do anything Jisung asked of him. Anything.
If Jisung wanted Minho to say I love you, he wouldn’t ever stop telling him. If Jisung wanted Minho to break his own heart for him, he would do so without question. He’d rip the thing out of his chest if his lover all but asked, still beating and all.
Minho would break his heart for Jisung because he loved him, and he knew Jisung would do the same for him.
Love isn’t something that abides by standards, he muses deep into the night, cradling the soft, sleeping form of his husband close to his chest. At least not to them. It’s sweet, the love they have, and Minho’s sure it’ll always stay that way, telling one another be damned.