seventy-six

Minho chased Mochi away with another irritated growl before he slipped his tongue into Jisung's mouth. He quickly dominated the kiss and pushed Jisung down on the couch, hovering over his body. There was only one thought in his mind right now. He wanted Jisung.

He pulled Jisung's bottom lip in between his teeth, biting him and making him shudder at his aggressiveness. His head was spinning, his blood boiling. This time, there was no one nearby to interrupt them. This time, they were alone.

When their lips parted, they made a soft, wet sound, a string of saliva connecting them. Minho leaned his forehead against Jisung's and smirked before he slipped his hands beneath the hoodie he was wearing.

"I like it when you wear my clothes," he murmured. "But I'd like it more when you wouldn't wear anything at all. So let's get rid of this." He removed Jisung's hoodie and teasingly ran his fingers over his chest.

Jisung blushed at his boldness, his heart pounding loudly in his chest, the lust within him growing as every second passed. "I want you," he managed to say before he felt his leggings get abruptly pulled down.

He buried one hand in Minho's dark hair, the other wandering over his back. Their bodies were now pressed up against each other, but he didn't like that Minho was still fully clothed while he wasn't. So he tugged on his shirt and smirked slyly.

"Is my dear boyfriend getting impatient?" Minho drawled and grinned smugly before he finally slipped his shirt over his head, revealing his muscular body. Just to tease Jisung some more, he turned them over and they switched positions.

"Go on, take the lead," he chuckled throatily. Jisung was unsure on what he should do since he wasn't good at these things. But he wouldn't allow his inexperience to get the best of him at this moment. Never.

He trailed wet kisses down on Minho's neck, lingering in a spot where he knew he was particularly sensitive. His hands hovered down Minho, exploring his body, only to realize that the latter was still wearing pants.

He moved lower towards Minho's hips so he could reach the clasp of his pants. Opening it skillfully, he slipped his pants downs his legs, getting rid of it. However, he came to regret doing that when he heard Minho chuckle lowly.

"What are you laughing at?" He inquired, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"Nothing," he grinned playfully. "I love you," he whispered just seconds before Jisung pressed his lips against his. That night, they both drowned in their own desires and lust.

To be continued...

May the heavens forgive me for creating this. I actually feel SSICK after writing this lmao. Three stages of writing smut be like: Flustered, cringe, regret.

Mochi watching them in the corner of the room be like: