eighty-two
The Mannequin - Minsung
Warning: "COCK" - KIM TAEHYUNG
Jisung has run. To the bathroom. The door is shut.
Minho's standing outside of it. His heart's pounding.
"Jisung..." He calls out. He doesn't know. If he can go in. If he should.
Jisung's face was all panicked. Shocked. And that worries Minho.
He has always tried to be careful.
Even when Jisung was the one asking. Wanting more from him. Minho didn't feel that it was proper consent.
If Jisung ran... then how can Minho just go in? How can he know? If Jisung minds being seen? If it's okay for him to see Jisung... like that...
"Hey..." Minho says. His hand's on the door. "I want to know if you're okay..." He knocks. Wants to hear something. Anything. That can tell him how to act. To decide. To stay. Leave. Or... go in.
Then he hears something: a quiet cry. A short gasp.
He doesn't think for a second more. He goes in. "Jisâ"
Jisung's leaning against the wall. A hand's in his pants. Another is over his mouth... to keep himself quiet. His face is pink. His eyes are tearful.
"I d-don't know... I can't..." Jisung cries. He's helpless. Hard.
Minho immediately understands. Jisung has never done this before. Obviously, he hasn't. How could he? With the life he lived?
Most of his time was spent being a mannequin. Barely human.
"It's okay," Minho says. He carefully... steps closer. Swallows.
His gaze sweeps over Jisung. He wants... to drop to his knees. Lift Jisung. Take him to bed. Love him. Sweetly. Tenderly.
"I d-dont..." Jisung says behind his hand. His eyes are averted now.
Is it from Minho's stare? Yeah. It must be.
He must feel ashamed. Scared. Because this is a new feeling for him. Now he's here. Having to show himself. To Minho. Someone he loves.
He's not ready for it... is he?
Minho moves. Keeps his gaze on his face. His tearful eyes.
He touches Jisung's arm. "Would you let me...?"
Jisung's hand lowers. It curls into Minho's shirt. "I..."
Minho tilts his chin. Gently kisses him.
He kisses him the same way he always does. Just the way Jisung's used to. So he can feel okay. Reminded. That he's safe. Loved.
Jisung's left panting. Minho kisses softly down his jaw. "Sungie... Can I help you?" He's so aware of him. This close.
"I d-don't know... how..." Jisung says. His breath's shaky.
Minho's stomach coils. At his voice. At the heat coming from him. "I know... I said I'll teach you, didn't I?"
Jisung squirms. His hips jerk closer. "H-How..."
"I'll just touch you," Minho says.
"W-With your hand...?"
"If that's what you want..."
Jisung buries his head into Minho's shoulder. "Okay..."
Minho's heart thrums. Through his whole body.
He's got one arm around Jisung's narrow waist. He brushes his other hand lower. Down his hips. Across his stomach. He feels his smooth skin.
Jisung quivers. His mouth's on Minho's shoulder. His arms get tighter. Because his body almost shifts down. From his weak knees.
"Y-You can tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable..."
Jisung's answer is a moan. Into his shoulder.
Minho has slipped his hand into Jisung's pants. He feels himself throbbing. He lets out a low groan. Jisung is so aroused. Hot. Hard. Wet.
Minho sucks on his skin. His fingers spread the fluid over Jisung's length. His excitement's... overflowing. He desires to do more.
He strokes him. Then he feels Jisung's teeth. On his shoulder.
"M-Minho..." Jisung moves his hips up. His arms shake.
Minho tightens his arm around him. Jisung fits so well into his body.
He places a kiss on his ear. His cheek.
"Mm..." The little sound from Jisung makes Minho twitch. He wants to press on Jisung. Join their lengths. Feel him against himself.
"Fuck... this feels nice..." Minho murmurs. Speeds up.
The slick sounds... Jisung's gasps... his own breaths...
They echo in the bathroom.
Minho moans too. Into his ear. "You're so beautiful," he whispers. Then he kisses him. Grunts from his desire.
"W-Wait, Iâ" Jisung tries to pull away. But Minho holds him.
"It's okay," Minho says. "You have to come? It's okay."
"B-Butâ ah!" Jisung's mewls get louder... frantic...
Minho tugs his head back. Slides his tongue into Jisung's mouth. Reaches deep in hunger. Want. His mind's filledâ
Of all the ways he can love Jisung. How his body would feel. Under him. Over him. His bare skin. Burning. Against his own. His mouth on him. This voice... of desperation. Pleasure. As he pounds into him.
Minho pulls back. Lets Jisung breathe.
He keeps whispering words. Leaving kisses...
Until Jisung spurts. Into his hand. On their clothes.
Minho kisses his head. Listens to him catch his breath.
"Are... you okay?" He asks in between pants.
Jisung makes a weak sound. Hugs his neck. Buries his face in it.
Minho removes his hand gently. From his underwear. He brings it up. Looks at it. He feels elated. Jisung... got aroused. And he reduced him to pleasured whimpers. Brought him to his climax.
"Minho... I g-got you all dirty..." Jisung says.
"It's okay. I'll just change. Do you want me to get you clothes too?"
"Okay..." Jisung says. He's not looking at Minho. Tears are still in his eyelashes. His cheeks are rosy.
Minho presses a kiss to one cheek. Then another.
Jisung's eyes meet his now. "Thank you... I love you..."
Oh, he's so cute. Minho smiles. "I love you too... Um, do you want to step in for a quick shower now?"
Jisung's eyes widen. His cheeks become a brighter red.
Minho chuckles. "We can shower together some other time."
Jisung lets out a breath. "Y-Yeah... Okay."
Minho brushes his bangs aside. "Okay, go in. I'll bring you clothes."
Later... Jisung's wrapped up. In huge bath towels.
Minho apologizes. Then his own embarrassment goes away quickly. From seeing Jisung's cute face.
"Here you go. Is this okay?" Minho says. He's holding out a pair of shorts. A shirt. Underwear.
Jisung nods. Holds the clothes to his chest. His hair's still wet. His other hand's clutching the towels together. His eyes flick to the door.
"I'll wait for you to get dressed, okay?" Minho says.
He pecks Jisung's cheek. Steps out.
To be continued...
HELP I JUST REALIZED THAT I WROTE THIS WHEN IT'S LITERALLY HOLY WEEK RIGHT NOWÂ ðð