FUCK FUCK FUCK AHHHH HJDBDJSVSJS okay let’s add to this.

They’re not together. 😏 They got drunk one night. Let’s say they’re college roommates. Best friends. They went out to a house party and stumbled back around 2am.

Minho passed out on the couch. He’s a silly + sleepy drunk. Jisung is a flirty + clingy + horny drunk. It doesn’t help that he’s been harboring a major crush on Minho for a while now.

He’s not thinking logically. There’s no way he could be through his drunken haze. Minho is so pretty. Looks even prettier sleeping so soundly the way he is. His skin flushed and his lips parted slightly as he breathes steadily. Jisung just sits and watches him. He’s a little unsteady, his thoughts are hazy, and he’s getting hard. He just can’t help it. He notices how Minho is wearing shorts that are loose around his thighs. His legs are splayed open, like he just passed out that way. Went boneless. Jisung can see up the hem of his shorts. Can see the way his boxers squeeze around the flesh of his plump upper thighs.

It’s too much. He can’t stop thinking about putting his lips there. About putting them everywhere else. About tasting Minho on his tongue and making him squirm. Making him keen.

He doesn’t think about it. It’s impulse. Jisung breaks. He not-so-carefully tugs Minho’s shorts and boxers off, throws his legs over his shoulders, squeezes his inner thighs, pries his legs open, dives in immediately. Eats him out so fucking desperately. It’s so wet and messy and Jisung is moaning as he thrusts his tongue inside as far as it will reach. He never considers the implications. Never thinks Minho might wake up or what he might think. Doesn’t really have the consciousness to care.

But when Minho does eventually jostle awake, he gasps. He moans so immediately. His head is still spinning from the alcohol, but now he’s trembling as his orgasm rips through him. Hes crying out, he’s thrashing around, but Jisung holds him still. Squeezes his legs soooo tightly. Leaves behind bruises. Doesn’t stop when Minho starts sobbing. Tells him it’s too much. “Oh god Jisung it’s too much it’s too much it’s somuchsomuchohfuckpleaseohgod” and he’s trying to wiggle away but Jisung is in such a trance. He finally took his chance. He’s finally tasting Minho. He finally has him. God he wants to fuck him. He’s has to fuck him or he’s going to go insane.

So he drops Minho back to the couch as he unzips his pants, shoves them to his knees as quickly as he can manage. And Minho doesn’t move. Probably can’t, really. He’s so bogged down by the alcohol and the pleasure that he’s boneless. His chest heaving.

Jisung bumps his cock against Minho’s wet hole and Minho gasps. Wiggles his hips involuntarily. Jisung has no idea how out of it he really is, but he’s pretty out of it himself. So it’s not like he has the forethought to stop before pressing in. Or even to stop and let Minho adjust. Or to listen when Minho groans in a way that could mean either pleasure or pain, but likely a bit of both.

Instead he pounds into him at full force, taking everything he’s ever wanted. Holding his hips tightly, tugging him onto his cock in time with his thrusts, babbling about how fucking good he feels. How tight and warm and wet he is inside. How he’s squeezing around him, making him cum so fucking hard, how he’s milking his cock, how he’s so fucking perfect. “Fuck Minho. Oh god Minho you’re so fucking perfect. Holy shit you feel so fucking good.” And Minho is moaning. Panting. Crying out. He’s overstimulated. He’s trembling. He’s cumming pathetically against his stomach for the second time, barely adding to the mess already there.

And then they sleep. Right there on the couch covered in cum and sweat and, perhaps, regret? But they’ll think about that in the morning. 😌

(Spoiler: they won’t regret it!!! They’re both down bad!!!!)