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“Help…”
Jisung rushed in, leaning over the clump of pain. “Hey, hey. It's okay. What's wrong?”
Minho turned his head to look at Jisung with watery eyes. “Jisunga… everything hurts.” He whined, hissing softly.
“Where?”
Minho opened his wings impossible wider and flipped onto his back. “My.. my belly.” He splayed out a hand over his abdomen, and then lower. “And my penis.”
Jisung cringed. He brushed Minho's hair out of his face. His face was grimy with sweat, and so, so sad. Dried tear streaks were on both cheeks, so Jisung pressed soft kisses to them. Minho shuddered beneath him.
“More.” He croaked, his hands twitching as they reached out and clutched Jisung's shirt with unusual strength.
Jisung's breath hitched, but he complied and pressed more soft kisses. The bed started to move with rhythm, so Jisung looked down and saw Minho humping a pillow. “Oh.”
Or: Jisung is an alchemist and creates Minho. One thing leads to another, and they're fucking.