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Everything felt like it happened in a flash. How in the world he went from standing wide eyed in the door with Jisung nearly screaming as he scrambled to cover himself up to sitting on the edge of the bed and watching Jisung touch himself is beyond him. But he takes a second to appreciate that the best possible outcome has chosen to grace him. 

They have been tip-toeing the line of best friends and dating for a long time now, sharing kisses and wishful words in the rare moments of privacy they'd get, but they'd never gotten to this. Nothing besides some heavy petting and naughty texts. Nothing like Jisung shyly spreading his legs to show off the shine between them. 

He's beautifully flushed from head to toe, hair tousled and lips swollen from where he had undoubtedly been biting them. He looks so debauched that Minho has a hard time not pouncing on him right away.

"It's not that I don't want you to fuck me," Jisung pauses, hissing as he squeezes the tip of his cock, "I just want to take things between us a little slower."

"I know– it's okay," Minho reassures him, hesitantly resting a hand on his out-spread knee. He's so warm. "I'm okay with just watching," he adds mischievously, making a show of letting his eyes scan up and down Jisung's naked body, "–if you're okay with that, I mean." 

"Oh," Jisung gasps, twisting his hand in a way that makes a deliciously wet noise. Minho shivers. "That's really fucking hot, actually."

"Then show me how you get off, jagiya."

And fuck, is it a beautiful sight. Jisung continues jerking his cock and pinching at his nipples until his body is shaking, quiet moans making Minho's own cock throb desperately in his pants. All he does is press a palm down over himself to alleviate some pressure, wanting to focus all his attention on the other. But it becomes even harder when he watches Jisung slip a hand between his legs and press a finger to his lube-slick hole.

"Hyung," he whines, adding the slightest bit of pressure.

Minho gulps, without even looking up. "Yeah?"

"Can't wait until this is you," he says, sliding two fingers past his rim at once, lips falling open in pleasure. 

"Fuck, me too, baby. You look so pretty right now," Minho curses. He feels much less embarrassed to be staring so hard when Jisung's eyes start fluttering open and closed, working a third finger inside himself as well.

Either the stretch must feel incredible or his words are affecting Jisung much more than he's letting on, because Minho sees his dick twitch in his palm, precome pearling in his slit. Minho so badly wishes he could lean forward and suck it clean, but it's immediately spread down Jisung's length to make the slide even wetter. He can tell he's close.

"Let me see you come," Minho mutters, eyes half lidded and so so desperate to see Jisung fall apart. It feels like all he needs in life at the moment. "Go on, come for hyung."

Time sort of seems to stand still for a moment when Jisung finally arches off the bed and reaches his high. Eyes screwed shut, he comes with a choked whimper, and Minho watches in awe as his hole clenches, as come drips down his knuckles and pools at the base of his tummy. It's incredible.

When Jisung reopens his eyes, they're heavy and tired and they immediately flick from Minho's flushed ears down to where he's still digging his palm into his crotch. Jisung smirks. He doesn't offer to help, and Minho doesn't ask.

"Maybe next time, you can touch," Jisung pants, reaching out to drag Minho down by the collar of his shirt.

Next time.

Minho blinks down at him. It feels like he's suffocating in the best kind of way. "But?"