Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

     Minho hated airports. He hated all the people. He hated the smells. He hated the squeals of happiness as people were reunited with loved ones, unless they were kids. No one had to know that he secretly thought those were adorable. So why was Minho, tattooed and pierced Minho, here at the airport? His friend Felix. 

     Felix was excited, and was probably going to squeal, because his childhood best friend was transferring to their university to study classical music. Apparently he was some piano prodigy. Felix begged everyone else to come with him and everyone else had been busy. But Minho was a pushover once Felix promised brownies for a year. They were the best brownies he had ever had. So here he was at the airport, Felix chattering excitedly beside him as they waited for Han Jisung's flight to land. 

     “Oh, I think that's it! Hyung, what if he doesn't recognize me? I look a lot different than when I left home.” Felix said, turning his big eyes towards him. 

     Minho sighed, “If you two were as close as you say you were he will recognize you. You could probably be a completely different person and he'd know it was you. What were you two called again?” He asked with a smile. He knew damn well what they were known as. 

     Felix bristled under Minho's smile, “The Sunshine Twins. What of it?”

     Minho laughed, “Nothing. I just wonder if he's as happy as you are.”

     Felix smiled, “Happier. You'll see. He's smiling constantly. I think you'll like him.”

     Minho doubted that, but then ate his words the moment he saw him. Fluffy hair, glasses, full cheeks, pouty lips, big Boba eyes. He was nowhere near ok. He was in an oversized hoodie and skinny jeans and converse. God he's pretty was all Minho could think. 

     And five months later his opinion hadn't changed. He was halfway in love with Jisung when he got off the flight, now though? Full blown head over heels, wanting to spout poetry and have his babies love. The man was incredible. At first he had been shy but opened up quickly once he realized that even though they all looked tough with the tattoos and piercings, they were all just big softies. Well he opened up to everyone, but Minho. He was always really nervous around him and he didn't know why. 

     Once he asked Felix and he had just said maybe he should see the way he looked at him. Apparently he always watched him in a very intense way. So he tried to tone it down. It hadn't worked. He was still just as nervous, stuttering whenever he tried to talk to him. He hated it, but he also had no idea what to do to change it. 

     Thankfully it was their annual Halloween party and Minho was hoping to get a little bit of one on one time with Jisung. He hoped that his costume intrigued him enough to want to spend time with him. Phantom of the Opera. Jisung had recently been working on learning it for a recital at the beginning of November. So this was his pathetic way of showing his support. 

     He sighed as he put on the suit and mask. His tattoos mostly covered, except for the ones on his hands and he wasn't about to use makeup to cover them. Tonight he would know if Jisung could look past the hard edges and see him. If not then he would just forever be doomed to pine for him from afar. 

     Jisung stared at himself in the mirror. He wasn't sure about this. He loved Spiderman, but it was a little tight. Ok a lot tight. You could see every muscle that he hid under his baggy sweaters and hoodies. He looked back at Felix who was perched on his bed. “I don't know about this Lixie.” He could hear the nervousness in his voice and saw Felix's eyes narrow. 

     “Do you want to land Minho or not? I know for a fact that he's going to appreciate the costume. You gonna wear the mask?” He asked. 

     Jisung sighed, “I don't know. I honestly think he doesn't think of me that way. He's gorgeous, smart, funny, and ignores my existence. He barely looks at me. Why would putting on the tightest costume to ever be made change that?” He said as he flopped down on his stomach next to his friend. 

     Felix chuckled, “I don't know, maybe because your ass looks fantastic in this. The skinny jeans don't hold a candle to whatever material this is.” He said right before he slapped Jisung's ass, hard. 

     “And just think, he might get to see those tattoos that you got without anyone knowing, even me. Still haven't forgiven you for that by the way.” Felix pouted. 

     Jisung huffed as he sat up and put his chin on his shoulder. “I told you, I just didn't want to make a big deal out of it. You wouldn't have let me do that.”

     Felix crossed his arms over his chest, “I'm not arguing that, but I could have at least gone with you. You never know how you're gonna deal with the pain.”

     Han chuckled this time, “It honestly wasn't that bad. So I didn't need anyone to hold my hand. Maybe the next one I get I'll bring you along.” He said as he nuzzled into Felix's neck making him giggle. 

     “Fine, but because you didn't let me go with you, you don't get your mask.” Felix rushed out before he popped up from the bed, grabbing the mask and running out the door. 

     Jisung had barely had a chance to react and now he didn't have the mask. Shit, he thought. The nerves spiked even higher as he heard music suddenly start playing downstairs. He reached for the gloves and put them on. Might as well go down and face the star in every fantasy he'd had for the last 5 months. 

     “You might want this Hyung,” Felix said from behind Minho. He turned and he was holding out a mask to him. He took it and looked at it. Spiderman? 

     “Why would I need this?” Minho asked, confusion clear in his voice. 

     Felix smiled, “That's the rest of Ji’s costume, he's going to be looking for it.” He winked and then walked away. 

     Minho looked down at the mask. Oh holy hell, that meant that Jisung was wearing the matching costume. A tight costume. A very tight costume. He wasn't going to survive tonight, not if he was wearing what he thought he was wearing. He had never seen him in anything besides oversized shirts and sweaters and skinny jeans. Even his dress clothes were oversized, like he didn't want anyone else to see his body. Why did he have the feeling that Felix convinced him to go with the costume? 

     Suddenly Minho looked up and time seemed to stop. Jisung had just come down the stairs, looking over the heads of the people already milling around and dancing. He must be looking for Felix. The mask thief. He looked a little irritated, but good Lord Minho couldn't take his eyes off of him. 

     At first he thought the costume must have been padded, because he looked pretty muscular. But he watched as the muscles moved with his body as he moved. That wasn't padding. That was all him. He held the groan back that he wanted to let out as Jisung took the last couple of steps. 

     Then Minho watched as his eyes narrowed slightly and he walked quickly across the room. He heard Felix laugh as he ran past him and over towards Minho, ducking behind him and holding his shoulders. 

     “Save me Hyung.” Felix said through his laugh as Jisung all but skid to a halt in front of him. His eyes were wide as he took in Minho's costume. Then he crossed his arms over his broad chest, it just framed his waist all the better. 

     Minho looked back, “Why do you think I'm going to save you?” He said with a laugh. 

     Felix glanced up and winked before wrapping his arms around his shoulders, “Cuz you're the big baddie to Spiderman's hero.” He kissed his cheek and pushed Minho into Jisung before running out the back door. 

     Minho couldn't stop the collision if he tried, so he just rolled with it. His arms went around Jisung as they tumbled to the ground and he turned, trying to take as much of the impact as he could. Last thing Jisung needed was something happening to his hands. 

     His back hit the floor and a rush of air left him, Jisung's arms protected against his chest. Jisung was stiff in his arms for a moment then he suddenly started laughing. The feel of his body shaking against his got Minho laughing as well. 

     “Fucking Felix. Sorry Hyung.” Jisung said as he rested his head on Minho's shoulder as his laugh died slightly. 

     Minho let go of the grip he had on him, even though he didn't want to, “I think you're looking for this.” He said as he held up the Spiderman mask. 

     Jisung looked up and chuckled, “Yeah. That's what I was looking for.”

     “Are you guys alright?” Chan called out as he rushed over, helping Jisung up then holding his hand out to Minho. Minho took it and felt a twing in his shoulder as he was pulled to his feet. He rolled his shoulder after he stood. 

     “Yeah I'm fine. Jisung?” Minho asked as he handed Jisung the mask. 

      “I'm fine thanks to you. Are you sure you're ok?” He asked, with genuine concern in his voice. 

     Minho waved his hand non committedly, “I'm sure. How about The Phantom and Spiderman team up to find Felix and throw him in the pool?”

     Jisung got a mischievous smile on his face, “I think that's a wonderful idea.”

     Jisung had no idea why he had been so nervous about talking to Minho dressed like this. He was still a nervous wreck, but now Minho was actually looking at him. Couldn't take his eyes off of him in fact. To be fair, he was having a hard time keeping his eyes from trailing over Minho in the suit and mask. God that suit fit like a glove, the vest clinging to his chest and waist like a second skin. And if he was right from when he landed on him earlier he was built like a lean dream. And god, his thighs, he had landed straddling them. 

     Thankfully the party was starting to wind down and everyone rallied together to clean up as the remaining guests left. It was almost 1 am and Jisung felt gross. The costume was so tight he had started sweating within an hour of wearing it and there were no vents or panels that helped cool him. Everyone started going off to their own rooms and Jisung made his way up to his room as well. He needed a shower, badly. 

     His room was blessedly quiet in contrast to the hectic sounds of the party. Had it been fun? Sure. But he just wasn't that big of a partier, he preferred quiet moments. He smiled as he closed his door. He wondered if he would have some quiet moments now with Minho. Well, he wanted more if he was being honest with himself. 

     Reaching up he unzipped the back of the costume and moaned as the cooler air of the room hit his sweaty back. He peeled the costume off of his body and left it lying in the center of the room as he went to his bathroom and started the water. 

     He couldn't stop replaying the moment when their bodies had slammed together. He had felt better against him than his fantasies made him. He had also got an up close look at his full lips, the hoop in the center of his bottom lip, just begging to be licked. And he wanted to so much. Jisung could probably just make out with Minho for hours if given the chance. 

     How he had wanted to reach out and slip that mask up and kiss him. His lips would probably feel like heaven. He smelled like heaven, all the time. He had a hard time being close to him most days actually. It would be so simple to just slip into his lap and let him do whatever he wanted to him. 

     Jisung slipped under the water as he imagined what it would be like to trace his fingers across his tattoos. How covered was he? He wanted to know so badly. He quickly washed as he let his fantasies get away with him and soon he was stroking his hard cock slowly as he allowed himself to imagine what if. 

     Minho knocked on Jisung's door, finally gathering the courage to ask him out on a date. They had had a great time tonight and he didn't want it to stop there. No sound came from the room. He glanced down and saw the light still on in his room. He opened the door and glanced inside, he wasn't there. He walked in and closed the door as he saw the Spiderman costume in the middle of the floor, then he heard the water running in the bathroom. 

    He couldn't help but smile as he remembered Jisung mentioning how he was going to chaf from the sweat. He walked over and picked up the costume and draped it over his desk chair. That was when he heard the soft moan come from the bathroom. He walked over and leaned in next to the door as another moan drifted over the sound of the running water. 

     Minho was rooted to the spot for a couple of different reasons. 1. He knew that Jisung was pleasuring himself right now. 2. He knew, by accident, that Jisung kept lube in his shower. Jisung had asked Felix to get him something from his bathroom and Felix had conned Minho into getting it instead. He had found it. 

     Suddenly he knocked on the door. Silence came from the bathroom before a slightly breathless, “Yeah.” called out over the water. 

     Minho decided that life was only truly lived by the bold and he cracked the door. “Hey Sungie, it's Minho. I wanted to talk to you about something. Can I come in?” He couldn't believe he was doing this. 

     The silence was only broken by the slight heavy breathing coming from the shower as he waited for an answer. “Uh, sure.” Jisung finally said, his voice sounding strained. 

     Yes. He thought to himself as he slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. “You alright in there? You sound breathless.” Minho decided to tease. He knew exactly what he was doing, he wanted to pull back the curtain so bad. 

     He heard Jisung take a deep breath, “Yeah I'm fine. What did you need Hyung?”

     Minho leaned against the sink that was next to the shower, hoping to get a little peek inside. A shaky breath came from behind the curtain. He wondered if he was still touching himself. 

     “So, I had a really good time tonight. That was mostly thanks to you.” Minho said with absolute sincerity. 

     Jisung suddenly chuckled, “I think you're the first person to say that they had fun at a party because of me.”

     Minho hummed, “Well I don't know who you've been talking to, but they are wrong.”

     Minho thought he heard a slight whimper. “Thank you. So is that what you needed to talk to me about?” Jisung said. His voice was getting softer, like he was having a hard time thinking. 

     Smiling, Minho pushed off of the sink and stepped in front of the shower. He reached up and wrapped a hand around the shower rod. He heard Jisung breath hitch, now less than a foot away from him. 

     “No. I was wondering, that is if you wanted to, would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?” Minho just let the words flow. He was either going to say yes or no. He hoped for yes. 

     “I'm sorry? What?” Jisung's voice sounded clearer. 

     “To be honest I really like you, have for a while and thought that you didn't like me because you always got nervous around me. But tonight, God the way you felt when we landed, you felt so good.” Minho said, letting his voice get a little deeper, a little quieter. 

     He leaned in further, “What I wouldn't give to be licking across your body right now, I bet you taste like heaven.” He continued. 

     Jisung had just slipped a couple of fingers past his rim when Minho had knocked and asked to come into the bathroom. He was so turned on, but it would have been suspicious if he had turned him away. Wouldn't it? He had slipped his fingers back out and tried to steady himself against the bathroom wall, his hand still around his cock. God his voice washed over him, making him shiver. Then he asked him to dinner. 

     Confusion settled in for a moment. Then he said he had wanted to lick all over his body. Jisung couldn't stop the groan that came out of him at the thought. He panted for a moment, then looked up at his hand on the shower rod. He was so close, just a thin shower curtain between them. 

     He licked his bottom lip, “What's stopping you?” He asked quietly. 

     Minho suddenly growled, “Don't tease Jagi.”

     Jisung reached up and put his hand over his on the shower rod, “I'm not.” Then he pulled open the curtain. 

     Minho looked sexy in just slacks and the dress shirt from his costume. Jisung slowly moved his hand down Minho's arm as Minho looked over his body. Suddenly Minho stepped into the shower, pushing Jisung into the cool tiled wall. 

     “Were you thinking of me Jagi?” Minho whispered against his lips. 

     Jisung nodded as his hands traveled down Minho's chest and as quickly as he could finished unbuttoning his shirt. The shirt was already soaked, his skin already slick as he flattened his palms on his stomach. “God you feel so good,” he said just as Minho kissed him. 

     It was like a switch was flipped and they were grabbing at each other. Jisung pulled his shirt off and it hit the tub floor with a splat. Minho cupped his ass and pulled him against his body, grinding their cocks together. The slacks wet between them. 

     Jisung broke the kiss and reached for his belt, “Off. Now.” He said through the heavy breaths that were leaving him. 

     Minho chuckled, “Yes sir.” He said and helped get his pants open and down, kicking them to the side. 

     “Fuck your beautiful,” Jisung said as he looked down Minho's body. The tattoos were all along his arms and chest, going down his sides. His hands roamed over his flesh as he devoured him with his eyes. 

     Minho reached up and gently grabbed his chin, “I think I promised to lick your entire body.”

     Jisung could feel his eyes go wide as he nodded, “You did.”

     Minho smirked at him, the smirk that made him melt every time it was turned towards him, before he kissed his chin and slowly started moving down his body. He paid extra attention to his tattoo on his pec as his fingers traced down the tattoo on his ribs until the end mid thigh. He grabbed his thigh and lifted his leg as his tongue passed over his nipple. 

     Jisung's fingers gripped into his hair and shoulder as a shuddery breath came out of him at just the feel of his tongue. He licked up between his pecs and up his throat. A long moan leaving him, then Minho was kissing him again. He whimpered when Minho rolled his hips against his cock, so uncomfortably hard now. 

     Minho's hand traveled down his ass and barely grazed Jisung's rim when he broke the kiss. “I really interrupted, didn't I?”

     Jisung's head tilted back as he slipped a finger into him, “Was worth it.” Jisung whispered as his breath hitched at the slow thrusting of Minho's finger. 

     Minho was again kissing down his body, his tongue collecting the drops of water from the shower as he did. Slowly he knelt in the small shower, he pushed Jisung's leg over his shoulder as he licked up the underside of his cock. A moan ripped out of him and his head tilted back against the wall. 

     Jisung let the feel of his tongue wash over him as he felt another finger start massaging his rim. He relaxed as it worked inside and his breath caught. He needed more, so much more. He reached for his lube and quickly got some on his fingers before shifting slightly to join Minho's hand. 

     Minho looked up at him as he slowly worked two for his own fingers in with Minho's. Jisung watched as his eyes became dark as Jisung breathed thru the stretch, trying to keep his eyes open. He hummed as he licked up his cock again, causing him to roll his hips slightly. 

     “You like a big cock don't you Jagi?” Minho asked as he licked across the tip. 

     Jisung was feeling fuzzy as he nodded. He liked sex a little rough and prayed that Minho didn't mind. Jisung's cock slipped into Minho's hot gorgeous mouth and he sucked, hard. That suck was overwhelming and his body tried to pull back but he forced it to thrust forward, needing the overwhelm. He had been so stressed lately. 

     “Ah, Minho. So g, good.” Jisung managed to get out. Minho suddenly sucked all the way down to the base of his cock, he could feel the tip tap the back of his throat. His eyes rolled back into his head at the pain pleasure combination that rolled through his body, lighting him up like a raging fire. He was perfect. 

     The feel of both their fingers working him open was like the purest heaven Jisung had ever felt. Minho’s slightly spreading to relax him more. The slight squelching sound turning Jisung on even more. He liked it wet and messy. He liked the feeling of being completely dripping wet after, that's why all his didldos had a cum tube built into them. He had never actually had a partner, all of these things he learned over the years by trial and error. Minho knew he was a virgin, technically, and thankfully he didn't seem turned off by it. 

     Jisung looked down and he was enthralled by the way his cock slowly pushed into Minho’s plush lips. Minho suddenly looked up as he slowly sucked harshly off his cock. His hand went around his length, tighter than he would have needed, but making him moan even more, the pressure making him squirm. 

      While watching him, Minho licked at the tip, his tongue slightly wrapping around it. Jisung licked at his top lip as he panted from the pressure, the tip turning slightly purple. “You like a little pain don't you Jagi?” Minho asked as his hand slowly moved up, his head popping into his fist painfully. 

     Jisung moved back towards the wall as that pop rattled around through his body. He nodded as his fingers dug into Minho's shoulder, “Y, yes.”

     Minho roughly shoved a third finger past his rim and Jisung bucked at having five fingers in him. Cried out as Minho quickly spread his fingers, opening him more. His head tilted back slightly as he tried to get his breathing under control, but it was so much. 

     “Have you ever been spanked Jagi?” Minho asked as his fist went down his cock again, that beautiful pleasure pain flooding his system. He shook his head. 

     Minho hummed as his cock head popped again into his fist. Jisung whimpered. “Not today, but a promise for the future. I think you'll really like it. But right now I need to fuck you within an inch of your life.” Minho's voice held the promise of pleasure and pain and comfort, all the things that Jisung had been missing for so long. 

     “Fuck, please.” Jisung managed to get out as Minho’s hand slowly moved from around his cock. Jisung almost slumped but his leg over Minho’s shoulder prevented it. His hand traveled down over his balls and he gently squeezed. 

     Jisung whimpered at that, he had never thought to try that before. His fingers touched and played with each testie, causing a strange pressure to build. Minho's fingers gave one last stretch before he withdrew them and forced Jisung's fingers to follow. He whined at the empty feeling he now had. 

     Minho mocked his whine, “Oh poor thing, just wants to be filled. I've got you Jagi, you're never going to be able to think of anyone else's cock after I get through with you.”

     Jisung started to shake as Minho kissed up his inner thigh as he continued to play roughly with his balls. “Pro, promise?” He said. 

     Minho chuckled against his thigh, “That's more than a promise, that's a fact.”

     Minho wondered what he did in a past life to deserve the perfect man shaking against him. If he thought he was in love before, he was absolutely fucking sure of it now. They were compatible in every possible way down to their sexual likes. Pleasure and pain. He liked to dish out pain and Jisung seemed to like to take it. He smiled as he bit harshly into Jisung's lean thigh. He moaned loudly, making Minho's eyes roll back into his head. The sounds he made were going to haunt him forever. 

     He couldn't wait any longer, his cock was getting uncomfortably hard and he knew if he wasn't fucking Jisung into the wall in the next minute he was going to die. Probably. He let Jisung's leg slip off his shoulder, holding him until he knew he wasn't going to crumble and stood, licking a long strip up his stomach and chest. He arched into his tongue. God he was beautiful. 

     Minho kissed him harshly and Jisung gave back with everything he had. Their cocks rubbing painfully together as Jisung was taken into over stimulation. His breaths were pants against his face through his nose, his whimpers at not being touched addictive. 

     He pulled back from the kiss, “Condom?” He asked against Jisung's swollen red lips. 

     Jisung continued to thrust against his cock, “Fuck no, I want to feel your cum drip out of me after.” He said with more confidence than he was expecting for how worked up he was. 

     Minho groaned before roughly turning him in his arms. His body slammed against the tiled wall and his back arched beautifully as he ground his ass against his cock. “What are you, some kind of cum slut?” He asked against his ear before meanly nipping at his earlobe. 

     Jisung hissed, “Only one way to find out.”

     Minho loved how his voice sounded. Overwhelmed and needy and husky. He knew exactly what he wanted and Minho was going to give it to him. He reached for the lube and covered his cock, before adding a little more to Jisung's rim, his fingers slipping in slightly. He was past ready. He was still bigger than five fingers, but he had the feeling Jisung wasn't going to mind. 

     Without any warning Minho lined up his cock and pushed past his rim, not stopping until he was buried to the Hilt inside Jisung. “Fuck” Jisung cried out as his back arched to take all of him. 

     His rim squeezed around the base of his cock as he got used to his size. It was Minho's turn to pant, he felt so good. “This isn't going to last Jagi, but I'll make it up to you after. You are so fucking tight. Maybe I'll splay you out on your bed and eat you out while my cum drips out of you.” 

     Jisung pushed his ass back against him, “Oh fuck. An, anything you w, want. Pl, please just f, fuck me.”

     Minho decided to tease just a little and held his hips as he slowly pulled his cock out, just until the head caught. Jisung seemed to still, his back arching more, his fingers digging into the wall, his breathing coming fast. “You have a filthier mouth than I thought you would.” He said quietly before thrusting harshly into him. 

     Jisung pushed back against his cock and his moan came out as a strangled cry then a whimper as Minho waited. His eyes were almost closed and his mouth was open as he panted. He was the most beautiful man he had ever seen and he was all his now. 

      Minho was just torturing himself as he continued the slow thrusts, but the whimpers that were coming from Jisung were just too perfect, too addictive. But soon Jisung seemed to start pushing harder against him, his whimpers turned to whines. He came flush with his back, Jisung sighing at the feel of his chest against his back. “Impatient Jagi?”

     Jisung shook his head, “W, wanna feel your c, cum inside me.” He answered, his voice a whisper in the bathroom. 

     Minho groaned as he pulled back and shifted Jisung's position. His back arched more, his chest now against the wall too. It was so surreal to have him like this, his fantasies turned to life. He was afraid he would wake up in his own bed, alone. He ran his hands up his back from his hips, Jisung arching even more as he did, until his hands hooked around his shoulders. Then he gave Jisung exactly what he wanted and started thrusting as fast and as hard as he could. Jisung moaned loudly and just continued to do so, his voice becoming rough as he just let Minho's cock pound into him. 

     Jisung suddenly pushed up into his elbows against the wall. His moan going higher pitched as his head tilted back. Minho suddenly fisted his hair in his hand, pulling roughly. Jisung hissed, “Fuck yes.” He cried out as Minho pushed him flush to the wall, putting all of his weight against him. He was so close to Cumming it was painful. 

     “Like that Jagi? Hmmm?” Minho panted out into his ear. 

     Jisung nodded against his fist, his tongue peeking out to lick his lip. That pink little tongue coming out sent Minho over the edge. Jisung reached back and held onto his hip, his fingers digging in painfuly. “Don't worry, not, fuck, going anywhere.” Minho managed to say in his ear. 

     Jisung knew he was squirming between Minho and the wall, the little spurts driving him insane from inside. He was still so turned on, but now there was a peace about him too. He got exactly what he had wanted for the last five months. Minho's cum filling him up like a toy. Minho's moan swathed him in warmth as he stayed close to his ear. It was so fucking good, the best. 

     “Clench up Jagi, don't want any slipping out.” Minho said as he slowly pulled out. Minho gasped as he clenched his rim around his cock, wanting nothing more than his cum to stay in him forever. 

     They were both panting as Minho's hand released his hair before gently massaging his scalp. Jisung felt himself melt into the feel of his fingertips. He shifted slightly away from his back and the bathroom was plunged into quiet as the water was shut off. The only sound now was Jisung's heavy pants and gentle whimpers. His cock was trapped between him and the wall, he slowly thrust against it, trying to relieve some of the pressure. 

     Minho gently pulled him away from the wall and turned him. A towel slowly going down his body. “Is it painful Jagi?”

     Jisung nodded, “Yes.” A towel covered hand went around his cock and he groaned, his head lulling to the side against the wall. 

     “Let me take care of you Jagi.” Minho said, suddenly his breath against his lips. 

     Jisung opened his eyes and never thought he would see what he saw in Minho's eyes. He looked at him with a softness that he had never experienced before, it made him warm, his chest growing tight at the feeling. He bridged the gap and kissed him. It was less frenzied now, slow, wet, tongues drawing moans from each other. Jisung allowed his hands to trail down his back and up into his wet hair as they pressed against each other. He was so warm, he wanted to wrap around him and never let go. 

     But the kiss did end and Minho pulled back, “Let me take care of you yeah?” He whispered against his lips as his hand trailed down his ass and he slipped a couple fingers inside of him. His breath hitched as he melted further into Minho's arms, his brain going fuzzy, seeming to shut off. 

     “Yes.” He hazily said as his head tipped back. He felt a gentle kiss on his chin that made him smile slightly. Big bad Minho, fucking sex God, and gentle lover. He was all those things, he was everything that Jisung had hoped he'd be. 

     He was brought back to reality as the weight of Minho against him was taken away. His fingers slipped out of him. He was empty again. He whined as he looked at him. Minho was smirking that beautiful smirk of his as he stepped out of the shower stall. He took Jisung's hand and slightly tugged, which got him moving. He dried his back slightly as he pulled him into his warm room and over to his bed. 

     “On your knees, chest to the bed. Get that beautiful ass as high as you can get it Jagi.” Minho said. 

     Jisung felt that fuzzy feeling come back at his direct command. Minho knew exactly what he wanted. Hell, he knew exactly what Jisung wanted. He did as he asked and slid down on top of his comforter, which he secretly hoped was wrecked in the next couple of minutes. 

     “Spread your legs a little more.” Minho whispered to him. 

     Jisung slid his knees wider and Minho groaned. He smiled to himself at that. He felt his hands come down on his ass cheeks, massaging as his thumbs passed over his rim. His breath hitched as the bed dipped behind him, the anticipation was killing him. Then he felt Minho's hot, wet tongue lap over his rim as his hands spread him wider, his fingers digging in for purchase. 

     It was slow. It was precise the way his tongue barely hooked his rim as he lapped at him. Little soft sighs were leaving him as he slowly moved his hips to match his tongue. Then he pulled back and felt a harsh slap on his ass, “Stay still Jagi.”

     Jisung cried out at the slap, then it settled into a warmth that spread to his cock and he groaned. Minho chuckled before going back to his gentle teasing. It was maddening trying to stay still, but he did, and he was rewarded with Minho pushing his tongue past his rim. He pushed back against his face as he went deeper and slowly fucked him with his tongue. His fingers gripped into the comforter under him as he tried to not touch himself, but his cock felt heavy and hot. 

     “Please.” Jisung managed to gasp out. 

     Minho tongue came away from him and Jisung whined. “Please what Jagi?”

     Jisung panted for a few moments, trying to clear his head. He felt the bed shift behind him as he felt Minho's cock against his rim again. Suddenly he felt a manic want fall over him. “Fuck please. I I need your cock. N, need to cum.” He rushed out, his voice sounded desperate even to himself. 

     “Oh poor Jagi, all empty and needy.” Minho mocked and Jisung found himself nodding. Completely unashamed of his need. 

     “Yes, yes. Fuck please.” He gasped out. 

     Minho chuckled as his cock barely slipped in and Jisung tried to push back but Minho's hands were still holding him steady. “Ah ah Jagi.”

     Minho teased by slowly thrusting into his rim, not letting the head of his cock fully enter him. Jisung could feel the anxious energy start to rise in him, mixing with the desire and the want and the need. His breathing was coming fast as his fingers dug harder into the comforter. Then he felt Minho's hands slowly moving up and down his back. 

     “Who do you belong to Jagi?” Minho's voice has softened, become reverent as he asked. 

     That awe, that reverence calmed him slightly, wormed its way into his heart. “Y, you. Only you.”

     Minho hummed before pushing into him. Jisung sighed as he was filled slowly, the stretch welcome, the sensation exactly what he wanted. As he bottomed out he stilled, his hands continuing their little trail up and down his back. His hips swirled and Jisung followed as he hummed in pleasure. He was where he had wanted him for the last 5 months, it was better than he had imagined. 

      Once his hands traced back to his hips, Minho's fingers dug in, holding him steady as he pulled out before roughly thrusting in again. Jisung moaned as his fingers twisted into the comforter below him. 

      “You're perfect Jagi.” Minho whispered before pulling out all the way. 

      The frenzy from earlier was almost gone, but Jisung felt hot and tight everywhere. Minho slowly guided him into his back, his legs wide as Minho came up between them and slipped into him again. His thrusts were short until he hit his prostate. Jisung's whole body reacted, his breath punching out of him in a pleasured gasp. 

      “There it is,” Minho said with quiet satisfaction as he kept up the short thrusts, not moving from that spot. Hitting it over and over again. 

     Jisung couldn't even moan, they all came out as gasps as he writhed under Minho. His hands digging into his forearm and side as that coil wound tighter and tighter. Minho leaned forward on to his hand, shifting slightly inside him, the head of his cock now not just hitting, but rubbing against his prostate. Jisung's legs wrapped around his waist as the thrusts became harder, more impactful. 

      “I need you to cum for me Jagi,” Minho whispered into the room. 

     Jisung let his voice wash over him and he opened his eyes, not knowing when they closed. The visual of Minho above him, his hair sticking to his forehead, his bottom lip between his teeth, the way his body pushed against his, little rolls that just added to the pleasure of being thoroughly wrecked did it. All that visual input along with the assault of pleasure on his body had him careening over that cliff and he was cumming. Cumming harder than he ever had from masturbating. 

     The way Jisung's rim tightened around Minho's cock had him cumming as well. But he refused to let his eyes close or to look away as he watched Jisung cum. It was probably the most beautiful thing he had ever seen or heard. His voice cracked and was horse. His body arched against his, his legs shook as they pulled him as close to his body as he could. The fingers around his forearm clenched, he was sure he was going to have bruises. He smiled at that prospect. Liked the idea of Jisung leaving his mark on his body. 

     His moans, though horse, were sweet as they slowly softened becoming no more than sighs and hums. His hand went over his heart as if he was willing it to calm in his chest. The way he was staring at him, his large Boba eyes, now just soft slits as he sank into the aftermath of truly phenomenal sex. 

     Jisung gently smiled up at him, “If I thought it was going to be like that I would have tried to get over my nerves sooner.” He softly said. 

     That made Minho laugh, “You and me both. I've been skirting around asking you out since you got off the plane.”

     Jisung's smile got bigger, forming that beautiful heart that it did with his lips, “Yeah?”

     Minho nodded, “Yeah.” He answered back before leaning down and kissing him. 

     His cock slipped out and he was able to move to Jisung's side, pulling him with him. His legs were still slightly shaking from the experience and Minho slowly massaged his limbs to help calm them. Slowly he melted into his chest, becoming even more pliant than before. The kiss broke and Minho leaned their foreheads together, “Let's get you cleaned up yeah?”

     Jisung nodded as his finger just lazily played with Minho's nipple. He smiled as he thought he could get used to the habit. If it came to Jisung he knew he would be able to get used to a lot of things. Quickly he got up and went back into the bathroom and got a warm washcloth ready and came back. Jisung was sprawled out on top of his comforter, his eyes closed and a satisfied smile on his lips. 

     Minho took a moment to admire him, his muscular chest, his tiny by comparison waist, the tattoos on his chest and on his side. He was beautiful, he was perfect, and he was all his now. He came forward and as soon as he knelt up on the bed, Jisung's eyes slipped open. He watched as he cleaned up the cum from his stomach and cock. His body tensing just slightly. Minho shushed him gently. Then he took his leg and pulled it up so he could clean his rim. 

     He was gentle but still there was a slight hiss that left Jisung. He grimaced slightly, “Sorry about that.”

     Jisung chuckled, “Don't you dare fucking apologize for that. If you couldn't tell, a little pain doesn't bother me.”

     Minho smiled, “If that was your first time how did you know that?”

     Minho was fascinated as he watched Jisung blush, “Well, uh, I masterbate a lot. Like basically all the time.”

     Of course he did, Minho couldn't help thinking. “You'll have to show me how you do it one day.” He said as he tossed the washcloth to the floor. 

     Minho smiled as he watched Jisung's cock twitch. “Not tonight. You're insatiable aren't you?” He asked as he laid down next to Jisung, again pulling him against his body. 

     Jisung snuggled up against him, their legs tangling together, as he sighed. “A little bit, but I guess if you fuck me just right I might not be.”

     Minho didn't miss the challenge and the happy lilt to his voice. His arms tightened around Jisung as he nuzzled into his hair before relaxing. His fingers just traced across his back and they slowly slipped into blissful sleep. 

Chapter Text

     Han pulled up the private message from the winner of his stream lottery and sighed. His follower could ask for anything, and what he was asking for was tame in comparison to what he's done on his streams before. His followers knew his one rule, no Alphas. He was saving his first real knot for the right Alpha. But having a 69 with another Omega was definitely in the realm of possibility, he just had to find an Omega. 

     He wished he could ask his room mate Felix, he used to be a Camboy too, but Han was hesitant, for a few reasons. Once he got his nursing degree and got a real job he had stepped back, and he was really proud of his friend. He broke the mold of what an Omega should be. Both he and Han had. Han had been set to be mated at 18 and ran away from home because he knew the Alpha and he wasn't a good man. Fuck that. They both turned to streaming having sex with each other for income and Han had made a pretty good name for himself and Felix had gone to college. Even had a few boyfriends. But none of them stuck. But he also currently had a jealous boyfriend. 

     Han had been mostly single, only ever having actual sex with Felix and his vast collection of sex toys that he had. But Han didn't regret it. He knew there was his Alpha out there for him somewhere and he would find him some day. Until then he had Leeknow98 on their streaming site, the only Alpha he followed. He got what he needed from him, when he needed it. 

     Suddenly the front door slammed. “That self entitled, cocky son of a bitch!” He heard Felix say from the living room. 

     Han stood and rushed into the living room. He was hit by the sweet smell of sex surrounding his friend with an underlying scent of burnt chai. The sick scent of his Alpha Je-un clinging to him like rotten earth. He hated how Je-un smelled. “What's wrong? What happened?”

     Felix had tears in his eyes, but he didn't look sad, he looked pissed. “That asshole Je-un is what happened. He used me as a cum dump and then broke up with me after he knotted me. Too bad I didn't break his dick off with how fast I got off of him.”

     Han blinked at his friend, “I'm sorry, he did what?” Han knew and understood what he had said. He was just shocked. It amazed him how awful most Alphas were. Of course there were some he knew that weren't like that, like Chris but he was like a big brother to them both. 

     Felix threw his bag down next to the door as he kicked off his shoes, “Yeah. Oh and he decided to edge me and I didn't cum. So he left me blue balled as well. Fuck Alphas. That's it I'm taking a page out of your book. No more Alphas until I find the right one, it's just you and me from now on.”

     Han chuckled, “You know you don't mean that. You like the real thing too much to deny yourself. But I might be able to help you out if you shower. I'm not touching you with that Alphas stank all over you.”

     Felix tilted his head, “You need to record don't you.” It wasn't a question. 

     “Of course I do, but I would still offer if I didn't. We don't even have to record it.” Han said as he leaned up against the wall. He meant it too. If Felix just wanted to fuck to cum he would do that for him. He trusted Felix completely that way, and Felix trusted him. 

     Felix smiled that sexy smile of his when he was horny, a look Han knew all too well. “What do you have to record?”

     Han chuckled, “Oh just a little Omega on Omega 69 action. Nothing big.”

     Felix whined. Han felt for his friend, no one should be edged and then left hanging like that. That was just rude. “I'm gonna shower, you set up.” And off Felix went, quickly, to the bathroom. 

     Han went to his room and striped his bed before getting out the sheets and comforter he used for his streams and videos. Blood red satin, they always made him feel sexy and he had a feeling that Felix was not letting the real hurt show that he was feeling. So he was going to make it special, besides his blonde hair against the red always looked beautiful. 

     He turned on the five cameras that were in various spots around the room and hit record before sitting on the edge of his bed. He leaned back on his elbows and waited. There was an anticipation running through him in the quiet of his room. Because of Je-un, he and Felix hadn't even kissed the three months they were together. Je-un wanted complete devotion from Felix, but something told Han that he didn't give that complete devotion back. And Felix deserved that kind of devotion. He was smart, kind, sexy. Everything that an Alpha could ever want in an Omega, but they kept treating him like shit. 

     Han had been understanding when Felix had explained to him that Je-un wanted to be exclusive. It had been fine as Han was still healing from his stint in the hospital after his stalker cornered him. But because Felix was exclusive, that meant Han hadn't had sex for three months. Felix had been his only partner, except for the one time he tried to date that Alpha he gave a blow job to, but that was last year. 

     The shower turned off and Han adjusted the lights in the room, Felix loved a little mood lighting, and moved into the center of the bed. He had his own anticipation that was running just under his skin at just the thought of being touched by another again. He and Felix had always been touchy growing up, so it made sense that they were each other's firsts. First kiss, first hand job, first blow job first fuck. If you could do it sexually they had done it. And yet they were able to remain friends, knowing that it was a biological urge that needed to be fulfilled until they each found love one day. 

     The door to his room opened and Han looked over. Felix was in just a towel with the sun shining behind him, he always looked angelic like this. “Nice touch with the magenta lighting, goes good with the red.” Felix said as he slipped in and closed the door behind him. 

     Han just smiled at him, “Thought you would approve.”

     Felix ran his hand over his already hard cock through the towel. “I've missed you Hannie. You always know how to make me feel good. Come here Baby.”

     Han shivered before he scoot to the edge of the bed as Felix stepped between his legs. He looked up at his best friend and he already looked so desperate, being edged will do that to a person. Especially if they were denied. He leaned forward and licked slowly up his stomach as he reached for the towel. His fingers barely brushed his skin as he loosened it from his waist, letting it fall to the floor. His cock fell forward against the base of his throat and Han groaned as his hands moved up his sides. 

     “I've always loved the feel of your skin under my palms, so smooth.” He whispered into his stomach. 

     Felix's stomach jumped at the feel of his breath and the trace of his tongue. Felix whimpered softly and Han felt himself start to get hard. Being this close was rough because after the shower his phermoanes were still going insane, practically screaming fuck me. His chai scent had taken on an almost thick caramel under tone and Han wanted to drown in it. He had been feeling a little touch starved lately. And as if Felix heard his thoughts his hand skimmed over his shoulder, his fingers digging into his skin. 

     Han softly groaned. He had missed being touched by someone else and in the last three months he had found that masturbation only got you so far. He sucked on the skin above Felix's hip bone making him squirm and when he pulled back he smiled at the dark red mark that was left behind. His own way of marking his best friend. He gently kissed the little mark as he glanced up. 

     Felix looked like he could devour Han whole already and it made him shiver. He knew Felix could be aggressive during sex and Han personally loved it. He smiled sweetly as his hand trailed down his stomach. Felix's face took on a pained look until his hand wrapped around his cock. Felix moaned as his fingers gripped into his shoulder harder. He watched him as he stroked his cock a few times, his head tilted back as his eyes slipped shut. He was always so beautiful like this. 

      Han leaned in and licked over the slit of Felix's cock, a puff of air left him as his whole body shuttered in front of him. Han smiled as he licked up the underside, a long drawn out moan hitting his ears for his effort. Felix was so sensitive, poor thing. Slowly he left open mouthed kisses and licks along his shaft as his hands moved to his hips, keeping him steady. Felix whimpered above him, making Han look up. Han could see the tears forming in his eyes and he gently shushed him. “Don't worry Baby, I got you.” He softly said, hoping the microphone didn't pick it up. This was more for Felix than for the Alpha that requested it. 

     Not wanting to torture Felix any more he kissed back up his cock until the head slipped past his lips. The weight of his cock on Han’s tongue made him groan as he took him deeper into his mouth before he sealed his lips around him and gently sucked. Fuck he had missed this. Slowly he sucked up Felix's cock to the tip as Felix's other fingers carded through his hair as he puffed out his breaths, like he was overwhelmed by the feeling. The fingers tightened in his hair as he slowly went back down. He relaxed his throat and he took as much of Felix's cock as he could until he felt him bump the back of his throat. Felix moaned loudly before his hips rolled making him go deeper. 

     Han skimmed his hands down to the back of Felix's thighs, letting him know in a way only they knew that he could fuck his mouth if he wanted to. But it seemed like Felix had other ideas as the fingers gripped his hair and pulled him off of his cock. He was panting as Han looked up. Felix's eyes were dark as he smirked down at him, “Open your mouth Pretty.”

      Han did and stuck out his tongue as Felix grabbed the base of his cock before tapping it harshly against his tongue. The slap loud in the room. “I'm going to fuck your mouth so good here in a minute.” He said before he roughly shoved his cock back into his mouth. Han moaned as Felix pushed him down fully on his cock. He got air before his airway was blocked as Felix ground against his face. Han kept his suction up and Felix groaned as he held him in place. 

     Han squirmed as he slicked, he loved it when Felix got like this. Han could never be mistaken as a top and generally liked to be pampered and directed, but sometimes you wanted to be wrecked. Three months was too long and he wanted to be wrecked. He tapped the back of Felix's thigh as his lungs started to protest. Felix pulled his hair making him look up at him, letting him get air before he shoved his cock back in. Han hoped his throat was bruised by the end of this. 

      “Fuck I've missed your smell,” Felix gasped out as he ground against his mouth, the crisp hair tickling his nose. Han whined as his hands went higher and spread his ass cheeks. He felt Felix grind harder before harshly pulling his hair as he came out of his mouth. 

     “Take off your sweats and get up on the bed.” Felix said as he stepped back. 

     Han, almost forgetting they were recording, stood and stepped out of his sweats before getting back up into the center of the bed. He watched as Felix went around the bed to his toy chest and rummaged around for a minute before he found what he was looking for and closed the lid. His own sweet cinnamon scent was mixing with Felix's chai scent that turned caramel, making the room smell like a perfect chai latte. Han squirmed as Felix came back to the bed and knelt next to his head. 

     “I've missed your mouth Baby. Are you gonna be good and let me fuck it?” Felix said as he licked over Han's lips. It was a little weird, but still hot for being upside down. 

     Han panted out a breath, “Please Lixie.” He breathily said. Felix leaned up smiling down on him before he kissed him. 

     Felix broke the awkward kiss by sucking on his tongue before he started to move down his body. It was incredibly hot being met with chest and stomach as Felix kissed down his body. His hand trailed burning paths in his skin as he tweaked over his nipples and clawed gently into his thighs, his tongue burning a path lower. Han leaned up and kissed and licked over Felix's body as well, his hands gripping into his lithe body as he was slowly surrounded in his scent. 

     Finally his cock was in front of him and he licked down the shaft. Felix panted, “Spread your legs for me Hannie.” He said as his thighs rested besides his head. 

      Han did as he was told and the moment he felt his fingers trace across his rim he nipped into Felix's thigh before sealing his lips around the flesh. Felix whimpered as he marked him as he slowly played with his rim. “Fuck your wet Baby.” Felix said as Han moved to a new spot. Han wanted his thighs to look like a leopard. 

     Felix grabbed his thigh and pulled it up his body as he felt something cool replace his fingers. The teasing continued as he left mark after mark against Felix's creamy skin. His hands traveled to Felix's ass as his own rim was stretched slowly. His body was rolling against the sensation, wanting to be filled as more slick poured from his body. Then the plug that Felix was working in slipped into place. Han moaned loudly as he pushed two fingers past Felix's own dripping rim. Felix pushed back against his hand, “Fuck Hannie,” he panted out, as his fingers dug into his thigh. 

     Han couldn't stop the way his hips rolled, he wanted to be touched so bad. He unlatched from Felix's thigh and licked over his cock. His hand fell away from his thigh and trailed up to wrap around his aching cock. Han groaned as he licked over the tip of Felix's cock. Felix thrust slightly and he slipped between Han's lips. Puffs of air left his lungs as he shifted, getting into a better position. Han moaned as he slowly rolled his body, his cock thrusting further into his mouth. 

     Moaning Han shifted his fingers inside Felix and he jolted. “Hannie, fuck. Y you feel so good.” Then he felt the gentlest lick across his own cock. A whimper left him as he tilted his head back a little as Felix's cock went deeper into his mouth. 

     Felix seemed to be getting impatient and suddenly his lips were sealed around Han's cock, sucking harshly. Han gasped around the cock in his mouth as Felix took over the thrusts. His cock kept hitting the back of his throat as Han rubbed at his prostate in time to the taps. 

     Felix was already a mess above him and the sucks against Han's cock reflected that. Good thing Han liked it messy. Han planted his feet on the bed and started thrusting up into Felix's mouth, allowing him to just focus on his own pleasure. His other hand didn't stop moving, caressing as much of Felix's sensitive skin as he could, he deserved it. 

     Their moans were getting louder in the space they had created. Felix's thrusts were getting harsher, deeper into Han's mouth. He could feel him almost slip down his throat, Han wouldn't stop him if he did. He loved to deep throat, and took pride in his ability to do so. Felix's hand suddenly grabbed onto his side as he thrust particularly deep, his cock grinding into his throat cutting off his air. He would moan if he could. His sucks on Han's cock became more desperate and Han held back from cumming.

     Without warning Han pushed a third finger past his rim and a high pitched whine filled the room before, with more force than he probably meant to, Felix pushed as deep into Han's mouth as he could. His throat was filled with his hot cum as he continued to grind his release out against Han's face. Han wrapped his arm around his waist to hold him in place. His sweet whine turned to cum worthy moans as he gave harsher sucks to Han's cock, he couldn't back any more and he tipped over. 

     Felix slowed his sucks as he slowly relaxed, his cock slipping out of Han's throat as Han was flooded with his own orgasm. He let it wash over him as he moaned against Felix's cock. 

     Had it been hurried? Yes. Had it been about Felix? Yes. Will the Alpha think he got less than what he asked for? Maybe. In that moment with Felix relaxed over his body, gently sucking his soft cock, Han doing the same to Felix, did he care? Not really. This care was what he missed the most. 

     Felix shifted and his cock popped out of Han's mouth and laid next to him. Han whined and Felix chuckled. “Come here Baby.” He said with his arms spread. 

     Han turned around and cuddled up against Felix's side. Han had always been a cuddler after sex, he always felt insecure for some reason, probably his family's doing. He just never took the effort to find out why. They lay in each other's arms, their hands gently teasing each other, soothing each other. 

     “From now on we come as a package deal. If an Alpha can't handle that they don't deserve us. Deal?” Felix said in the quiet of the room. 

     Han smiled at his friend. Shitty Alphas will make Omegas go after what they want and if that's to find comfort in their friends then so be it. “Deal.” Han said back. 

Chapter Text

     Lee Know looked over the lot that held all of the cars that would race for the Halloween Howl. Looking at the quote, unquote, competition he was certain that the combined forces of his team and his best friends team would dominate the race. But that was because Bang Chan had a secret weapon. A cute, humble, bundle of nerves secret weapon. Han. He was the best mechanic that he had ever seen and had all of their cars working and in tip top shape. His car hadn't run this well in years. 

     It had only taken one meeting with the man for Lee Know to take Chan up on his offer to combine their teams. And they all worked really well together. His mechanic Innie was in awe of Han and his knowledge of engines and anything that could possibly be done with them. But that wasn't why he joined. He joined to get to know Han, he was just his type and Han always got kind of shy around him, which usually meant they were attracted as well. Right? 

     Bang Chan thought it was hilarious how they acted around each other, he said it was like watching two people trying to dance and failing miserably. Lee Know couldn't help but laugh at the analogy because that was exactly what it was like. It didn't help that Han didn't go anywhere without his best friend Felix. But tonight would be different. Felix had a date after the races. Of course, the whole group was going, but Felix and Hyunjin were going to go off by themselves. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity to get the squirrelly mechanic alone. 

     Han of course had asked a million questions once the races were over, and of course they won. He wanted a full debriefing of the cars performances, thankfully Bang Chan had stepped in and got the excitable man to stay still. “Han. We can do all of that tomorrow, tonight we celebrate!”

     Lee Know hated the look of disappointment on Han's face, but Chan was right. They needed a little down time to allow the adrenaline to settle. Felix grabbed Han and they went into the team tent to get Han changed. There was a local Halloween festival going on nearby they had decided they were going to go to. 

     About 10 minutes later Felix came out with a huge grin in his face and waited by the tent flap. He crossed his arms over his chest, “Come on Ji, I have a date that I do not want to be late for it!”

     Lee Know heard a steadying sigh come from behind the flap before it slowly pulled back. Lee Know felt like he had been slapped, fuck is that what Han had been hiding under the mechanic coveralls? The man was in skinny jeans that molded against long skim legs and an ass that looked perfect and round, a sleeveless crop top that showed a good portion of softly muscled abs, a peek of a tattoo going down his side. God and his tanned skin was everywhere, that was his natural fucking tone? Even though he was toned and muscular his chest broad and pecs that would be perfect for biting, his waist was fucking tiny. Who reached into his brain and pulled out every fantasy he ever had and built him the perfect man? 

     Personality wise he was perfect too. Lee Know noticed that whenever Han didn't know he was around he was loud, bratty, unapologetic. Just how he liked them. Lee Know didn't stop the smile that crept over his face, now he just had to make sure they drove together. But apparently he didn't have to come up with a plan as Felix was pulling Han behind him towards Lee Know. Han's big ass boba eyes were on full display as he looked at his best friend. 

     “Hyung,” Felix called out to him. “Hyung, everyone else paired off already, but Han forgot to ask. Can he ride with you tonight?” The sound in Felix's voice sounded like Han hadn't forgotten to ask, he hadn't known he needed to. 

     Lee Know was leaning against the hood of his car with his arms crossed, but as they came over he relaxed against his hands behind him. He watched Han as he did it, he didn't miss the way Han's eyes trailed down his body. 

     He smiled when the men stopped in front of him, Felix pulling Han out from behind him. “Sure, I don't mind him getting a ride.” Lee Know said as his tongue played with his eye tooth. 

     Han glanced up at him and saw the action, his face turning slightly pink. Hopefully he stayed that way all night. He and Han were technically the only ones single. Everyone else on the two teams had paired off together and were dating in some capacity. Hell, he and Chan didn't realize that it was going to become a bit of a meet cute for both their teams. They were all pairing off to do their own thing for the night, well except for Han and himself. Lee Know smiled wider, now the squirrelly mechanic didn't have any excuse to avoid him.

     And Lee Know didn't think he avoided him because he didn't like him, he avoided him because he was socially awkward, but little did Han know, so was he. He hated talking to people he didn't know it always felt like a strain, and Lee Know already knew he was a little weird, he didn't need strangers confirming it. But the few conversations he had had with Han over the last couple of months, when he had hung out while he was under one of the cars, had been memorable and worthwhile. They were great and the conversation flowed easily. Now he just had to get him to loosen up when he could see him. 

     Why was Felix doing this to him? Yes he'd been single longer than he had been in his last relationship. Yes, he found Lee Know extremely attractive, everything he had ever wanted in a man in fact. But why was Felix forcing them together when Lee Know seemed so unbothered when he was around. Han knew he had a strong personality and a hard time shutting up most of the time, but Lee Know seemed to not care, like at all. Then he said he could ride with him, but it was the way he had said it, it was in that weird cryptic way that made Han think he was flirting, but was never sure if he was or not. Lee Know was a strange man. Gruff and cold seeming to people he didn't know, but with everyone else he was softer in a lot of ways. He silently cared for people behind the scenes and being a mechanic and not really noticed unless he was inside or under a car, Han had noticed. 

     So here he was, in the passenger seat of Lee Know's car, sitting next to every wet dream he had ever had, trying not to fidget too much. Han had always been naturally anxious something his family tried to stamp out, and of course failed. When he found mechanics he stilled for the first time, of course his family had hated the idea of him having such a lowly job, so he left and hadn't seen them in two years. He missed them a bit, but his life was so much fuller now. He had friends, he had a well paying job, he shared an apartment with Felix. He had almost everything he wanted, now he just wanted a boyfriend. Which was hard for him. Most men found him to be too much. 

     “Hey you alright?” Lee Know suddenly asked from next to him. 

     Han scowled, “Yeah I'm fine, why?” He asked. He was confused as to why he would think he wasn't ok, until his hand came down on his thigh. His leg had been bouncing and he hadn't realized it. But as soon as Lee Know smoothed his hand over his thigh it was like a switch flipped and it stopped. 

     Han felt the blush he had on his face since getting in the car flare. “Ah. Sorry, nervous tick.”

     Lee Know smiled, “Do I make you nervous?”

     “I didn't mean it like that,” Han squeaked out. Because yes, yes he did make him nervous. He was fucking perfect. 

     Lee Know laughed, his slightly unhinged laugh that Han loved so much, “I'm just teasing you Hannie.”

     Han smiled before looking out the window. Of course he was teasing him. Lee Know teased everyone, it was almost like his love language. Slowly the festival lights were in the distance and Han started mentally preparing himself for the night. He would either be spending it alone or with Lee Know. He was afraid to hope that he spent it with Lee Know. 

     Lee Know stuck to Han like glue once they all arrived at the festival and everyone else went off on their dates. Lee Know had asked what he wanted to do first and Han had looked at him like he had two heads, but started walking towards the games area. Lee Know didn't let Han pay for any game he wanted to play and it confused him a little. It was almost like he was treating this like a date. He even played one game three times because he was trying to win this cute green and pink fluffy looking alien monster stuffie that was at least 3 feet tall. He pouted when he missed. Lee Know took off his jacket and handed it to Han before he played, and on the first try the stuffie was in Han's arms. 

     They went to get food next and they shared all the junk. Funnel cake, deep fried candies, corn dogs, the works. They were getting to the rides when Lee Know took his hand, Han looked over at him and he wasn't even looking at him. But it felt like the most natural thing in the world. He smiled into the pink and green fluff on top of the stuffies head. 

     “Hey how about I take your stuffie back to the car and we ride a few rides?” Lee Know said as he looked at him. 

     Han was mesmerized by the way his eyes sparkled in the bright lights of the festival. He just nodded and said, “Yeah.”

     Lee Know smiled and took the stuffie, “Wait for me, don't go wandering off.” He said before he jogged back towards the parking lot. 

      Han hadn't had this much fun in years with someone who wasn't Felix. They just seemed to fit so naturally together, but then again he could just be imagining it. A few minutes later Lee Know came walking back. Han took a moment to admire him, something he did a lot when he thought he wasn't looking. He was wearing slightly loose military styled pants tucked into his combat boots with a tight fitting black tank top under his leather jacket. God he was so pretty with his cat like eyes, straight nose, perfect fucking lips, and a smile that made his eyes crinkle cutely when he did it. Like he was doing now. 

     As soon as they were in each other's orbit their hands came together, no prompting from the other. “How about the haunted house? I heard the first part you walk through and the last part is by car.” Lee Know said close to his ear. A lot closer than he had ever gotten to him. Han nodded while looking at his chest and Lee Know chuckled before they were walking towards the ride. 

     Han generally hated scary things, but he loved being scared, he personally never understood it, but that was why he loved horror movies so much. So a haunted house wouldn't be any different. Or at least that was what he had thought. 

     It didn't take long for Han to be using Lee Know as a human shield for every actor that jumped out at them. Lee Know didn't mind and just let him plaster himself to his back or pulled him into his chest as he cried out. He couldn't help but chuckle at him, but he also loved the way his body molded to his. He fit perfectly into his arms, just like he thought he would. It was now at the point though that Han's arms were around his waist, his face tucked into his neck and wasn't looking around as Lee Know waddled them forward. It was so fucking adorable he couldn't stand it. 

     There was a break in the actors as he heard the cars of the second half, so he made a decision, a very risky decision. He reached up and scratched at the back of his head, he relaxed his hold around his waist slightly before he looked up. His eyes were huge and before he could think twice about it he leaned in and kissed him. Han stiffened for a second before he relaxed into the kiss, a sweet hum slipped out of him. 

     He could feel Han's heartbeat against his chest, and it was beating hard. Lee Know let his fingers dig into his waist and Han squirmed against him as he licked over his pouty bottom lip. Han groaned as he opened and their tongues grazed against each other. Fuck he tasted so good. Han's fingers dug into his back and Lee Know didn't fight the urge to ran his hands down his ass and pull him against his body further. 

     The kiss broke. “Fu, fuck.” Han whispered against Lee Know's lips. 

     Lee Know smiled before he looked behind them. There was no one coming. He turned them and pressed Han into the wall next to them and ground against him. Han gasped and Lee Know was kissing him again. His hands trailed from his back up his chest before his arms wrapped around his neck. Lee Know stooped just enough to grab Han's thigh and pulled it up against his side. Han moaned into his mouth and the kiss started becoming desperate. 

     Lee Know broke the kiss and Han's head tilted back against the wall. He looked wrecked, from just a couple kisses. “Fuck your beautiful Hannie. So sweet sounding.”

     Han whimpered as Lee Know started kissing down his neck as he slowly ground their cocks together. “Hy, Hyung.” He gasped out as he nipped at his neck. 

     Suddenly a shrill laugh bounced off the walls coming from behind them. Lee Know groaned as he came out of his neck. “We should probably finish the ride.” He said against Han's lips before gently kissing him. 

     Han huffed, “If we don't finish this ride I'm going to kill you.” He said as they ground against each other again. 

     Lee Know chuckled before Han kissed him again, sucking on his tongue as he ended it. He groaned as a sexy little smile spread across Han's lips. He stepped back and took his hand and quickly walked him towards the cars for the second half of the ride. 

     He was it. Full stop. His fucking lips were sin. He molded to his body perfectly. Han kept his groan in as he was dragged to the cars. He was shoved in and patiently waited for the car to start moving. Lee Know's fingers dug into his thigh until they went past the first turn. Han squeaked as Lee Know pulled him into his lap and was kissing him again, his hand digging into his inner thigh. Fuck he was so fucking hot. 

     The kiss broke as his hand went higher, his hand resting over his cock through his jeans. Han's breath came out shaky as Lee Know trailed his nose over his jaw. “How long do you think the ride is hmmm? Think I could make you cum that quick? Or should I just tease the fuck out of you? Make you beg? Decisions, decisions.”

     The button of his jeans popped and the zipper slid down. Lee Know laid him down in the seat, his back arched because he was still in his lap. His finger trailed down his stomach until he opened his jeans and wrapped around his cock. Han was gripping onto the back of the car and Lee Know's thigh as he huffed out a breath. He was completely splayed out on his lap, his legs shaking slightly. What was it about this man that made him weak, made him want to be wrecked, want to be completely consumed? 

     Han squirmed as Lee Know slowly stroked him. He leaned over and watched Han. It was intense and he loved it. “Gotta keep quiet Hannie.” He glanced ahead of them for a moment before he focused back on him. He tightened his grip and Han moaned as he thrust up into his hand. Lee Know shushed him gently. 

    He leaned down lower, “I bet you're fucking tight aren't you? I've imagined so many times what you would feel like on my cock. I bet you moan so sweetly while you're being fucked don't you?”

     Han whimpered as his words washed over him. Fuck he wanted that. His whole body arched at a particularly slow stroke as a groan left him. “Wa, want to fi, find out.”

     Lee Know hummed. “I was hoping you would say that.”

     Suddenly he hand was pulled away Han whined. Lee Know cooed at him, “The rides almost over, didn't think you would want to be caught with your cock out.”

     Han huffed a few times, trying to calm his body. Fuck how did he key him up so fucking fast? Lee Know helped him sit up and gave him a quick kiss before he slipped off his lap and got his jeans back on. He groaned at how tight they felt around his cock. Fuck he wasn't going to survive. Breath hit his ear before Lee Know's tongue licked over his earlobe, his earring jingled softly as it swung from it. A shiver went down his spine. 

     A set of doors opened and the car went through into the open air. Han's body was buzzing, his skin sensitive and goosebumps formed over his arms from the cool night air. 

     Lee Know smiled as he watched Han beside him in the car. He couldn't sit still. They had ridden three more rides before Han had sweetly begged in his ear to leave. He had teased his cock through his jeans on all the rides, his leather jacket over his lap. He thought about fucking him in the car, but for what he wanted to do to the man there really wasn't enough room. 

     Glancing over he could see that Han was still hard so he got a wicked idea and reached over, his hand palming his cock, yet again, through his jeans. Han groaned as he pushed against his hand. They came to a red light and before he could say anything Han slid across the seat. In a very quick move, skilled even, he had his belt undone, and pants opened. His hand almost roughly slid into his pants and wrapped around his cock. 

     “How's your concentration?” Han asked, his voice deep and raspy. 

     Lee Know hummed, “Excellent, why?”

     That sexy smile played across his lips, “Then just drive.”

     The light turned green and he started driving. Then Han did something he didn't expect and leaned down, his wet mouth going around his cock. “Oh fuck.” He said. 

     Han groaned as he took his cock deeper, like he was getting what he had been craving. His pants were getting in the way, but fuck did his mouth feel good. His hand went into Han's hair and the man moaned around his cock. Lee Know fought wanting to thrust into his mouth, wanting to feel the back of his throat close around him. His hand ran up his thigh and cupped his balls through his pants and Lee Know huffed out a breath. They were almost to his apartment, just a few more streets. 

     At another red light Han came off his cock and almost violently pulled his pants down his hips. Lee Know moaned as he slid all the way down his cock, swallowing around him. His sucks were short, only coming up his cock a little, keeping him at the back of his throat. His soft moans at each push against the back sending tendrils of electric heat through his body. 

     Finally he turned into the underground parking garage and into his parking space. As soon as he parked he fisted Han's hair and pulled him off of his cock, kissing him roughly. In a smooth move Han slipped between his body and the steering wheel, fuck he wasn't close enough. Han reached between their bodies and was stroking his cock, the kiss deepening. 

     Suddenly a sharp knock came to the driver side window and they both froze. Han huffed out a laugh as he buried his face in his neck and as calmly as he could Lee Know unrolled the window. It was the complex security guard. 

     “Evening Hoon. How can I help you?” Lee Know said like his cock wasn't out at the moment. 

     Hoon chuckled, “I'm going to have to ask you to move this somewhere else. I don't know, like your apartment.”

     Lee Know nodded, “Absolutely. Right away.”

     Hoon shook his head and walked back over to the guard shack as Lee Know rolled his window back up. He nipped at Han's ear, “Let me take you upstairs.” He said before licking up his neck. 

     Han pulled back and stroked him a few more times before moving off his lap. Lee Know quickly righted his pants and didn't bother to buckle his belt as Han got out of the car. He glanced over as Han adjusted himself in his pants before closing the car door and started walking towards the elevator. Lee Know never moved as fast as he did then. Getting out of the car and stalking towards him. He scooped him up as Han pressed the button and the doors opened. Luck seemed to be on his side. 

    Pushing his chest up against the wall he pushed the button for the fifth floor. He came up against his back as the doors closed and pushed his hand down the front of Han's jeans as he ground against his ass. Han's breath came out harshly as he arched his ass back. “Fuck I want to fucking eat you alive.” He said as he nipped at the back of his neck drawing a gasp out of him. 

     Han thrust against his palm, “I want you so fucking bad Hyung.” He said, his voice strained. 

     The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Lee Know didn't pull his hand away but walked them backwards. Thankfully his apartment was only a few doors down and he got his keys ready as he continued leaving open mouthed kisses against Han's neck, his head resting on his shoulder. 

     Only when they got to his door did he peel himself away from Han to get the door open. He pulled him inside and had him slammed against the door as soon as it closed. Their mouths sealed together and Han basically climbed up his body, his legs wrapping tightly around his waist. A long moan filled the room at how impossibly close they were. 

     Lee Know let the keys in his hands drop to the floor and he got his hands around his insanely tiny waist and skimmed up under the crop top he was wearing. Han's legs tightened as he whimpered into his mouth. He needed more, fuck he needed all of him. 

     Moving his hands down Lee Know held onto Han's thighs as he walked backward and set him down on the table he had behind his couch. He broke the kiss and roughly had his pants opened and pushed down his thighs. Before Han could say anything he knelt and licked up his cock. Han huffed as he held onto the table, moaning loudly as he closed around his cock. His cock twitched in his mouth as he thrust forward, almost choking him. Fuck it was perfect. 

     Running his hand up Lee Know grabbed his ass and pushed him further into his mouth. A broken moan left him as his hand gripped into his hair. His breaths were coming harshly, his legs shaking. 

     “So so fucking close Hyung.” Han panted out. 

     Lee Know growled as he gave a harsh suck before coming off his cock. Han whined as his body trembled. “No, no please.” He rushed out. 

     “Not yet,” he said as he stood and spun Han around and pushed him down against the table and back of his couch. Han's breath hitched and he squirmed. 

     Fuck he was gorgeous. His crop top had ridden up his back, his perfect ass of display, a beautiful flush to his tanned skin, as his fingers gripped into the fabric of the couch he was partially draped over. Reaching out he grabbed his ass and squeezed, pulling his cheeks apart. Han squirmed more. Kneeling again he licked up over his rim, pressing against him. Han moaned as his ass arched up against his tongue. It was a slightly unhinged sound that went straight to his cock. 

     Roughly he pulled him further off the table as his tongue pushed past his rim. “Fuck Hyung.” He shouted. He licked and pushed further into him. The indecent sounds coming from Han seemed to swirl around him making him more desperate for the man. Reaching up he pushed two fingers in with his tongue and went straight to his prostate. His whole body tensed as an ungodly deep moan ripped from Han. Lee Know rolled his eyes at the sound. 

     Han had never felt so overwhelmed in his life. Lee Know was just enough but too much all rolled into one. His whole body felt jittery as pleasure washed over him, his orgasm building again. He could feel his trembling muscles, could hear his broken stuttered moans. He couldn't stay still as he tried to get more. 

     Then Lee Know was gone, his tongue and fingers slipped out. “Nooooooo,” he cried out before a slap came to his ass, making him gasp. Soft kisses started going up his back and he squirmed every time his tongue touched his skin. His cock was painfully hard, aching to be touched, to find relief. 

     Hands came up under his shoulders and Han was stood up on shaky legs. Lee Knows hands traced up his stomach to his shirt and pulled it up over his head. Raising his arms to help. As soon as the shirt was gone he wasn't allowed to lean forward as a hand came up around his throat. He melted into it as Lee Know hummed behind him. 

     “Look how beautiful you are.” He said as his hand trailed down, flicking his thumb over his nipple, making him grind his ass against his still covered cock. A small pleased huffed left him as his hand moved lower, dipping into his navel before his hand wrapped around his cock again. The hand around his throat tightened at the same time and he almost dropped from the overwhelming warmth that spread through him. 

     His strokes were maddeningly slow, just enough to make it impossible for Han to stay still. The hand around his throat loosened as black spots had started to form and he moaned. Han could feel his body trembling, he had never been this turned on in his entire life. Every touch was almost painful, every touch of his lips hell and heaven on earth at the same time. 

    The hand around his cock squeezed around the base. “How badly do you want to cum Jagi? Hmm? How badly do you want it?” Lee Know said quietly in his ear sending goosebumps to spread everywhere. 

     “Please Hyung. I need you so fucking bad. Fuck, please.” Han gasped out as the pressure in his cock almost got to be too much. His hand came away and his cock throbbed, a broken groan coming out of him. 

     Easily Lee Know had Han picked up as he moved deeper into his apartment. He kicked open a door and Han was flung down on a soft bed. Before he could even get his bearings, his boots were being pulled off then his jeans. Lee Know stopped as he looked down on his naked body. 

     “Fuck.” He said before he swept his tank top off and kicked off his own boots. Before he could get to his pants Han came up on his knees and got those opened and pushed down his hips. His hand wrapped around his cock again as he kissed across his chest. Han looked up as he nipped at his nipple and Lee Know hissed. 

     In a surprising move, Lee Know grabbed Han's wrists and had him pinned to the bed. Han huffed as he came down between his legs, his pants had shifted down around his thighs. The feeling of flesh but also the fabric was hot as hell. Lee Know traced their cocks together a couple of times before his hand came around their cocks. Han's hips bucked up into his hand and Lee Know followed his rhythm. His legs squeezed into his sides as they slid against each other. 

     “Please,” Han gasped out as the heat just kept building. His eyes rolled back as his hand tightened around the head of their cocks. His body bowed and his legs shook, then his hand was ripped away. Tears started to form in his eyes as he cried out in frustration. 

     There was some shifting on the bed and Han heard a cap open before he felt slick fingers at his rim. “Fuck yes. Please Hyung.” He said as he squirmed against his fingers as they teased the tight muscle before slipping in. A pained sigh left his lips. After just a few thrusts a third finger pushed past his rim. Han's body arched against the sting and the stretch. Fuck he wanted so much more. 

     Lee Know's fingers spread and Han tried to pull his hands free. “Ah ah ah. Patience.” His voice sounded as wrecked as Han felt teetering on an edge he had never been to before. It was too much and he wanted to scream that. 

     His fingers were pulled away and Han lay panting, tears streaming down his face as he was being beautiful pulled apart. The cap closed and with almost no warning Lee Know's cock pushed past his rim. All air got sucked out of Han’s lungs as he bottomed out. Harsh breaths were coming from above him then he started pulling out. Han was able to get a breath in as his nerves spread pleasure like wildfire through his veins, then he slammed back into him. Han cried out as his legs slipped higher, needing him deeper. 

     Lee Know finally released the death grip he had on his wrists and practically folded him in half. His cock slammed into his prostate, his breath froze again in his lungs. Fuck he was magnificent as he kept hitting the same spot over and over in short little thrusts. 

     “You want to cum Jagi?” Lee Know asked as his thrusts started coming faster. 

     Han reaches for him, his hands gripping onto his thighs. “Hy, Hyung please. I need… fuck.” He couldn't think, his body had just become pure sensation at this point. Lee Know had almost had him cumming at least four times all night. 

     Lee Know pulled out and easily had him flipped over, his hand between his shoulders keeping his chest to the bed and thrust back into him. Han cried out as he aimed perfectly to keep hitting his prostate. Han couldn't keep his moans from coming loud and hard. He was so close, and Lee Know was thrusting into him fast and hard. He arched his back and stiffened as the hits to his prostate became more intense. 

     The hand on his hip pulled Han harder back against Lee Know's cock. His cock twitched under him. “Fuck cum for me Jagi.”

     A few more thrusts and Han came, harder than he ever thought possible. His hands grabbed into the comforter below him, his body slamming harder against Lee Know. Then Lee Know moaned as his rim squeezed around him and was cumming and grinding his cock against his prostate. Han had never had an orgasm that curled his toes, but that was definitely what was happening now. His moans slowed as he felt like he came forever. 

     Soon the only sound in the room were their harsh breaths as they calmed. Han melted into the bed under him as Lee Know sat back on his calves. 

    “You know I had intended on both of us being naked tonight.” Lee Know said. 

     Han chuckled, “Best laid plans and all that I guess.”

     Lee Know chuckled too as he leaned forward and kissed his shoulder. As gently as he could he pulled out and laid down with Han laying across his chest. “Stay the night?”

     Han kissed his pec before he looked at him. “I fully intend on riding you at some point tonight. So yes.”

     Lee Know nuzzled his hair and sighed. Yep, he was glad Felix made him ride with Lee Know. 

Chapter Text

     Minho looked across the table at THE perfect Han Jisung as he gave yet another perfect presentation. Just like always. Minho hated him, in the deepest part of his soul. Everything seemed to come so easy to the man, he made everyone else look like idiots because they never came up with the ideas, it was always Han Jisung. The golden boy, the man of the hour. 

     He couldn't help it as his eyes rolled at a cheesy joke Han told the shareholders. Felix sat forward, “It's good to see you went through all the possible scenarios of the project and laid them out so neatly for us.” He said. 

     Han laughed, that perfect fucking laugh of his, “Oh, I believe working out the kinks is half the fun.”

     Minho's head snapped up at that and he glanced at Felix. He watched the man smile at the double entendre while Han just smiled as normal. But Minho knew that Han knew what he was doing. He flirted with everyone in the office, well everyone except Minho. He felt his hand curl into a fist in his lap under the table. He had to keep his shit together. Why did his chest always feel tight whenever he flirted? 

     He kept his face neutral as Han answered questions about the housing project the company was undertaking. Coming back with quick answers, logical answers. Minho was too busy looking at the table to notice that people were starting to stand. 

     Minho felt a hand on his shoulder and he startled slightly. He looked over and Han's perfect fucking hand was there. He looked up. 

     “You alright Minho? Usually you give me the hard hitting questions to try and discredit my work.” He said with that perfect fucking smile. 

     Minho stood and shrugged his hand off his shoulder, missing it immediately. He quickly pushed it away. “It was perfect, like always Han.” He quickly said before leaving the conference room. As the door closed he thought he heard Han chuckle. 

     He made his way down the hallway and opened the door to what he thought was his office. He'll admit he was too busy looking at the floor to really notice which office he was going into. He paced the floor from the window to the door a few times before he looked up and noticed he wasn't in his office. He was in Han's. He groaned as he walked towards the door. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Han walking and talking with someone else through the frosted glass. They stopped just by the door. 

     Minho couldn't be found here, especially if he said he just didn't realize it wasn't his office. He was embarrassed enough. He looked around and in a moment of panic he dove under Han's desk. It was roomie enough to hide him and not get close enough to Han if he sat down. How did he get himself into these messes? Ah yes, his overthinking mind, that's how. 

     He took a calming breath as the doors opened and Han came in talking, “I don't know. I think the next project I really want to work on is with Minho. He would be fascinating to work with.”

     Minho heard Felix chuckle, “Yeah I don't think I've ever seen you sweat like you do when Minho is trying to discount what you've come up with.”

     Han walked over to his desk and sat down, rolling under the desk. Minho leaned back as far as he could in the space, his face maybe a foot away from Han's knee. “I know. I love how his mind works. It makes me try harder and harder to impress him.”

     Suddenly Minho watched as a pen dropped to the floor. He stared at it as Han rolled back and reached down, his perfect fucking fingers picking it up. He watched as Han glanced up, their eyes locking. Han didn't seem surprised to see him hiding under his desk and smirked at him before he sat back up and pulled back under the desk. 

     “So I take it you want Minho to come up with the concept art then?” Felix asked. 

     “Absolutely, I couldn't think of anyone better to do it.” Han said as Minho watched his leg stretch out and gently touch his knee. Minho didn't move. 

     “So your still good with meeting Mr. Yang and myself for dinner tomorrow night to go over a few new details right?” Felix asked. 

     “Yes. I think we should have Minho tag along if he's going to be doing the concept art, that way he can ask any questions he may have.” Han said as he slowly ran his shoed foot across Minho's knee under the desk. It was like a caress. Minho closed his eyes, hoping that this meeting was over soon. 

     But it wasn't over soon. Han and Felix sat talking about what they were going to go over in the meeting. Han at some point had reached under the desk and scratched his knee, but left his hand under the desk. Minho tuned out what they were saying as he watched Han slowly run his middle finger in circles into his thigh. 

     Now Minho would admit, only to himself, that he thought Han was a beautiful man, but his confidence always put him off kilter. Only a confident man would tease himself knowing that someone was there under the desk, would be acting as if no one was there. But yet, Minho couldn't take his eyes off of his finger slowly curling into his thigh. 

     The longer he was under the desk, the more Minho's mind wondered. He wondered what Han’s fingers would feel like doing that to him, wondered if that confidence played to Minho's likes in bed, his need to lose that tight control he had to have in his incredibly fucked up life. He hadn't had a good fuck in a few years, he hadn't had someone tear him down and piece him back together in even longer. He fidgeted slightly as he wondered if Han could do it, would do it. He tried to stop that train of thought from going any further. 

     The finger circling into his thigh stopped when Minho shifted, like he had heard the rustling of his suit. Han continued talking as his finger traced up his thigh until his fingers slowly traced his cock through his slacks. Han shifted slightly like he was enjoying the sensation, his voice not changing as he continued talking. Minho couldn't look away as Han slowly stroked himself through his slacks. 

     Minho had always wanted to know what his cock looked like, what it felt like against his tongue. It would be perfect no doubt. He found his fingers digging into the carpet beneath him as he fought the urge to touch him. He couldn't just touch him, that wasn't allowed, he hadn't been given the ok to do so. So he just watched as he listened to his voice. 

     He found himself slipping into a comfortable fuzzy headspace that had only happened once when he was with a really good Dom at a club about seven years ago. Was Han a Dom he wondered. With his confidence he assumed he was. But he tried not to assume. Maybe he liked plain old vanilla sex. 

     Yeah and Minho hated to be tied up and spanked. With what was going on, the assumption that Han was vanilla was slipping further and further away. He watched as Han took a hold of his zipper and slowly unzipped his pants. There wasn't a sound as he did it. 

     Minho watched as his fingers went between the folds of fabric and pulled out his very hard cock. He could see the slick precum starting to form on the tip. God, his cock WAS perfect and he found himself salivating. He wanted to taste him, wanted to know what he felt like tapping the back of his throat, would he fuck his mouth so hard that he had Minho crying. He wished he would. 

     All those scenarios played out in Minho's mind, knowing that nothing could happen, there wasn't enough room under the desk for him to give a proper blowjob, at least not a stealthy one. Han shifted the chair slightly, his leg moving to Minho's other side. He watched as Han stroked himself before beckoning him with his fingers. 

     Minho's mind shut off for a moment. He didn't move, just stared at Han's perfect cock. Han angled himself to where Minho only had to slide him into his mouth, he would fill his mouth so nicely. He slowly moved forward, trying to not make any noise. It was easy as Han and Felix laughed at something that Felix said. Minho watched as his cock twitched when his hands went up onto Han's thighs. 

     Minho kept himself from sighing as he allowed Han's cock to slowly trace across his tongue as he closed his lips around his length. He gripped into his thighs as he cock warmed him with his mouth, his tongue slowly tracing across the head. Han's fingers went into his hair and gently pet him as he continued to talk with Felix. 

     Gently he sucked around Han's cock and Minho melted as he gave no indication that it affected him at all. In fact he was acting indifferent to it, which was like catnip to Minho. He liked the indifference, he liked thinking he was being used like a toy. He liked that Han was acting like he wasn't there. His brain slipped further into that beautiful fuzzy place that he hadn't been in in so long. He wanted to shut off completely but knew that wasn't a good idea. He was able to keep himself quiet right now, once he slipped completely he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to. 

     “Ok, well I'll let you hammer down the details on the art with Minho. You want me to send him your way?” Felix asked as Minho heard him stand. 

     Han chuckled above him, “No, I got his one.”

     Minho felt anticipation flood him as Han fisted his hand into the hair at the back of his head. As soon as the door closed Han pushed his face down and thrust his cock into his mouth. Minho couldn't stop the moan that came out of him as his fingers dug into Han's thighs. 

     Minho swallowed around Han’s cock and he moaned which made Minho want to take him deeper. He slid his hands up and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his slacks, pulling them down slightly. He ran up his length enjoying the feel of him against his tongue before taking him as deep as he could. He relaxed his throat as he held his breath, loving the feel of him pushing into the back of his throat. 

     Han held him in place as he slowly pushed the chair back, making Minho crawl forward with him on his knees. Tears started to slip from Minho's eyes as he loved the degradation of it all. He moved back just enough to where Minho could properly suck him off and as soon his his hand let go off the back of his head that was exactly what Minho was doing. He wanted to know what his cum tasted like, his whole body was humming as he slowly sucked up his length before diving back down. He got into an easy rhythm as he moaned around Han's cock, Han gently thrusting up into his mouth. 

     “I guess I mistook that hatred in your eyes Minho. Maybe you did too, cuz your mouth is giving off very different vibes.” Han purred as he ran his fingers through Minho's hair. 

     Han hummed, “As much as I'm enjoying this I want to know how your ass feels as I fuck you.”

     Minho couldn't stop the moan that came out of him as he slowed down his sucks, they were sloppy as he slipped further into that wonderful fog. 

     “Would you like me to fuck you Minho?” Han asked as his hand went to his chin and stopped him from sucking on him. 

     Minho looked up at Han as he whined in the back of his throat. He could fuck him anyway he wanted, mouth, ass, hell he could even fuck his thighs if he wanted too, he didn't care. He just knew he needed him fucking him somehow. Han pushed back his chair slowly until his cock popped out of Minho's mouth. Tears started slipping down his face, he didn't want this to end. 

    Han shushed him as he wiped the spit off of his chin, “Stand up for me.”

     Minho slowly came forward and stood. Blood rushed back into his legs and Han tilted him back to sit on the desk. He was in awe when he knelt in front of him and gently massaged his legs, helping the blood flow come back. He held onto the side of the desk, letting the wood dig into his fingers as he let the feel of his hands on his legs wash through him. He wasn't used to being taken care of. 

     See Minho knew that the way he carried himself was not sub-like. Most subs came to him thinking that he would top them and they would have a great time. He couldn't do it. Didn't want to do it. And because of that the few Dom's he had been with had been less than stellar, they didn't think that he would submit as well as he did and it always threw them off. That's why he stopped going to the clubs. He wasn't getting what he needed or wanted. That also meant that his sex life had gone through one hell of a dry spell. On top of his life being in complete chaos it made him bitter. 

     But right now the bitterness wasn't there. He was too busy staring at Han as he continued to rub his legs, not even looking at him. He took a shaky breath and that made Han look up. 

     “Second thoughts?” He asked as he slowly stood. Minho shook his head. 

     “Trying to get out of your head?” Han asked as he sat down in the office chair. Minho hesitantly nodded. 

     “How long has it been since you've been properly Dom'd and fucked? You'll need to use your words for this one.” Han asked, that sly little smile that usually put Minho's teeth on edge passing across his lips. Now though, it made him shiver. 

     Minho made to stand, but Han's foot came up between his legs on the desk. The bottom of his shoe putting the barest amount of pressure on his cock. He settled back on the desk and cleared his throat. His foot didn't move. 

     “Five years, three months and 22 days since I've been Dom'd. Three years, one month and 14 days since I've been fucked.” Minho said. 

     Han chuckled as he stood. “I love how your mind works, and no wonder you're so cranky. Stay.” He said quietly. Even though it was quiet, the command held an authority that made him melt. Minho didn't dare move as he walked over to his door and he heard it lock. He felt himself flinch at the sudden sound, a wave of warmth passing over his body. 

     Han stepped back in front of him and slipped his grey blazer off. “Now because of where we are I can only remedy one of those properly, give you a taste of the other. But you have to be quiet. Think you can do that?” He said as his lips passed over Minho's cheek. He slowly nodded. 

     With a scoff, Han's hand came up quickly around his throat, his fingers and thumb pressing into his jugulars. Minho softly moaned as his eyes rolled back. “I can't hear you Minho. Let's try that again. Think you can do that?”

     Han held his hand around his throat just long enough for Minho to start to feel floaty before he released his hand. Minho swayed slightly as he felt a euphoria settle into his body that he hadn't felt in so long. “Yes Sir.” He whispered. 

     “Good. Take your blazer off.” He said as he pulled on Minho’s tie, untying it and pulling it from his collar. 

     Minho reached up and pulled the blazer off as Han started unbuttoning his shirt. The cooler air of the office hit his chest and he closed his eyes at the sensation. His eyes didn't stray from Han's, and Han wasn't looking away either. “You know I've always wondered about you. I hoped that the control freak tendencies were a mask for what you really wanted. I had hoped that anyways. Now I know for sure that I was right. So why have you been alone for so long?”

     Minho did look down then. Han finished unbuttoning his shirt and slipped it off Minho's shoulders. His eyes closed involuntarily as his fingers passed over his skin. 

     “Come on. You know why don't you?” Han said against Minho's lips. 

     Minho gasped at the feel of his breath so close to him, “I give off Dom vibes and Dom's don't want anything to do with me.”

     Han made a sound of understanding. “That's their loss. All you've wanted is to give in isn't it? Be used so thoroughly that you forget who you are don't you? Tell me, how badly do you want it Minho? How badly do you want to be a complete mess, not a single thought in your head besides what my cock is doing to you?”

     Minho opened his eyes and saw that Han was studying him almost, a look of interest on his face, no emotion was coming through. “I want it bad Sir.” He whispered. 

     He watched Han smile before Han kissed him roughly. Minho kept his hands at his sides even though all he wanted to do was get himself naked then kneel at his feet like the good boy he wanted to be. A soft moan escaped him as Han's tongue traced across his. He fought from thrusting forward against Han and whined softly. 

     Han broke the kiss as he stepped back a couple of steps and tilted his head at Minho. “Stand up and turn around.”

     Without thought Minho was off the desk and turned around like he was told. He felt his body drop further into that warm feeling. Han walked to the other side of his desk and held out his hand, “Give me your hands.”

      Minho did it without any fight. Han took his wrists in his hand and used Minho's own tie to tie them together then pulled him forward. Minho went chest down onto the desktop and watched as Han hooked the tie to something on the edge of the desk under the lip. He felt his spine lengthen, his thighs dug into the edge of the desk. God it felt so good. 

     Han stood there for a minute taking in the sight of him and Minho felt a shiver of anticipation run through him. He kept himself from whimpering in the back of his throat, he had to be quiet. His muscles twitched as he waited. 

      “You're a mess already and I haven't even really touched you yet. Such a touch starved thing you've become.” Han's hands came down on the desk next to Minho's head and he leaned in, his voice becoming nothing more than a whisper. “I bet I could just slowly touch you and you would cum from it. I want to test the theory, but I'm a selfish man and want to know how well you take my cock. Have thought about it so often, had little fantasies after every meeting. You coming in here, slipping into my lap as I fucked you against me desk.”

      Minho fisted the knot in the tie that held his wrists as he tried to keep from whimpering. God if he had just realized that the jealousy was not jealousy at all sooner he would have slipped in here sooner. Been bent over this desk sooner. But no, his over thinking brain hadn't gone in that direction. 

     “You've been on your own so long. You've put yourself through hell, and for what I wonder? But that's a conversation for another day when we're alone.” Han said before he stood up and walked back around the desk. 

      Minho shifted his head so his forehead could rest on the desk and he closed his eyes hard, then he felt Han's thighs press into his. Felt his hard cock press against his ass. He gasped and a slight whimper slipped out. Han hummed in his throat. “I can't wait to hear the sounds you make when you don't have to stay quiet. I bet you are loud as fuck aren't you?” He asked as he ran his hands up Minho's back, making him arch into the feel of his palms. 

     “Yes Sir,” Minho happened to get out.

     Minho felt him lean down partially against his back as one of his hands fisted his hair and pulled his head back. Minho softly moaned at the sting in his scalp. “Are you gonna be a good boy and not moan any louder than that?”

     Minho tried to nod as he said, “Yes Sir.”

     Han let go of his hair, “Good, kick off your shoes for me.”

     Minho braced himself on his forearms as he slipped his shoes off with Han's weight still against his back. Han hummed some more as he pressed his ass into his cock with the movement. He rolled his hips slightly after he pushed them under the desk and Han pressed a little further into his ass. Han suddenly bit into his shoulder blade and he hissed from the pain. The pain soothed out when he licked over the bite and settled into him in a wave of pleasure. 

     Han chuckled as he stood back up, his hands trailing down his back making Minho arch into his hands again. He wanted to feel his hands over every inch of his body, but was sure they didn't have the time for that. Han reached under him and undid his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks and started slowly pulling them down. Minho couldn't help as he squirmed in anticipation, Han's hand came down hard against his ass. 

     Minho's forehead went down on the desk again as he held back the cry he wanted to let loose. “Now Baby I know it's been a while but have patience, you're going to get what you want.” Han purred behind him. 

     Minho could just imagine that his ass was now red as he settled into the warmth. His fingers curled into the side of the desk as he felt Han help him out of his pants. He heard one of the drawers in the desk open and he stilled even more. He wanted so much right now, but would take whatever Han gave him. 

     Han's hands ran up his ass and spread his cheeks slightly making him squirm. “So how much prep do you need? Do you use a dildo to fuck yourself?”

     Minho raised his head and looked back as best he could, “Yes Sir. I usually don't prep myself, I like the pain.”

     Han laughed, “Of course you do. I'm going to prep you a little though, want to see you writhe before you're on my cock. See how sensitive you are. Are you sensitive?”

     “Yes Sir,” Minho said on a shaky breath. 

     One of Han's hands pulled away and he heard a cap open. A slight moan left him as he waited, anticipation flooding him. The cap closed and a moment later he felt cool slick fingers pass over his rim. His ass lifted, trying to feel more, but Han teased him and pulled away slightly. 

     “Spread your legs Baby.” Han said as he added a little pressure. Minho did as he was told and his cock became trapped between himself and the desk. He moaned at the pressure. Han shushed him as he pushed two fingers into him. 

     Minho felt his eyes roll back in his head at the feel of his fingers, it had been so long. He bit his bottom lip to keep himself from moaning as Han slowly thrust into him. His fingers curled and rubbed against his prostate. A whine came out of him before he was panting into the desktop. 

     “You weren't kidding, you really are sensitive. Are you a one and done type of guy or can you cum more than that?” Han asked as his fingers swirled around his prostate. 

     Minho arched, trying to feel more, “Tw, twice Sir. I can cum twice.”

     Han hummed from behind him, “Good to know.”

     He kept up the slow rubbing of Minho’s prostate as Minho writhed against the desk. The head of his cock was starting to slide more on the desk as precum leaked from him. He tried to keep his moans at bay as he breathed heavily through the sensations passing through his body. Flames started licking across his flesh as his whole body tensed as Han slowly worked him. 

     That was part of it, how slow he was going, like he was savoring it. Han suddenly pressed harshly down on his prostate making Minho jolt, his back arching harshly as he panted, trying not to moan and whimpering instead. “Come on Minho, cum for me. I want to see you writhe.”

     Minho couldn't stop his hips from rolling at the same pace as Han was fingering him. Couldn't stop the shaking in his legs as he was brought closer and closer to cumming. The head of his cock slipping more against the desk. All thought left him as he focused on the feel of Han's fingers, not really moving except for that maddening massaging. His breaths were becoming just pants as the flames in his blood kept going higher. 

     Minho hadn't realized that he was the one setting the pace, his ass pushing back against his hand was dictating how close he was. His cock throbbed under him and felt himself close to cumming. Which wasn't a surprise, it had been awhile since he had jerked off. Suddenly Han's fingers dug in harshly to his prostate and he felt his body explode. He started to moan and a hand slapped down over his mouth muffling the sound as he thrust against the top of the desk. His whole body shaking as Han kept up the massage inside of him. 

     “How long do you need before you're hard again? Hmmm?” Han whispered into his ear as his hand slipped down his chin to rest to the side of his face. 

     He was still pushing back against his fingers, his body trembling from the over stimulation, his fingers tight against the other side of the desk. “N, not long.”

     Han hummed, “Good.” He said as his fingers slipped out. 

     Before Minho could protest Han's cock was pushing past his rim roughly. His breath was stolen from him as his body tensed at being filled after so long. He let the sting wash through him, letting the overwhelm consume him. “Breath Baby.” Han said next to him as Minho felt him come flush with his back. He slowly started to pull out and Minho was able to get a breath, then he slammed back into him, his legs digging painfully into the desk. 

     Fuck yes, let him bruise, Minho thought to himself. He needed to know this wasn't a dream. Han's chest came away from his back and he felt a hand in his hair. His head was jerked back and he hissed at the sting to his scalp. Han chuckled as his other hand put pressure on his lower back making his ass arch up. 

     “I can't possibly fucking let you go now. Hmmm. You're mine.” Han said. Minho melted even further into the pleasure of feeling his cock pound into him, his cock getting hard under him. A soft moan slipped from his throat. 

     “Ah ah Baby, gotta keep quiet. Tonight I'll take you home where you can be as loud as you want. Maybe I won't let you cum again until then.” Han panted out as he just fucked him like he dreamed of being fucked for so long. 

     Minho wouldn't say it but he fucking wanted him to edge him. Wanted him to treat him like nothing but a hole to be used, he wanted it so bad. He could feel every twitch of Han's cock inside him and he loved every second of it. He bit at his bottom lip to silence any sounds he would make, but little whimpers kept escaping. The hand in his hair came away and grabbed his shoulder and somehow Han's cock went deeper. His breaths came out as little puffs. 

      His cock trapped between his body and the desk was aching again, he was close again. Suddenly hands were around his waist and pulled him up, straightening his legs. The pressure on his cock was gone. Minho whined and Han laughed, “I th, think I'll make you wait.” Then with one more harsh thrust Han was cumming, a growl deep in his throat. 

     Minho sunk into the feeling, let it wrap around him like a warm blanket. Han's thrusts slowed as he leaned on the desk panting as he calmed. Minho couldn't help but squirm, his cock pulsing under him. “Fuck Baby.” Han reverently said as his hand reached under and slowly stroked his cock. Minho heard a drawer open as the hand lazily stroked him. 

     Han’s cock slipped out of him and Minho gave a small sound of unease until something pressed against his rim and slipped in. His hand came away from his cock. He was a panting, trembling mess. He fucking loved it. He squeezed around the plug inside him the thought of Han's cum still there sent a shiver down his spine. 

      Minho's hands came free. “Stand up Baby.”

     Han’s voice had changed a little, it was almost affectionate. He took a deep breath before he slowly stood, using the desk to lean on as he did. He kept his eyes closed as he let the need coursing through his body settle. It had never been this intense before. He felt a pressure against his back as hands slipped up his sides. 

     “Think you can be a good boy and get through the next two hours?” Han whispered in his ear. 

      Minho took a steadying breath, “Ye, yes Sir.” He said softly. He felt nice and warm and pliant. He knew he would do anything that Han asked at this point. 

     Han nuzzled into his shoulder, “Good. Then I'll take you home and we can play all night if you want, make up for that lost time.”

     Minho melted at his words. Why was he so fucking perfect? 

Chapter Text

     The yelling had started earlier than normal this morning. Minho worried for his employer the louder Peter yelled and raged. He drew the line as he heard glass breaking in the laboratory that was tucked out by the gardens. When he made his way downstairs the kitchen staff seemed frozen as the yelling and destruction just seemed to get louder and more violent. 

     “Just go about your duties, I'll handle this,” he said as he rushed through the room to the back door. The Doctor wouldn't want to wake the neighbors and Peter was now stepping well beyond the lines of propriety. The air was cool with a faint mist that clung to everything, normal for a London morning, Minho hated it, but he would follow the Doctor anywhere. 

     More shattering of glass sounded on the other side of the door as more muffled yelling came through. Taking a deep breath Minho pounded on the door. Silence greeted him before he heard footsteps making their way through glass coming towards the door. He didn't expect Peter to open the door, his shirt half unbuttoned, his chest out, hair all over the place. 

     A condescending sweet smile crossed his lips, “What can I do for you Minho?” There was no sweetness in his voice, just hard edges. 

     Minho pushed past him, “I'm looking for the Doctor.”

     Peter stumbled back at the shove and chuckled, “Come in why don't you.” He said as he closed the door. 

     Minho rushed through the laboratory, almost everything that had been glass had been smashed. “Doctor?!” He called out and was met with silence. He suddenly feared for his employer's safety and rushed up to the second floor loft where sometimes the Doctor slept, so he didn't disturb the household coming in late at night. He wasn't there. 

     Turning, Minho noticed Peter leaning against the door with his arms across his chest. “Where's the Doctor?”

     A cruel smile twisted across Peter's lips, “He's not here. I don't know when my dear brother will be back.”

     Minho rushed back down the stairs, he didn't believe him. “Why did you destroy all this? Just because?”

      Peter's head tilted back in a hard laugh, “I know why I did it and so does Jisung. He’s too soft, especially for you. He's refused to let me have full rein over his experiment, doesn't want you getting hurt. Now he wants to stop it. Don't know why he bothers protecting such a pathetic creature really.”

     Minho felt his skin crawl as Peter traced his eyes over his body, “Well I can see the appeal I suppose, you're pretty enough I guess. You do have lips made for fucking though.”

     “Move out of my way, I'll come back when the Doctor's home.” Minho said as he reached for the door. 

     Peter was quick and grabbed his wrist. “Ah ah. I don't think so. Maybe I'll take a little taste, see if you're worth his time and effort.”

     Before Minho knew what was happening Peter had Minho pulled against his chest and was kissing him. He tried to pull away but Peter's hand fisted his hair harshly keeping him in place, his tongue pushing past his lips. This wasn't who he wanted to be kissing, not this evil cruel man. He tried to fight but his hand let go of his wrist and shoved down the front of his pants. 

     The kiss broke as his hand wrapped around his cock, a lot more gently than he would have thought. “I hate that my brother wants you so bad, but he will never give into it. I see how you watch him, you think no one notices, but I do. I'll gladly give in, see what my brother’s missing out on.”

     Minho tried to remove his hand from the inside of his pants but when he looked at him for a moment it was almost like looking at Jisung. Their cocky smiles were the same, the way when they teased their tongues flicked across their eye tooth. He suddenly felt confused. 

     “Oh poor Minho. Been following a man you've lusted after for years, and for what? The satisfaction of his company? Clawing after him like a stray cat does for mice.” Peter says harshly as he pulls Minho's head back before licking up his throat. 

     Minho hissed as the hair on the back of his head pulled painfully between Peter's fingers. “You don't know what you're talking about.” He got out through clenched teeth. 

     “But I think I do. He tells me everything. I know every dirty little secret that has ever passed through his sweet little mind. Oh the things he's dreamt of doing with you, so filthy it would make a sailor blush.” Peter's words were a whisper against his ear, luring him in. He hated what his words and his hands were doing to his body. He knew this wasn't Jisung, wasn't the sweet Doctor. 

     Peter chuckled. It was harsh and sarcastic, everything that Jisung wasn't. He moved quickly and somehow got his hand out of his hair and out of his pants, he couldn't say how it happened. He grabbed his arm and pushed him away from the door, up against one of the laboratory tables. Peter groaned as Minho pushed his face into the table and leaned over. 

     “You have no idea what Jisung wants. You couldn't see it if you were guided to it. I'm not the pathetic one, you are. You rant and rave but you are meaningless without Jisung.” Minho spat out as he leaned over his back, his own hand now fisted in Peter's hair. 

     Peter laughed, “Oh is that right? What are you going to do about it then huh? Or are you just all talk? You're not good enough for Jisung, we both know it. You probably wouldn't be able to fuck him properly with that stick planted firmly in your ass.”

     Minho knew, deep down, that Peter was baiting him. He knew. He picked him up slightly and slammed him back into the table. “Don't you ever shut up?” He seethed. 

     The air punched out of Peter's lungs. He gasped then looked back at him as well as he could with Minho fisting his hair. “Why don't you fucking make me? Afraid you might like it?”

     Minho had no idea why he wasn't letting go, why he wasn't walking away. Peter's words spoke to that part of him that wanted to prove himself, prove that he could shut him up, prove that he could make him eat those words. 

     “Poor thing. Either fuck me or run away like the good little servant that you are.” Peter said with so much venom in his voice that Minho saw red. 

     Minho pulled him up by his hair making him hiss before he turned him and shoved Peter to his knees. He could hear him fall heavily into the broken glass on the floor. He didn't care, not any more. “You want me to fuck you, fine. You'll just prove you're nothing but a whore.”

     Peter reached for the front of his pants and had them unbuttoned and pulled down to his thighs. “Takes one to know one.” He said before his mouth engulfed his cock. 

     Minho's breath hitched as he pushed Peter's head down his cock. Peter moaned as he held onto his thighs. Minho leaned onto the table and held his head steady as he started thrusting into his mouth. He sucked when he pulled out and it was all the more delicious with the adrenaline rushing through his body. 

     “Fuck you are just a whore aren't you. Is th, that how you spend your days? Mouthing off until someone shuts your pretty mouth up?” Minho said as he thrust faster. 

     Peter hummed around his cock then sucked hard, it was borderline painful. Minho twisted his fingers harder into his hair and Peter inhaled at the pain. Minho pulled him off his cock and tilted his head up to look at him. There was none of the softness he dreamt about in the features of the familiar face. He pulled Peter back to his feet, “What not so chatty now?” He said as he got his pants opened. 

     The sinister smile was back, “Oh I'm plenty chatty, just waiting to see if you actually know how to fuck properly or not. Or has it been so long you forgot how to use it?” He said in a pouty tone as he reached into his pocket and pulled a vial out and placed it on the table. 

     Minho knew exactly what the vial was for and with little more prompting he had Peter turned again and pushed over the table. Roughly he pushed down his pants and popped the cork on the vial. He poured the oil onto his cock and tossed the vial over his shoulder. It shattered in the glass already on the floor, he didn't care any more as he stroked his cock. He slowed as he looked at the body before him, fuck if only the hair was dark and glossy. 

     An annoyed huff came out of Peter, “Backing out already? Why am I not surprised?”

     With a growl Minho lined up his cock and pushed past his rim. Peter's hands dug into the table as he panted, Minho didn't stop until he was buried deep inside him. “Does this look like I'm backing out?”

     God he was tight, was all Minho could think as he pulled out and slammed back into him. A groan left Peter before a few puffed out breaths. He leaned over, his hands on the table. “Not so mouthy now are you?” Then he pulled out and slammed into him again. 

     A strangled sound punched out of Peter. This wasn't going to last long, Minho knew that. He reached up and grabbed his shoulder as he started slamming into him over and over. Peter's moans fell from his opened mouth as he pushed back against him. Minho let the heat burn through his veins as he fucked into an ass identical to the one from his dreams, except he would have been gentle with Jisung. Peter didn't deserve gentle, and he didn't get it. 

     Peter came up on his elbows, his ass arching, making Minho's cock shift to hit his prostate. Peter cried out as he hit the spot with an accuracy that he honed from past relationships. Peter's moans had turned to just whimpers and harsh breaths. “Come on Min, fu, fuck me like you me, mean it.” He gasped out. 

     Minho slapped down on his ass hard and Peter groaned. A few more thrusts and Peter was cumming. His moans loud as his fingers dug into the table, his rim tightening around Minho's cock, milking him. That sensation tipped him over the edge and he was grinding out his orgasm against Peter's prostate. 

     Peter laid down against the table as he panted, trying to get his breath to even out. Minho slumped forward slightly, his arms holding him up shaking. He felt dirty and wanted nothing else but to get away from the warm body under him. He pulled his cock out and righted his pants as he took a step back. 

     Peter chuckled as he stood, leaning on the table as he pulled up his own pants. The chuckle sounded gentler than he had ever heard from Peter, it sounded like Jisung's sweet chuckle actually. “Don't feel bad Minho, Jisung's aware of it. He's aware of everything.”

     Minho watched as Peter suddenly looked like his stomach cramped and leaned over the table. His breathing suddenly came out in a harsh way and his knees buckled going into the glass under him. He curled into himself as his whole body trembled. 

     Rushing forward Minho crouched beside him. Peter shook his head, "Don't go getting all concerned now. You'll never see me again.” He said as he fell sideways onto the floor. 

     What happened next had Minho stepping back. It looked like his skin started to shift on his body as Peter cried out in pain. Then he saw it, his features were softening, his hair getting darker. He couldn't tear his eyes away from whatever was happening before him, could he believe what he was seeing? 

     After a few more minutes, Peter lay still panting among the glass. But it wasn't Peter any more. It was Jisung. 

Chapter Text

     This was absolutely ridiculous, Minho thought to himself as he looked himself over in the mirror. Sure the corset vest fit perfectly, the colors and fabric were fantastic, but was it right for him? His usually thicker waist, because of the sheer core strength he had, looked small in comparison than it usually did. He needed a second opinion. Opening the bedroom door he called out, “Hey Hannie, can I get your opinion on this please?”

     From across their shared apartment he heard Han call back, “Sure Hyung, give me a second.”

     Minho kept their bedroom door open and looked at himself from as many angles as he could. He wasn't sold. Han came into the room as he was fixing his cuff and stopped as soon as he looked at him. His head tilted in that cute way it did whenever he thought Minho looked particularly good in something. 

     Cocking an eyebrow at him he said, “Really? You like this?”

     Han stuttered for a second before he walked over, his hands automatically going to his cinched waist. “Uh yes, I like it. I can almost get my hands around your waist, and don't even get me started on what it's doing for your ass.” Han playfully slapped his ass and groaned. 

     Minho bat him away. “Really? It's not too much?”

     Han ran his tongue over his eye tooth, “No, it's not too much.”

     Minho huffed, “Fine. Guess I'll wear it.” He leaned down and picked up his blazer and put it on. He left Han in the bedroom and had to smile a little when he followed him with his eyes. He joined him in the foyer a few minutes later as the intercom beeped. Their ride was there. 

     After all the red carpet stuff the Stray Kids were shown their table. They acted as they always did, but Minho noticed that Han kept on getting lost in his thoughts. He leaned in, “You alright Jagi?”

     Han just smiled, “Yeah I'm fine. Just thinking.”

     Minho tried to shove it aside but the last time he started acting like this he was struggling. So he decided to just keep an eye on him and hope for the best. 

    Stray Kids won 3 awards that night and they were all over the moon about it. So much so that they collectively decided to go to the JYP after party that they usually skipped. They were so busy most of the time, but they had a few weeks off to rest. So one night at an after party wasn't going to kill them. 

     As the night progressed Minho lost track of Han and he hated that. But he hoped, deep down, if he was having problems he would say something. So he tried to push it from his mind as he searched for the bathroom. They were at a local hotel so thankfully it wasn't that difficult. 

     Washing his hands the door to the bathroom opened and Han stepped in and leaned back against the door. “There you are Hyung.” Han playfully said. 

     “What, did you think I went home without you?” Minho said as he looked at him through the mirror. 

     Han chuckled, “Nope.” He stood and turned, locking the door. 

     Minho scowled, “What are you doing Jagi?”

    Han tilted his head as his eyes ran down his body, “Just appreciating my boyfriend.”

     “With a locked door?” Minho asked as he dried his hands with paper towels as he turned towards Han. 

     Han nodded. “I have to give it to the designer, I haven't been able to think of anything but the way you look tonight.”

     Minho felt himself blush a little, his ears heating up. Han didn't usually dole out compliments like that, he usually was the one being complimented. In fact, that was one of Minho's favorite pastimes, watching his tanned skin get slightly pink as he teased him. 

     Han smiled as he crossed the room. Minho found himself pressed up against the sink, Han's hands going to his waist. What had gotten into him tonight? Then his hands started traveling upwards. It was a strange feeling. The tight satiny fabric, with the silk layer underneath, made him hyper aware of his fingers. The slide made a shiver go down his spine, and Han noticed. 

     “Does that feel good Baby?” Han asked, his voice taking on the husky tone that Minho loved so much. His fingers went higher and up over his chest just to hook into his blazer and start pushing it down his arms. 

     Minho didn't understand it, but he felt more sensitive than normal. Every movement of Han's fingers sent pleasant little tendrils of heat across his flesh. Was that normal while wearing a corset? Was it because he felt completely encased by the fabric? Well whatever it was, his body was responding to it, responding to Han. This was new though, Han usually didn't initiate like this. He had to admit, it was kind of hot. 

     Nodding, Minho's fingers dug into the edge of the counter. Han traced his fingers back down his chest, and since they knew each other's bodies so well at this point, his fingers had no problem tracing across his nipples through the fabric. Down his stomach until he suddenly cupped his cock through his slacks. 

     Minho let out a soft moan. “Jagi, we really shouldn't right now.” He said before Han added a little pressure, his hand sliding down, the heel of his hand pressing firmly against the head of his cock. Minho gasped as he tried to keep from pushing against his palm. 

     Han leaned in and quickly licked his upper lip. “Why? Hmm? I found an out of order sign and it's hanging on the door. It's far enough away from the party.” He said as he continued passing his hand over his cock while the other unbuckled his belt. 

     “I don't think you realize just how sexy you look right now.” Han said against his lips, his voice barely a whisper. 

     Han finally kissed him as his pants opened and his hand wrapped around his cock. Minho softly moaned in his mouth as Han's tongue pushed past his lips. He wasn't used to Han being borderline aggressive like this. The strokes were slow, then his thumb passed over the tip and Minho shuddered. Han groaned and broke the kiss, sucking on his tongue. 

     Minho finally reached out, his fingers digging into his biceps. He let out a slow breath as he thrust into Han's hand. “How you feeling Hyung?” He teased with a kiss to his chin. 

     Minho felt his brain scramble. Is this the day Han takes him up on the offer to top? He always offered, so he could know how it felt, but he always refused. He didn't mind really, but with how Han was acting he was really curious. His pants slid down his hips as Han reached around and grabbed his ass. Han groaned as he pulled him closer to his body. 

      Needing something to do with his hands, Minho slid to the front of Han's blazer and unbuttoned the three buttons keeping it closed. The design allowed for no shirt under it and as soon as his hands touched his silky skin he kissed him. He loved the duality of his body, buff as hell yet tiny and petite. Even with all the extra muscle he could still almost close his hands around his waist. The kiss deepened for just a moment, becoming desperate before Han broke it and had him flipped around, facing the mirror. 

     Minho's slight gasp made Han look up at him and it was surreal watching him through the mirror. He had never seen the look in his eyes that he had now, and Minho was here for it. Han's hands ran up his back and his back arched at the feel of it, it was like he couldn't control it. He watched Han smirk behind him as he reached into his pocket. 

     Han pressed into his back and ground against his ass. “I've wanted to do nothing but wreck you all night Baby.”

     Minho let the whimper he was holding back out as he heard a cap open and he stepped away from him. Slick fingers slipped between his cheeks and rubbed against his rim. He sighed. It had been a few years since he’d felt this. Not since before they got together. His fingers almost lazily rubbed against him and soon he was pushing back against the rhythm. 

     “Shit, I should have tried this sooner.” Han said as he pushed a finger past the tight muscle. It didn't feel like much but Minho moaned because it was Han who was doing it. He would think about it sometimes and he always offered, but never said he wanted it. Yeah that would be changing. 

     It wasn't long before Han added a second finger and Minho's eyes rolled back. His breaths small puffs as he let the stretch pull at him. Han whined behind him, “Hyung you're so tight.”

     Minho chuckled then moaned as he spread his fingers, loosening him up. “I, I haven't been topped since we got together. Yeah, just like that.” Minho didn't know what he did, but it had just sent a zing of pleasure up his spine. He pushed back more against his hand, then he did it again and he huffed out. 

     “Do you need one more Baby?” Han asked as he leaned right next to his ear. He licked over his earlobe. 

     Minho nodded, “Yeah.” He whispered. 

     Stepping back again, Han gently pulled his cheeks apart and carefully added the third finger. He was being needlessly gentle, but it was his first time. They had time for Minho to teach him how he liked it. He hummed in his throat from the stretch, it had been maybe too long. He twisted his fingers inside and he rubbed around until he found his prostate. 

     Minho gasped and his arms almost gave out as the bundle of nerves was pressed into. He looked up at Han through the mirror and he was watching every move that he made, his bottom lip between his teeth. He felt himself melt, only Han Jisung could be so sexy and so adorable all at the same time. He pressed into him again and he couldn't hold back the moan and their eyes locked in the mirror. Han gave that sexy little smile of his, the lopsided one he only gave to him, and leaned on his hand next to him. His fingers didn't stop their slow assault on his prostate as he watched him. 

     “You look absolutely beautiful right now Baby. Are you ready?” Han whispered, his lips barely brushing against the shell of his ear making him shiver. 

     Minho nodded as Han's fingers slipped out. He squirmed and kept his whine at bay, letting Han choose the pace when really all he wanted was to be fucked hard and fast. But it was Han's first time, they would go at his speed. Han was behind him and he couldn't see him through the mirror so he looked back over his shoulder as Han got his slacks opened and pushed down his legs. He groaned, he always wondered how his cock would feel, it was a pretty cock with a nice girth. 

     Lube squirted along his shaft and Han spread it before coming up fully against him. An anticipation washed through him as he settled onto his elbows. Han froze for a second, his eyes slowly looking over his body. Minho playfully shook his ass, “Come on Jagi.”

     That seemed to pull him out of wherever he just went and in the next second he could feel the blunt tip of his cock against his rim. He swirled his hips as Han added pressure. Yes, yes, yes was all Minho could think until his head popped past his rim. Minho moaned, Han gasped as his hands dug into his hips. 

     “God Baby, you're so ti, tight.” Han huffed as he stilled. Looking at him through the mirror he was so sexy. He was always sexy, but Han during sex of any kind was the epitome of sexy. It didn't take long for him to thrust forward and they both groaned. He felt so good. 

     Han huffed again as his hips ground against his ass. “I, I don't think I'm gonna last Baby. It's almost too much.”

     Minho reached down and started stroking himself. “That's okay Jagi. You feel so good.” He said as he swirled his hips and Han's eyes rolled back a little before he pulled out then slammed back into him again. It was Minho turn to huff as he had tilted his ass just right to where he hit his prostate full on. “Like that.” He panted out. 

     That was the thing about Han, he was a fast study in anything he put his mind to. And right now he was slowly grinding against his prostate, soft little sighs and moans leaving him as he tried to get used to the sensation. But Minho knew he wouldn't, not this first time. 

     Suddenly Han leaned onto his hand and started really rolling his hips. Not too fast but fast enough to where they were both moaning as he slammed them together. It was getting loud in the echoey bathroom, but they didn't care. His breaths were huffing against Minho's cheek as he leaned over his back. He thrust in harshly and a loud moan ripped out of him that had looking at him through the mirror as a wicked smile pulled across his lips. 

     “Do you like it rough Baby?” He asked. All Minho could do was nod as he did it again. A strangled moan punched out of him. 

     Then it was like Han became possessed and was thrusting into him hard and fast. Minho tilted his ass and Han's cock was hitting his prostate with a precision that stole his voice. All that left him were short gasps of air as his mouth hung open at how good it felt. God he was perfect. His hands pulled at his hips making them slam together harder and Minho felt his legs tremble. He was close, could feel his balls tighten, then he felt Han's cock twitch inside him. 

     “Fuck yes, cum for me Jagi.” Minho gasped out. 

     Han groaned behind him and with one more harsh thrust the air punched out of Han and he was gasping as he ground against his prostate. A few deep rubs and Minho was cumming on the counter he was draped over. They moaned out as they slowly worked through their orgasms. 

     Minho felt shaky and Han flopped down against his back. His breathing hard as he came down from the high. Minho couldn't help but smile. He was keeping the corset, and the designer was getting a personal thank you note. 

Chapter Text

     The day had been hella long, practice was going good, but he kept getting distracted. He couldn't stop thinking about the night of the party. Minho hadn't touched him since, well sexually anyways. Sure, every night his strong tattooed arms wrapped around him and held him while they slept but he was always awake first, hunched over the art desk in his room. 

     Jisung would lay there watching him work until it was time for him to get ready for his classes. The mirror in the corner was angled just right so he could see the almost pissed off looking scowl he got whenever something didn't look right, or the playful smirk he got when it was fixed. Honestly Jisung could just lay there in his warm bed watching him all day if he could. Tomorrow was Saturday and he needed a break, so maybe that is what he would do. Not like Minho looked up while he was working anyways. 

     Climbing up the stairs Jisung dropped off his backpack and changed into his favorite hoodie and some sweats before heading to Minho's room. He knocked and didn't wait for an answer before he opened the door and stuck his head in. Minho was at the art desk, yet again, but he looked up and smiled when he saw him. 

     “Hey Hyung want some company?” Jisung asked with a smile. Sure he complained in his head that Minho was busy, but really he understood. Projects had to be done and Minho had always been a devoted student. 

     Minho nodded, “Sure. I'm almost done.”

     “Ohh really? Can I see it after?” Jisung said as he slipped into the room, closing the door behind him before flopping down onto the bed. He noticed a slight blush pass over Minho's ears. 

     “If you want to.” Minho said before going back to the art he was working on. 

     Jisung stayed quiet as he watched him work, concentration on his face as he did. He looked intense, but he was always intense, well not always. Those quiet moments at night cuddled up against his back, his nose nuzzling against the nape of his neck. Those moments were lovely. 

     An hour later with nothing but the sound of charcoal against paper, Minho finally sat up. Jisung watched through the mirror as his head tilted and his eyes scanned over whatever he had drawn. He gave a cute satisfied little nod then looked over to Jisung. 

     “Come on Mr. Art Critic. Give me your worst.” Minho said as he waved him over. 

     Jisung happily slipped off the bed and went over. As soon as he was in reach Minho grabbed his hips and pulled him into his lap. He could get used to this. Then he looked down at the drawing on the desk. His own face was staring back at him, a smirk on his lips, his tongue peeking out from the side of his mouth, eyes hooded looking out of the drawing. Around his face was a blend of flowers, spider webs, piano keys and music notes. It was stunning. He glanced back at Minho, “Wow. That's amazing.”

     Minho chuckled, “Thanks. I got a little inspired after the party for my final project and had to get it down.”

     Jisung looked back at the drawing, “What was the prompt?”

     He felt Minho's nose trace up the side of his neck. “Passion.” He simply said before kissing his neck. 

     Jisung couldn't stop the shiver that went down his spine as he was reminded, yet again, of their one night together. His hands skimmed under his hoodie and grabbed around his waist. “I have to say it was really nice having my inspiration in the room that I could reference whenever I needed to.”

     A scowl passed over his brow, “But you never looked at me.”

     A huff of a laugh left Minho's lips, “Of course I did. The same way you watched me.”

     Jisung's eyes popped up to the mirror and saw Minho watching him through it. He also noticed that with the angle he had a perfect view of the bed. Jisung licked his bottom lip and Minho's hands tightened around his waist and he squirmed in his lap. Minho hummed as his hands went higher up his sides. 

     “I have to admit Jagi, after our night together all of these little fantasies have been swirling around in my head of all the different things I want to do to you.” Minho said before suddenly standing them up and sweeping his hoodie over his head. 

     The cool air of the room was replaced with his chest and Minho ran his hands down his arms and made him lean on the art desk. “Don't move.” He said in his ear before he stepped back. 

      Minho took the drawing and rolled it up and put it in an art roll before he walked off towards the bed. Jisung watched him through the mirror as he went to the nightstand and got something out of the drawer. He saw a bottle of lube which made his cock twitch, but something else he couldn't identify in his hand. What did he have planned? 

     After classes a few days ago Minho had stopped by a very specific shop before he came home to work on his art project. He hoped Jisung liked his little surprise that he picked up for him. Walking back towards him, he was beautiful, the way he was leaning against his desk had made his torso stretch slightly, making his sweats slide down a little. The man was gorgeous. He set the lube on the desk and slipped the little toy into his sweats pocket as he leaned across his back. 

     Minho loved touching Jisung, his skin was smooth and soft, like brushed silk. He chuckled when he saw charcoal streaks around his waist. He was like living art, especially when he played the piano, he got lost in it. Hooking his hands into Jisung's waistband he pushed his sweats down his legs, the fabric catching his now hard cock, making it bob slightly. 

     “Eager aren't you.” Minho said as he bit into his shoulder. 

     Jisung hissed, then groaned as his tongue passed over the bite. “Have you seen you? Yes I'm eager.” Jisung playfully said. 

     Minho laughed as he sat back down on his chair and pulled up behind Jisung. “Well, we are going to go in a different direction today. Just to see if you can handle it. Forward on your elbows.”

     Jisung took a steadying breath as he did as he was told, his ass naturally arching so prettily. He reached up and ran his fingers down his spine and he watched through the mirror as his eyes rolled back and his bottom lip went between his teeth. Fuck, how did Minho get so lucky? 

     Grabbing the lube he opened the cap and Jisung twitched in front of him. He looked into the mirror and he was watching every move that Minho was making. He smirked as he spread his cheeks and squirt the lube right down between his perfect cheeks. A squeak left him and Minho chuckled, “Cold?”

     Jisung nodded, “A little bit.” But there wasn't any bite in his voice as Minho ran his fingers down and passed over his rim. Jisung squirmed. 

     Knowing that Jisung liked a little pain he really didn't prep much before his fingers roughly pushed past the tight muscle. The deep moan that came from Jisung would have made his cock instantly hard if it wasn't already. His ass pushed back against his hand and tightened around his fingers. He curled his fingers and found his prostate quickly and was rewarded with a stuttery breath from in front of him as he saw his hands curl around the top of his desk. 

     Minho leaned forward, “I got you a surprise the other day.” He said as his fingers slowly slipped out. Jisung whined as he chased his fingers. 

     Smiling Minho sharply slapped his ass before he pulled him into his lap and got his arm under his legs and pulled up into his chest. Jisung gasped at being manhandled and grabbed onto the arms of the chair as he turned the chair so they were fully facing the mirror. Jisung's head was resting on his shoulder and he reached into his pocket and took out the toy. 

     It was unassuming, shaped like an open oval. “Ever use one of these before?” Minho asked as Jisung tried to shift, but his arm was too tight around him. He shook his head. 

     Minho smiled, “Good.” He simply said as he reached forward and ran his fingers over his rim again. It was glistening in the lights he had strung behind the mirror because of the lube. Jisung squirmed unsuccessfully as he pushed the toy in. 

     Jisung stilled as he felt the toy rub up against his prostate and basically clamp around his body, the flat surface against his perineum. He swore he could feel them clamping together through the thin skin. Then there was a slight pressure and a click. His body jolted as the toy vibrated against his prostate and didn't stop. 

     “Look at me Jagi.” Minho whispered. 

     Huffing out a couple of breaths, trying to get used to the constant stimulation, Jisung looks up into the mirror. Minho has that beautiful smirk on his lips as their eyes lock and he pushes his fingers back past his rim making the toy shift harder against his prostate. 

     “Uh, shi, shit.” He pants out as his hands grab hard onto the arms of the chair. 

     It felt like every cell in his body was twitching. Jisung had never felt anything like it before. The constant vibration along with the feel of his fingers slowly working him was making his brain turn to mush. A third finger pushed in and his back bowed as far as it could, being trapped against Minho's chest. Suddenly there was another click and the vibrations got stronger. A moan ripped from Jisung the likes he had never heard before. It sounded desperate and whiny. 

     Minho licked his earlobe, “I could stay and watch you like this all day.”

     Jisung couldn't stop from shaking his head, it was overwhelming. Minho chuckled against his ear, “Awe, too much? Just wait until my cock’s inside you.”

     His voice was slightly mocking and Jisung loved it. He couldn't take his eyes away from the mirror. It was hypnotic to see and feel his fingers as they glided against his rim. Fuck it wasn't enough, he feared he would never get enough, not when it came to Minho. Minho pressed his fingers against the toy inside him and he groaned as his head tilted back again onto his shoulder. His arms were starting to shake from how tightly he was holding onto the arms of the chair. He could feel his orgasm getting close and suddenly the vibrations stopped with a click. 

     Jisung didn't stop the desperate whine that came from his throat, “Miinnnn!” He tried again to squirm, but was locked in by his arms. 

     “My poor Jagi.” Minho whispered into his ear as his fingers slipped out. He felt empty and he whimpered. 

     The cap of the lube opened again, getting his attention. Watching through the mirror he watched as Minho stroked his cock, spreading the lube on. “Is this what you want Jagi?”

     Jisung huffed out a breath, “Ye, yeah.” His voice sounded shaky, the anticipation evident. 

     His body may have calmed some but that nervous twitchy feeling was still under the surface. His breath hitched as Minho shifted him, then pushed his cock past his rim. Watching it happen along with the feel of the stretch, the sting, was surreal. 

     Minho clicked the button on the toy as he started thrusting up into him. Jisung's whole body shuddered. “Ah, fu, fuck.” He shouted and Minho laughed as he licked over his neck. 

     Running his hand up the back of Jisung's thigh, he unhooked his arm from behind his knees and replaced it with his hands. Jisung's legs spread slightly, his cock no longer trapped between his legs and stomach. He was still locked in against his chest and all he could do was take Minho's cock. 

     Fuck Jisung was absolutely gorgeous as he let himself float away with the sensations. His moans and sighs were addictive. The way his rim tightened before he thrust his cock back in. The sweat that was starting to lightly coat his skin. He hadn't lied, Minho could watch him all day like this. Sure it wasn't as rough as he thought Jisung preferred it, but with the way his breaths were hitching he was starting to get over stimulated with the toy, it was a different type of pain. 

     Jisung's legs started to twitch slightly and his deep moans were getting louder. He smiled as he took his weight on one arm again and stopped the toy and stopped moving. “Nooooo, fuck.” He whined from in front of him. Minho smiled at that. 

     Pulling his cock out, another whine from Jisung, he sat him in his lap. As soon as he had control of his body again he squirmed, his body seeming to nuzzle against his. “Your perfect Jagi, you know that. Turn around for me.”

     Slowly and on shaky legs Jisung stood and turned around. Minho had him pulled back against his chest before he could think. Jisung melted against his chest and Minho took the opportunity to turn the toy back on. Jisung trembled against him, his breath sweet puffs of air in his face as Minho guided his legs over the arms of the chair. His fingers were digging into his shoulders as he squirmed in his lap. 

     “Hmmm, you've been so good this week Jagi. Patiently waiting as I worked. Thank you for that.” Minho said as their lips brushed against each other. 

     Jisung whimpered softly, “Uh huh.” He managed to get out. 

     Minho wrapped his arm around his tiny fucking waist and pulled him up his body just enough to get the tip of his cock back inside. Jisung's forehead rested against his and he moaned in his face, the sound was almost guttural. Loosening his grip around his waist, Minho let gravity take over and slowly Jisung slid down his cock. The view in the mirror was hot as hell, watching Jisung slowly take him, his arms shaking as he held on, the sheen of sweat across his shoulders, the way he could just barely catch his toes curling from how good he was feeling, how good Minho was making him feel. 

     He felt Jisung tighten his legs and suddenly he slammed himself down against his cock. A sexy little “ah” left his lips as he fully sat in his lap. Minho ground up into him and pushed down on his thighs, making him go deeper. Jisung's lips found his as he groaned. The kiss was just as desperate as the man in his lap. It was messy, sexy, and slightly unhinged. 

     Breaking the kiss Jisung leaned back on his hands on the arms of the chair. He used what little leverage he had to rise up then grind down on Minho's cock. Fuck he felt so good. Minho's fingers dug into his hips and lifted him higher before they slammed together again. Jisung's breath hitched as his cock slammed into his already sensitive prostate just adding to the vibration. He wasn't going to last, he needed to cum so badly, needed Minho to cum, needed to feel it. 

     And just like he was reading his mind Minho started fucking him fast and hard. Jisung was basically bouncing in his lap, his ass slamming down onto his sweats covered thighs. His breaths were nothing but pants as he kept himself upright and tilted back. “Please Min. Fu, fuck.”

     Minho leaned forward and wrapped his arms around his body, his hand grabbing his shoulder and slammed them together harder. It stole Jisung's breath for a moment. A slight click and the vibrations became more intense and he almost screamed from the intensity. He couldn't hold back and his orgasm washed through him, his moans loud as he grabbed at Minho, clawing into his back. Minho hummed before he too was moaning and grinding into his ass. 

     Jisung's orgasm lasted for ever, his body not stopping from the vibrations against his prostate. He twitched as it became painful, little whimpers leaving him as he tried and failed to get away. Minho laughed as another click sounded in the room. The vibrations stopped and Jisung slumped against Minho's body. 

     “Next time I'll just turn that on and watch you writhe for a few hours.” Minho said as he kissed up the side of his neck. 

     Jisung huffed out a laugh, “Looking forward to it.”

Chapter Text

     “Ah, this isn't working. It's not giving off the right vibes.” Wooyoung suddenly said as he stood with his camera. 

     Han relaxed his back against the bed and sat up onto his knees. He wiggled a little to loosen the muscles, two hours of posing can be hell on the body if you didn't stretch and move in between sets. “Ok, then what does the vibe need?” He said kind of brattily. 

     He had only worked with Wooyoung a few times and he had found the rumours were true. He was difficult, always changing his mind on the direction the shoot should go. 

     “I have a suggestion.” Han glanced over at the man he'd been avoiding looking at as he posed through the different lingerie sets. He was unsettlingly beautiful. 

     “What's that Min?” Seonghwa called out from his chair behind Wooyoung. 

     Minho stepped closer and leaned on the footboard that Han was sitting next to. “Well, this look is supposed to be the comfortable set you would put on after a night of mind blowing sex right?”

     Seonghwa nodded. Minho smiled and then looked at Han, “Well what would you look like if said sex God showed up for round two?”

     Han felt himself blush slightly at being so close and having Minho smirk at him the way he was. “That's a fantastic idea.” Wooyoung said. “Minho, would you play the sex God so Han has someone to look at? Oh and if you get in the shot we can make you a shadow creature since it will be in the October issue. Shadow Daddy's are all the rage right now.”

     Minho shrugged non committedly. “Sure I can play a sex God for a few shots.” He said while watching Han, who could feel the heat in his face spread to his ears. 

     Han quickly slipped off the bed, “I'll be right back.” He said as he quickly walked across the warehouse space they were using for the shoot to the bathroom. He needed to get himself under control again. Why him? Why did Wooyoung pick him? 

     Shutting the door behind him, Han leaned on the sink. He wanted to splash himself with water but that would just fuck up Hwa's hard work. He took a steadying breath, he could do this. He could pretend, he was good at pretending, he'd been pretending all his life. It's how he survived. He took another deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror, he really did love this set. Navy blue lace, tight fitting across the chest and his arms ending in a crop right under his pecs. The matching mini boxer briefs the same form fitting lace. It really left nothing to the imagination, but it was sexy. Everything Hwa had made was sexy. 

     The color slowly calmed in his face and he shook himself before heading back out of the bathroom. Hwa looked concerned until Han smiled his brightest smile at him. His friend relaxed and Han crawled back up onto the messy bed, the sheets perfectly unmade like sex had been had there. 

     The shoot went quickly from there, Wooyoung clinging onto the new direction. Han posed as he leaned on his elbows, like he was seeing his lover again, when he was in fact looking at the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. He softened his gaze to make it not so obvious that he was staring. Then he was kneeling in the bed, his lower back arched, legs spread, his hands on the bed, a look of lust on his face. That was when Han was directed to crawl across the bed. As he did Minho moved closer. Fuck he didn't just walk, he seemed to stalk, like a predator. Their eyes locked the closer they got as Han leaned against the footboard, his back arching prettily. They were so close and his eyes held him in place, like a cobra does to its prey, hypnotized by the almost black of his irises.

     “Fuck that was hot!” Wooyoung suddenly called out and Han was able to pull away from his eyes. “I think we got everything we need.”

     Good cuz all Han wanted to do was run away and hide now. They had gotten so close he could feel his breath on his face. He had never felt compelled to reach out and touch someone like he had when Minho had been so close. Thankfully Minho stepped back and went off to break down the other sets that were used before he had been interrupted to play sex God. 

     Han allowed himself the time to get dressed as the others bustled around the room. Hwa and Wooyoung went over the shots that were taken, discussing which ones Hwa wanted to use for the 10 looks they photographed. 

     “You never cease to amaze me Han!” Hwa said as he came out in his skinny jeans and oversized T-shirt. “You were made for my stuff, you're the only model I'm ever going to use.”

     Han waved his hand, “Yeah yeah until you can convince your hubby to model for you then I'll be left in the dust.” He playfully said. 

     Hwa laughed, “He'll never model for me, well publicly at least.”

     Wooyoung chuckled. “Ok, so that's it for me. I'll get those edits we discussed done and get everything sent to you for final approval by Friday. It was nice working with you again Han.” He waved as he picked up his bag. 

     “Same. I have to say you definitely have an eye.” Han said. Was Wooyoung difficult to work with? Yes. But he never made you look bad. 

     Han grabbed his messenger bag and walked over to Hwa, “Your designs are beautiful. I'm so proud of you.” He said sincerely. 

     Hwa blushed as he held up a large bag for him. “These are for you. It's the entire line.”

     Han went to protest, but Hwa wasn't having any of that and just walked away. Han chuckled at his normal tactic of getting Han to do what he wanted, ignoring his bratty self. Then he became aware that he was alone with Minho after Hwa disappeared down the stairs. 

     “It was nice meeting you Han.” Minho's voice was much closer than he had expected and it made him jump a little. He chuckled, “Sorry.” He didn't sound sorry as Han turned. 

      Han smiled as he shook his head, “No need to apologize, I'm a naturally jumpy person. I'm glad you've taken such good care of Hwa for me. Taemin was an awful assistant.”

     Minho nodded, “Yes he was. I think Hwa has grown so much over the last couple of months, his confidence in himself so much better than it was. Joongie had a lot to do with that.”

     “Yes, his personal muse.” Han said. He looked down and rocked on his heels. “I, I should probably head out. It's gonna be dark soon.”

     Minho took Han's hand and gently kissed the back, “I'm sure you have a glass of wine and a bubble bath waiting for you at home.”

     That was exactly what was waiting for him, but he couldn't speak. His hand where his lips had touched was warm, his palm smooth against his. He slowly nodded. Minho smiled as he released his hand and stepped back. “Hope to see you again soon Han. Get home safe.”

      The entire way home all Han could think about was Minho. Minho. Minho. Minho. His pouty upper lip, his feline-like eyes, that single little freckle on his nose, his smirk, the way his leather pants had clung to his thighs, the predatory way he walked. The man was consuming his thoughts. Hell, even once he got home and ordered dinner, had his glass of wine and had the hottest bubble bath known to man, all he could think about was Minho. Even the place he had kissed the top of his hand still was warm from his lips. He felt as if he had marked him somehow, laid a weird kind of claim that he didn't understand. 

     It was late by the time Han started putting the sets away that Hwa gifted him and when he got to the Navy blue long sleeve lace one he smiled. It really was his favorite. He rarely ever slept in clothes but for some reason he wanted that weird feeling back that he had earlier as he had locked eyes on Minho, like prey. So he put it back on and slipped between his satin sheets, blood red. He hummed as the satin traced across the lace and relaxed against the sensation. As he slowly let sleep pull him under he imagined what Minho fingers would feel like tracing across his skin. 

     It started as just a slight touch on his shoulder. Gentle, slow, tracing the pattern of the lace he was wearing. A warmth coming from beside him, but not pressed against his side as he was on his stomach cuddled up to his pillow. Blinking his eyes open, Han's room was filled with a low hazy red glow, his vision seemed blurred at the edges. He tried to move but his limbs felt heavy. The slow tracing stopped and a hand wrapped around his shoulder and helped him turn over. 

     Han rolled to his back and he slid, almost like a puzzle piece, right into Minho's waiting arms. He was on his side, propped up on his elbow, his skin glowed in the odd light. He was beautiful like this. He smiled as he cupped Han's cheek. “I was hoping you'd put this back on.” He said softly before leaning over and kissing him. 

     It was like being kissed for the first time all over again. His lips were soft and slow, there was no rush. Han rolled towards him and he fit up against his body like he belonged. Minho hummed as he licked his bottom lip, silently asking for him to open to him. Han wouldn't ever say no, he wouldn't dare. The moment their tongues touched Han let out a soft moan and his hands skimmed up Minho's smooth chest, he felt like the softest silk he had ever touched.

     Minho's hand moved from his cheek and hooked his neck as the kiss deepened. It was heaven and all Han could do was dig his fingers into his chest as a kiss slowly broke him down. They shifted to Han partially on his back, Minho's leg going between his thighs. The drag of his leather pants against his bare skin made him squirm. Then the kiss ended with Minho sucking on his tongue. Han huffed out a breath and groaned. 

     “You will never know how happy I was to meet you Han.” A soft kiss to his chin. “Someone as beautiful as you, so sexy.” A lick up the side of his neck. “I knew I had to taste you.” A gentle nip to his ear lobe. 

     Minho's hand slid down his neck to trace over the lace on his chest. Han whimpered at the sensation as his finger moved over his nipple before softly pinching through the lace. “I want to lick every last inch of skin you have.” Minho whispered before he shifted and his mouth closed around his now hard nipple. 

     Han gasped at the feeling of his wet tongue through the lace. His hand moved up into his hair, it was just as silky smooth as his skin. His chest arched towards his mouth and he sucked a little harder, pulling a deep moan from Han. Minho moved, pushing him completely onto his back and slipping between his legs. He didn't put his weight on him, but stayed suspended above him, his leather clad thighs brushing against his legs. His hands went around his waist and they slid up to his ribs. Han's eyes rolled back at his intoxicating touch. 

     Kissing across his lace covered chest Han squirmed until he licked over his other nipple as his hands trailed down his back and sides to grab his ass. Han's breath hitched, it wasn't rough, it was reverent. A palm moved up to his lower back and pulled their bodies closer, his back arching like he had done at the shoot. His fingers dug a little harder into his scalp and Minho moaned against his chest as he licked over his nipple. 

      Shuffling down a little Minho licked up his stomach. “You are so beautiful, you should be encased in glass, forever unchanging.” Han huffed out at his words. A gentle kiss and a flick of a wet tongue right above the waistband of the panties he was wearing. “You taste like how heaven would look.” Han's legs closed around his chest as the hand on his ass moved down the back of his thigh, his fingertips making him tremble. “Don't even get me started on how soft you feel. The poets wouldn't be able to put it into words.”

      Han opened his eyes and the red seemed to have become stronger as he watched Minho push his leg open and lick up his thigh. He didn't stop the moan that came out of him as his leg pushed against his tongue, it had been so long since he had been touched like this. He didn't stop where his hip and leg met, no, his tongue went across lace and licked up his cock. The drag against the lace was sinful and he arched at how unexpectedly good it felt. His tongue caught slightly on the lace adding little surprising vibrations. 

     Minho took his leg and placed it over his shoulder, with more care than he would have expected as his hands grabbed at the back of his panties and pulled them down enough to free his cock. Soft licks and open mouthed kisses followed, going up the underside of his cock. Han's head pushed back into the pillows as his whole body rolled, he had never felt like this, it was the sweetest torture. Slow, loving. Everything he had missed for so long. 

     His tongue licked over the head of his cock and Han groaned, his leg tightening around Minho's back holding him in place. Minho chuckled as fingers passed over his rim and his mouth closed around his cock. Han huffed as a buzzing settled in his body. Both hands now fisted in his hair as he whimpered with each gentle suck and each slow massage of his fingers. 

     A strong arm wrapped around Han's other leg and lifted his ass off the mattress. “Oh fuck,” he gasped out as Minho's mouth came off his cock and licked over his rim. Then he heard the tearing of lace as his panties were ripped open. 

     “As pretty as they were, they were in the way.” Minho said before his flat tongue licked over his rim. Han would mourn them later. Suddenly lips sealed around his rim and a filthy moan ripped from his throat and his body basically seized as his tongue pushed inside. He didn't know that was possible but he wasn't going to complain as a jolt of electric pleasure went up his spine. Minho's hands dug into his ass as he spread him as wide as he could. 

     Whimpers left Han with each thrust of his tongue that seemed to fight and resist the sucking. He needed more and he tried to push further down onto his tongue, but he was firmly held in place. His lips released and his tongue slid out slowly, making Han tremble under him. His tongue licked up over his balls and up his cock as he was lowered into the bed again. 

     “I can't wait to be inside you, I bet I'll fit in perfectly.” Minho said, his voice soft but strained as he kissed up his body, his hands following making him squirm and wanting him pressed against him. 

     Their lips sealed together and Han wrapped around his body, wanting him to stay in his arms forever. His hands went under him and dug into his back as he pulled their chests together. Leather rubbed against his cock and Han had a need to feel him. Not as patiently as Minho he ran his hands down to the buttons and fly of his pants, and with a focus he couldn't imagine having right now, had them opened and his hand around his cock. 

     Fuck he was big. Han groaned as he twitched in his hand. The kiss ended and Han could see nothing but desire written on Minho's face. He licked the center of Han's bottom lip before sitting up on his knees. Imagining as a sex God during the shoot was nothing to what he was seeing now. Minho was perfect, muscular yet soft, beautiful, hauntingly so. His hands smoothed up his legs and grabbed the shredded sides of his panties and pulled them down his legs. He had to help by lifting his legs up and before he could put them down Minho stopped him by grabbing behind his knees. 

     Han adjusted so he could continue stroking him as he planted one of his feet on his thigh. “Stay just like that, my pretty one.” He whispered as his fingers passed over the flesh of his inner thigh. He leaned over to the nightstand where Han kept his lube and grabbed it, opening the cap and getting some on his fingers. 

     Anticipation flooded through Han as his fingers were back at his rim. There were only a couple of passes of his fingers before he pushed inside and curled right into his prostate. Han groaned and his grip tightened around Minho's cock making him huff a few breaths. “Fuck you're incredible.” He breathed out as he kissed his knee then licked the spot. 

     That sent a wave of emotion through Han that he had never felt before. Those whispered words and that soft kiss made him feel cherished, something he had always longed for. Something he had never had. He didn't want Minho to see the tears that were forming in his eyes so he turned his face into the pillow as he moaned when Minho's fingers pressed harder as a third finger slipped past his rim. He spread his fingers making Han's back bow harshly as he panted, the stretch felt so good, his hand almost lost grip on Minho's cock. 

     “I wish I could keep you like this forever, waiting for my cock, squirming under me.” Minho said as he slipped his fingers out and laid him back in the bed. 

     Han couldn't stay still as his eyes opened. Minho raised up and pushed his pants down his hips and thighs. He felt himself basically drool and he groaned as his body became more naked. He had to taste him. Untangling himself from Minho's body he turned and bent over, Minho went to stop him but Han gave him a look that clearly said please. Minho's face softened and his thumb ran across his cheeks, he nodded before grabbing his hips and pulling his ass up high. 

     Licking over the head of his cock Han caught the precum and moaned before he sealed his mouth around him. He tasted sweet almost, addictive. Minho hummed above him as his hands ran down his back to his hips and slowly started thrusting deeper into his mouth. Han moaned at the slow movements. He had been in this situation before, but it was always rushed and bruising, this was far from those times. Even when his cock tapped the back of his throat it was a slow drag, nothing like the jabs he was used to. 

     Minho's fingers tightened around his hips as he rolled his cock into his mouth. His breath hitched as Han swallowed around him, tightening around him. “Fuck Han, I'm not gonna be able to let you go now.”

     Han whined, he didn't want to let him go either. He wrapped his hands around the back of his thighs and pushed further down his cock. Minho groaned as he stilled, seeming to enjoy the feeling of his mouth before giving a few short grinding thrusts. Then he was pulling out of his mouth and pulling him against his body. The kiss that followed made Han's toes curl at its intensity, it was passion, it was lust, it was desire, everything that Han had wanted for so long. The kiss broke long enough to get the lace shirt off over his head before he was laying them down, Han dropped across his chest. 

     “I need to be inside you,” Minho panted between kisses. 

     Han broke the kiss this time and reached for the lube and he slipped over his lap straddling him. Getting some lube in his hand he reached back and stroked his cock, the smell of vanilla swirling around them. He loved this part, the neediness between partners, the want before the satisfaction. And all of that was written on Minho's face and in the way his hands skimmed across his body. He touched him like he was in awe of him and Han held onto it like his last breath. 

     Raising up he propped himself up with a hand on Minho's chest as he aligned his cock with his rim. The moment his cock pushed past his rim Han saw stars and moaned. He let go of his cock and rested his other hand on Minho's stomach, fuck he felt so good. 

     Minho's fingers dug into his thighs as they slowly moved together, his cock going deeper with each roll of their hips. It was like an erotic dance that Han had never known the moves for before but it just clicked. They slowly came together and Han swirled his hips as he settled against him. He whimpered as a tear finally fell down his cheek, he was overwhelmed by everything that was happening. The gentle touches, the soft kisses.

     Slowly Han rose up then slowly came back down on his cock. He moaned as his head fell forward, his fingers digging into Minho's chest and waist. Minho shifted inside him with the next thrust and he tapped his prostate. Han huffed out as he almost tipped forward from the force of it. His whole body shook as Minho took over, holding him in his lap as he ground up into him. His short little thrusts making his own cock twitch against his stomach. 

     Minho's hand ran up his body, catching one of his tears with his finger. Han opened his eyes as Minho licked the tear from his fingertip, his eyes rolling back. “Even your tears are heavenly.” He murmured before sitting up, his legs crossed under Han. 

     Minho molded Han, his thighs now holding tight around his ribs, his arm tight around Han's waist, holding him in place as he continued that slow thrusting. His other hand dug into his thigh as he raised him before slamming him down into his cock. Han's eyes rolled back on a moan. “Look at you, so beautiful, the sounds you make could bring angels and demons to their knees.”

     The feel of Minho's breath against the skin of his neck sent a shiver down his spine as a fire spread through him with each thrust. Even though they were harder there was a tenderness to them, the drag of his cock inside him not painful. Han wrapped his arms around his shoulders and Minho groaned. His hands shifted up his back holding him up as he leaned Han back a little, his lips kissing along his collar bones. 

     Not expecting it, Han found that Minho possessed the strength to swing his body in the position onto his cock. His cock hitting his prostate harder made his knees dig in harder around his ribs. The fire spiked in his veins as his hands moved down his back, his own fingers digging in as his head lulled back. His moans were getting louder, the thrusts getting deeper, the kisses becoming sucks against his skin. Minho's own moans making Han's skin form goosebumps. 

      “Cum for me Hannie, please.” The reverent whisper washed over Han as he thrust harshly into him. Han cried out as he was cumming. The force of it took his breath away as his legs curled around Minho, making him go deeper. His head tilted back as he felt Minho twitch inside him before he slammed them together so hard that Han had no option but to take a breath. He groaned as they ground against each other, riding out the pleasure flowing through them. 

     Minho pulled Han up against his chest and Han felt boneless. He melted into his chest as Minho's fingers slowly ran across his back. “I can't let you go.” Minho whispered into his ear. 

     Han smiled as he kissed his shoulder. “Then don't.”

     Suddenly a weird sound pierced the silence of the room. It sounded like ringing. “Nooo.” Minho whined out. 

     Han sat up and stilled. Minho's eyes didn't look normal in the red light of the room, they were dark, now they looked bright, almost glowing. Minho gently cupped his cheek as he sadly smiled, the ringing getting louder. “I'll see you soon.” He said before kissing his lips. 

     The sound of his phone ringing slowly slipped into Han's sleep. He sat up and looked around. The room was dark, no red light, he was still dressed. Fuck, that was a dream? 

     He grabbed his phone and answered it. It was a wrong number. It was 4 o'clock in the morning. Who calls someone else that damn early, that was just plain rude. He got up to get some water when he noticed his legs were wobbly. He ignored the fact he only got like that after sex and made his way to his kitchen. As he grabbed a bottle of water he noticed something else. There was a calm settled within him like there had never been before. He also felt relaxed, again that only happened after sex. 

     What kind of dream did he have? He started making his way back to his room when there was a soft knock on his front door. Who would be knocking at 4 in the morning? He went over and looked out his peephole. Minho was standing on the other side. Han blanched as another soft knock came to the door. 

     With a shaky hand Han unlocked the door before slowly opening it. He shielded his body with the door since he was still in the lingerie set. Minho looked up and smiled at him. “We need to talk.”