#bottom!minho

He’d had some kind of wet dream–one that he now couldn’t remember–but the effects still remained. And what was worse was the fact that he could feel Jisung’s own dick pressed against his lower back from how he was spooning him, and it was most definitely hard as well. His mouth filled with saliva and he gulped it down. When he shifted he could feel Jisung twitch behind him and it only made the burning need in his stomach intensify, the ache in his cock grow. 

He didn’t want to wake Jisung up. They had been busy lately and Jisung had already fucked him well before they went to sleep, so Minho knew he couldn’t be greedy, but fuck. He was so horny it was making him dizzy. He needed something, anything. He felt so incredibly empty and it didn’t help that he was still stretched from when he had ridden Jisung previously. The ache still remained in his ass and his thighs and rather than satiating him, it only made him crave more. 

Perhaps he could get up without Jisung waking and get off quickly. He tried wiggling out of his grasp, but that caused him to mumble in his sleep and stir. Shit.

He inhaled slowly through his nose and tried to picture anything at all that could get his hard cock to go down–old grannies, the ugly monster from the shitty horror movie he and Jisung had just watched–but nothing worked. Jisung had even shifted so now instead of his dick pressing into Minho’s back, it was pressed into his ass, so close yet so far away from where he actually needed it. 

Minho instinctively rolled his hips back against Jisung’s crotch and suppressed a groan at the feeling. His stomach stirred and his cock twitched in the confines of his boxers. He needed to stop, go back to sleep, let Jisung sleep, he–

“Jagi.” 

Minho gasped at the sound of Jisung’s sleep-addled voice, followed by a press of his hips against him. He shuddered and exhaled through his nose. “Hannie?” he whispered. When he got nothing in response he huffed and clenched his fists. He was doing that in his sleep. Minho gasped again when Jisung’s arms tightened around him and he was pulled closer to the warmth of his body. Fuck, fuck, fuck—

“Sung-ah. Jisungie,” Minho called, wetting his lips. Jisung would probably want to sleep, but he could go back to sleep while Minho had a little fun, right? “ Baby,” he sang, twisting around so that he could face his boyfriend. He poked Jisung’s cheek a couple times and after a moment he groaned and then his eyes fluttered open. 

“Mm, hyung?” he mumbled, the raspiness of his voice sending shivers down Minho’s spine. 

“Sorry for waking you, jagiya. I just woke up with a little… problem.” Now facing Jisung, he rolled his hips to meet Jisung’s, effectively grinding their cocks together. Jisung let out a startled whimper and the muscles in his jaw flexed. Goodness, he was gorgeous in the morning. His face was always a little swollen when he woke up, making his cheeks look extra fluffy, and his hair was tousled. Minho wanted to devour him. 

“Ah–I’m sleepy though, hyung,” Jisung whined, just like Minho knew he would. 

“You won’t need to do anything, Hannie,” Minho said, stroking Jisung’s cheek with his thumb. “I just need to sit on that pretty cock of yours.” 

Minho could tell his words affected him by the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. He could even pick up on the slight change of breathing, the way Jisung’s breath hitched in his throat and then steadied out into shallower breaths. “‘M still half asleep though,” he said softly, but there was less protest in his voice. His cock was still fully hard against Minho, too. 

“That’s okay, baby. I like when you’re all pliant for me,” Minho said, smirking at the way Jisung’s rosy cheeks darkened. He ran his hand up and down his side, humming at the feel of his soft, warm skin under his fingers. “Can I please ride you, jagi? You can just go back to sleep, I just want you inside me,” he breathed, his voice getting that desperate tone it often got when he woke up horny. He batted his lashes. “I’ll make you feel good too, Hannie.”

Jisung gulped audibly and Minho swore he could feel his cock twitch against him. “O-okay,” he answered. “But I can just lay here?” 

Minho didn’t even attempt to keep the giddy grin off his face. He pressed a kiss to the corner of Jisung’s mouth and nodded. “Mhm, just lay there and let hyung use you, yeah?” 

Jisung shuddered and nodded, his eyes glazing over. Minho took the opportunity with the position they were in and turned Jisung to face him so he could bring their lips together in a kiss. Jisung let him in easily, barely kissing back as Minho took the lead licking past his parted lips. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and his stomach fluttered at the whimper Jisung made. He loved having Jisung like this–so gentle, so malleable, their shallow breaths mingling together as Minho took. Normally, he would kiss him like this for ages, run his tongue along his teeth, and nip at his bottom lip until he was a breathless, desperate mess. But this morning, he was feeling too desperate himself. 

He gave a peck to Jisung’s lips as he pulled away, grinning at the disheveled state he had left him in. It almost made Minho laugh. Jisung might just lay there for him, but there was no way he would be going back to sleep. 

Gently, Minho rolled Jisung over onto his back. Then he sat up and tossed the blankets back, revealing Jisung’s hard cock, straining against his underwear. There was already a wet spot there and the sight alone made Minho’s mouth water. The thought of sucking him off crossed his mind but for the time being his wants laid elsewhere. They would have a little extra time in the evening, and then Minho could relax with Jisung’s dick on his tongue. 

“Hm, you sure you’re sleepy, jagi?” Minho asked amusedly, reaching out to palm Jisung through his boxers. 

Jisung’s eyes widened and he bit his lip to suppress the whimper that crawled up his throat. “I am, ‘s just morning wood, hyung,” he explained. Minho chuckled fondly as he dragged his finger along his length. 

“Aww, nothing to do with me?” he asked in mock offense. Jisung opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by Minho pressing his thumb into his slit through the slick fabric of his underwear. He gasped and his hips jerked upward. The sight made Minho’s stomach jolt with arousal. 

“Y-you know how I get wh-when you’re like this,” he whined, his bottom lip jutting out in a petulant pout. 

“Mmm, s’pose I do,” Minho agreed. It was no secret to either of them that Jisung liked when Minho got a little needy, a little insistent. Somehow Jisung always ended up the needier of the two, but Minho liked it that way. Liked how overwhelmed he could get him just from sitting on his cock. 

Not wasting another minute, Minho got up to his knees and tugged his boxers off, hissing as the cool hair hit his cock. He was so hard it almost hurt–there was no way he would last long. “Hand me the lube, baby?” he asked, already sounding shamefully breathless. Jisung hummed absentmindedly, eyes trained on Minho’s cock as it hung, hard and leaking, between his thick thighs. “Enjoying the view?” 

Jisung blushed, averting his gaze as he reached for the lube sitting on the nightstand, left there from the night before. “Stop teasing,” he huffed as he handed Minho the bottle. 

“Maybe someday.” Minho giggled as he popped the cap and coated his fingers in the slick substance. A shiver went through his body at the hungry look in Jisung’s half-lidded eyes, now focused on the shiny lines of his fingers. The corner of his lips quirked up in a smirk as he reached behind himself to press the first finger into his hole. His lips parted in a soft moan, eyebrows knitting together as he pushed inside himself. He was still loose from Jisung fucking him the night before and the memory had heat coiling in his gut. He bit his bottom lip, swallowing thickly as he pushed another finger past his rim. He dropped his head and his muscles tensed. Jisung was always much better at stretching him open, his fingers longer than Minho’s own–he could always reach so deep. He groaned as he thrust his fingers deeper, just shy of his prostate. “Jisungie,” he breathed, a bead of precum leaking from the tip of his cock. 

“You’re so hot, hyung,” Jisung responded, on the edge of a moan. His voice was rough, thick with arousal, a sound that had an almost Pavlovian effect on Minho. His hips jerked and he leaned forward, trying to get a better angle for his fingers. Fuck, he needed Jisung’s cock. 

He deemed himself stretched enough after a few more pumps of his fingers and he pulled them out with a loud squelch. Jisung shuddered under him. Minho wet his lips and took a deep breath as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of Jisung’s boxers. “Mm, can’t wait to have your big cock inside me.” He laughed a little when Jisung twitched, but it quickly faded off into a groan as he pulled his boxers down. The sight of Jisung’s pretty cock alone had him dizzy, lightheaded from how fast his blood rushed south. “Fuck. I’ll never get over how pretty you are.” 

Jisung whimpered a little and his fingers flexed on the bed beside him. “Hyung…” 

“What?” Minho asked, cocking his head to the side. “Don’t tell me you’re getting needy. Thought you were tired.” He grabbed the base of Jisung’s cock, relishing the moan it pulled from him. He even felt good in his hand, so thick and hot against his palm. He was tempted to play with him, jerk him off for a bit like he often did, turn him into a mess on the verge of coming before he even rode him. But instead, he grabbed the lube and poured a generous amount over his cockhead. Jisung hissed and he grinned as he spread the lube over his length. 

“Minho-hyung, please,” Jisung whined, pressing his head back into the pillows. He looked so pretty like this, with his hair fanned across the pillow and his chubby cheeks all rosy. Minho fucking loved him. 

“Shh, hyung’s got you, baby,” Minho hummed. 

He lined himself up with Jisung’s cock and his eyebrows pinched together at the first brush of his tip against his hole. And then without a warning, he sank all the way down, taking all of Jisung’s cock in one go. It punched a choked gasp out of him and a moan out of Jisung. The stretch burned since he had only used two fingers and didn’t give himself time to adjust, but that was one of Minho’s favorite parts. It sated something deep within him. There was nothing more satisfying than the soreness that would follow.

Jisung looked like he was seconds away from coming as Minho gave them both a second to breathe before moving. He clutched the sheets in his fists and was biting his lip so hard it would probably bruise. “Sh-shit, hyung. I dunno–dunno if I’m gonna last long,” he stuttered. 

“Hah–’s okay, I’m not gonna last long either, Sungie. Wanted–fuck, wanted you so bad,” Minho panted. Jisung filled him up so well, better than anyone else ever had before. He felt him so deep he was sure his insides were permanently rearranged to fit him. If Minho could sit on his cock forever, he would. 

“I’m gonna move now,” Minho warned after a minute. 

Jisung nodded weakly. “Okay, want you to.” 

Minho rolled his hips a couple times before he lifted himself up, breath catching in his throat at the sensation of Jisung’s length dragging along his walls. Then he slammed back down, ass slapping against Jisung’s hips. “ Mmgh, fuck,” he moaned. He easily picked up a steady rhythm, years of dancing allowing him to move smoothly. The muscles in his thighs flexed with each rise and fall of his hips, practically rippling under tanned skin. Jisung’s hands eventually found their way to his thighs, digging his fingertips into the flesh. Moans and whines spilled from his lips as the action made Minho speed up and his nails dug crescents into his skin.

“Oh, oh yes, fuck, Hannie,” Minho gasped, eyes rolling back. Jisung’s grip was strong enough to hurt, but that made it so good. “So–so much for being– hah –being sleepy.” 

“Can’t– hyungg— can’t be sl-sleepy when you’re so–” He struggled to get the words out, choking on his own moans whenever Minho clenched around him. “So hot, mmm– and you’re s-so tight, hyung.” He whined, high and breathless. The sounds went straight to Minho’s cock. He would never get tired of how noisy Jisung got when he rode him. “You feel so good.” 

“So do you, jagi.” Minho gasped when the head of Jisung’s dick hit his prostate, sparks of pleasure bursting through his stomach. “Hnng–Fill me up so good, you’re so good for hyung.” His voice sounded foreign to him, two pitches higher, so needy. 

“Lo-love being good for hyung,” Jisung whimpered, fingers flexing against Minho’s thighs. 

“Always good–shit, look at you laying there, letting hyung take whatever he wants,” Minho said. He was getting close already, the coils of pleasure tightening in his stomach. His thighs were starting to burn a little too from how intensely he had been riding Jisung, but he always enjoyed a little burn. 

“Hyung, hyung, I’m close,” Jisung babbled, eyes glazed over as he watched Minho bounce on his cock. “Should–should I–” he tried to lift his hips but Minho pushed him down. 

“No, let me–told you that you didn’t hah-have to do anything,” he managed. “I’m close too.” He wrapped his fingers around the base of his own cock, breath hitching as he began to stroke himself in time with the rolls of his hips. He leaned forward at the same time and placed his free hand on Jisung’s chest to give himself more leverage. The slight change in the angle made Jisung’s cock hit Minho’s prostate with every thrust and the pleasure soon became overwhelming. 

“ Ahh fuck Jisungie, ‘m gonna come,” Minho moaned. 

“Yes, yes, hyung,” Jisung exclaimed, his voice cracking. “Please, wanna see you come on my cock, please—” 

“ Fuck.” Minho’s hole spasmed and his stomach tensed as his orgasm hit him with Jisung buried deep inside. His mouth fell open in a silent moan and he stroked himself as he came, cum spilling all over his hand and stomach. He continued grinding down against Jisung to the point of overstimulation, his moans turning into high-pitched whines. “O-oh god,” he choked, finally releasing his cock as the last spurt of cum spilled over his hand. 

Jisung’s pupils were blown wide as he stared–which made Minho want to see him fall apart more. So he clenched around him and reached forward with his cum covered hand and pressed his fingers to Jisung’s lips. “Say, ‘ah,’” he instructed. Jisung’s eyes widened but he obeyed easily, parting his lips to take Minho’s fingers into his mouth. “Good boy,” he hummed. If he wasn’t already spent, the sight alone could get him hard again. And Jisung seemed to like it too because his cock twitched inside Minho as he sucked the cum off his fingers, tongue swirling around the digits. He looked dazed, positively fucked out. 

“You gonna come inside me, pretty?” Minho asked, circling his hips. “Fill me up with your cum?” 

Jisung nodded vigorously, Minho’s fingers still in his mouth. When Minho pressed down on his tongue, he gagged but didn’t pull back. 

“Fuck, look at you. So so good. Come on baby, come inside hyung.” He picked up fucking himself on Jisung again and the other’s muffled moans filled the room, his eyes rolling back. Now that Minho had come, he let himself go, Minho’s fingers down his throat and his tight heat around his cock enough to bring him tipping over the edge. He came with a cry around Minho’s fingers and spilled into him in hot spurts. There was so much that it leaked out of Minho’s hole and spilled down the base of his cock. It was messy, a little gross, and exactly how they both loved it. 

Minho rode him through his orgasm until he was gasping and whining for him to stop. Then Minho lifted himself off, cringing a little bit at the cum spilling down his thighs. “We’re gonna have to shower,” he mumbled as he collapsed next to Jisung and threw a leg over his waist. 

Jisung panted quietly for a minute before saying anything else and then he wiggled away. “You’re all sticky, hyung,” he complained, his voice coming out breathless. 

Minho chuckled. “And who’s fault is that?” 

“ Yours, because it was your idea,” he said, but there was a blush on his cheeks. Minho couldn’t help but poke them. 

“Cute.” 

Jisung grumbled under his breath for a moment, which just made Minho laugh. “Let’s just go hop in the shower before we have to do anything else. Check the hall to make sure no one’s there for me?” He smiled and blinked rapidly. Jisung groaned loudly but he was smiling. 

“Sure, sure, whatever. As if they didn’t hear everything anyway…”

“Yeah, someone’s loud.”

Jisung swatted at Minho’s shoulder and shook his head as he stood up. “I’m not the only one!” 

Minho slapped his butt and he yelped, spinning away from the danger zone. “Respect your hyung, Hannie.” Jisung rolled his eyes before giving Minho the most heart-stopping smile imaginable. 

    Minho arches up with a cut off moan as Thomas drags his tongue up the base of his cock to the tip and dips his tongue in the slit there. "Fuck. Thomas. You're killing me."

   "I always promised to give you a sweet death." Thomas replies smiling even though they both know that will never happen. There are very few beings in this world that aren't fair game for their appetites and each other is one of them. Thomas sinks his mouth down slowly engulfing Minho's cock while Minho's thighs tremble by his ears and his hands tangle in Thomas's hair. He's only ever this sensitive right after a kill and it's one of Thomas's most favorite things; to see  Minho boneless, eyes bliss blitzed, and still zinging with left over blood lust. Even if he wasn't almost always starving, aching for a hunt, for a kill, for tearing into flesh and gulping it down to satisfy a pit in his stomach that seems like it'll never be filled, Thomas thinks he'd still kill just to see Minho's eyes gleaming like obsidian rock with a smile too bright and lighthearted for what they're doing. But he'll leave the morality to the humans, they enjoy so much to deny themselves.

   When Thomas moves back up, because Minho's too impatient to let him play for long, too close to let Thomas press and play with that spot inside him that makes him scream, makes him beg for it until he comes just from Thomas's fingers (it's ok Thomas will do that next time), he gives one last nudge to Minho's prostate and pulls his fingers out to glide over thighs, and butt, and waist until Minho tugs his head forward and crushes their lips together. He can taste the last part of the man Minho ate as he licks into Minho's mouth; the lungs. (He says he can taste air like the sky on the tip of his tongue when they're fresh enough. Personally Thomas prefers the heart, Gally likes to joke it's because he's missing one. Brenda always takes the hands, says it makes her feel closer to them. Theresa and Rachel have first dibs on the brains; enjoy the sweeping feeling of the person's memories moving through their own minds like clouds (They become the story tellers, sharing the play they've seen if the person's life was interesting enough.) Nothing's stranger than Newt's fascination with eyes (that he pops like a snack sometimes) but Thomas figures everyone has their thing.) 

   Thomas pulls back and brushes his lips along Minho's jaw. "What do you want Min? If you don't tell me I won't know."

   Minho groans; bucks his hips for friction. " Yes you will. Come on Thomas."

   Thomas just lets out an amused hum as he grinds his hips down onto Minho's.

   "Argh fine." Minho holds Thomas's face in his hands staring straight into his eyes, his own heavy lidded with pupils blown. "Please fuck me. I want you to put your dick in me. I want to feel it throbbing as you come inside me and fill me up. Please." says it like an order as much as a plea.

    As if Thomas could say no.

   He inches in until he bottoms out and they're both panting from the pressure. Thomas thinks he could melt from the heat. He bites Minho's ear. "God Min you're so hot. Hot and tight and mine. All mine." He rolls his hips. "Can you feel me?" And Minho gasps, his head falling back.

   Thomas fucks him slow, knows Minho likes to feel the length of him, the drag of him. Minho clutches at his shoulder blades raking his nails down Thomas's back making Thomas groan and fuck him harder, but not faster.

   Minho can't get enough air in his lungs. Thinks it's incinerating in the atmosphere. That must be why he's gasping so hard he can't even form the words to beg Thomas to go faster. He reaches down to take hold of his dick, but only gets seconds of added pleasure before Thomas grabs his hand and proceeds to pin both of his hands by his head. " No. Just me. You're going to come just from the feel of me inside you."

    Minho makes a whine he won't admit to in the morning and starts to roll his hips. "You...nngh...think you're all...hah.. that. Don't you?"

   Thomas smirks against the place where Minho's neck meets shoulder, where he begins to suck bruises into the skin (because he can't eat every person who thinks Minho's available as hungry as they are their entire group wouldn't have enough room for that (especially with how many Newt and Sonya kill. Alby and Harriet should really invest in portable 'I'm taken' signs, with flashing lights.).) "I know I am. You wouldn't settle for any less."

    Minho's laugh gets cut off as Thomas speeds up just a bit. Just enough to make Minho push his hips back harder. Just enough to make him beg. The only sound is the smacking of flesh against flesh and Minho crying his name like a chant; like a prayer. "Thomas. Thomas. Thomas."

    Thomas entwines his fingers with Minho and quickens his pace even more until there's nothing but this moment, this motion, this need.

   "Thomas...I...I'm." Minho grips him like a vice as his seed paints their stomachs, mouth open in a silent scream. He can feel Thomas pulsing inside him, hips never stopping as he reaches his pinnacle.

   Thomas thinks he could die happy in this heat (so hot they're burning, radiating it from their pores like so much bright flame) and when Minho arcs his back like a bow and comes again from the jets of Thomas's seed hitting just right inside him (searing and god so good, better than anyone he's ever eaten, any soul he's ever tasted) Thomas would close his eyes and see nothing but white if not for the fact he could not bare to miss this sight, this show Minho gives only to him. Instead he commits it to memory and sinks his teeth into the juncture of Minho's neck and shoulder and revels in the hot tart taste of Minho's blood.