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Minho parted his lips slightly, feeling tension rise in between them. Jisung met his gaze and abruptly closed the distance between them. His lips crashed on Minho's and he kissed him hungrily, overwhelming him with the suddenness of his actions.

Minho's pulse rose, his pupils dilated; it didn't matter that he was in hell right now, he felt like he was floating on cloud nine towards heaven. The corners of his mouth quirked up and a happy smile spread over his face. He had missed Jisung.

He had underestimated just how much he had missed him, so he was surprised by himself when his tears spilled over. He slowly placed his arms around Jisung's neck and brought him closer to himself. They broke the kiss, but not for long.

Their lips met a second time as Minho sat on Jisung's lap and bowed down to kiss him fervently. He sneakily bit his lower lip before he slipped his tongue into Jisung's mouth. Fire coursed through Jisung, drove him insane, and made him want more. He was burning and couldn't get enough.

Minho then lifted him, carried him to the bed, and dropped him carefully. His hands that had previously been on Jisung's back now ran down his sides, leaving a trail of burning heat—and he smirked when his body shuddered under his touch.

Breaking their kiss, Minho sat up and hesitated to take a step further. "Are you okay, Jisung?" He mumbled huskily, his eyes clouded with lust, but there was a hint of worry within them. Even after all this time, he hadn't forgotten about Jisung's fear.

"Yes," he whispered, and that was all the confirmation Minho needed before he kissed him again, their lips melting together. His heart started to beat faster when Jisung deepened the kiss, fueling the lust that was building within him.

Minho's lips softly pecked the corner of Jisung's mouth before he moved lower, down his jugular where he was particularly sensitive. Leaving a wet trail, he placed countless sloppy kisses on Jisung's neck, and just when he kept his guard down, Minho lightly bit him.

"A-Ah, Minho, what are you doing?" He breathed, barely able to form words. His thoughts were hazy, his mind unable to focus on anything besides the desire within him.

"Making sure you're feeling good," he said and sent Jisung a sultry smirk. "Do you not like it?" He asked, tilting his head and pretending he didn't already know the answer.

Jisung squirmed beneath him, feeling flustered and too shy to admit it. "I... maybe I do," he mumbled, avoiding Minho's roguish grin that revealed his amusement.

"Should I continue then?" He drawled, seeing Jisung nod at him in response. A devilish smirk spread over his lips before he went back to doing what he was best at, though this time he attacked the other side of Jisung's neck where he left a rather visible red mark.

Jisung wasn't complaining though. He'd gotten addicted to Minho's touches and couldn't get enough of them—especially since they had been separated for too long. Minho apparently did all he could do to make up for the lost time.

Just the second Minho moved lower towards Jisung's hips, someone screamed from right behind them. "Get your nasty asses out of here! Why the fuck are you guys doing this in my room?!"

Startled, they both shot up and snapped their heads around to see Chan along with the other demons, their shocked faces almost looking like a still frame.

"Damn, I think we entered at the wrong time..." Jeongin breathed, flabbergasted by the sight in front of him. "Someone please erase my memories right now. This view might haunt me in my dreams forever."

To be continued...

The ghosts in my room watching me scream like a dinosaur while I write this chapter:

Istg I'm just not built for smut. I just can't-

I cringe every second while trying to write it GHAHAHA