Chapter 15

Uh yeah it's one of those notes again, disclaimer this chapter is smut so if your not comfortable with that skip ahead

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The two stayed in the same position for some time. Ju-woon shifted slightly on Min-ho's lap, but the moment he did, he felt it something hard pressing against him.

"Ah—Ju-woon… don't move." Min-ho's voice came out rough, his grip tightening on Ju-woon's waist.

Ju-woon froze. "Yeah, I realized that now…"

Their eyes met, and suddenly, the space between them felt suffocatingly small. Min-ho was too close—close enough that Ju-woon could feel the warmth of his breath, see the dark hunger flickering in his gaze. He could read Min-ho too well, knew exactly what would happen if he didn't push him away.

"Min-ho, I'm warning you—don't," Ju-woon murmured, but his voice lacked conviction.

Min-ho ignored him. "Shit… Ju-woon, I don't think I can control myself right now."

Ju-woon swallowed. He should move. He knew he should. But his body refused to move.

"I'm sorry for this in advance, hyung…"

Before Ju-woon could react, Min-ho's hands slid over his waist, pulling him in until their chests were against each other. And then Min-ho closed the distance.

The kiss was nothing like before. It was deep, desperate, as if Min-ho had been craving this. His lips parted, tongue slipping past Ju-woon's with a slow, teasing flick before diving in fully.

Ju-woon shuddered against him, a soft noise escaping his lips—one he immediately regretted.

Min-ho inhaled sharply. That single sound sent something dark and possessive through him. His hands slid lower, gripping Ju-woon's thighs before one of them moved forward pressing between Ju-woon's legs.

Ju-woon tensed. He didn't even realize how hard he was until Min-ho's palm brushed against him, fingers ghosting over the growing bulge.

"Already hard?" Min-ho murmured against his lips, voice thick with amusement.

Ju-woon clenched his jaw, refusing to respond, but the way his body reacted betrayed him. Min-ho smirked against his mouth, his hand slipping under the waistband of Ju-woon's sweatpants. The cold contrast of his fingers against heated skin made Ju-woon jolt slightly.

Min-ho tugged at the elastic of Ju-woon's boxers, teasing, dipping just below—but then Ju-woon snapped out of it, his hand gripping Min-ho's wrist.

"Min-ho—wait," he panted. "Not here… not in the living room."

Min-ho's lips were red and swollen when he pulled back slightly, his eyes half-lidded with need. "So, you're still sober enough to care about that?" he teased.

Ju-woon shot him a glare. "Shut up and continue. Just… in the bedroom."

Min-ho chuckled lowly. "As you wish, hyung."

Since Ju-woon was already straddling him, Min-ho didn't bother making him stand. Instead, he gripped Ju-woon's thighs and effortlessly lifted him.

"You're so light," Min-ho muttered as he carried him toward the bedroom.

Ju-woon was too busy feeling the heat coiling in his stomach to be annoyed by the comment. Before he knew it, he was being dropped onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath him.

Min-ho crawled over him, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "Alright, we're in the bedroom now. Can I continue?"

Ju-woon's breath hitched. He knew there was no going back now, and strangely, he didn't want to. His fingers curled into the sheets as he looked up at Min-ho.

"Go for it."

Min-ho's smirk deepened. Without wasting another second, he hooked his fingers into Ju-woon's waistband and tugged his boxers down, exposing him completely.

His gaze darkened.

"Already wet?" Min-ho murmured, his fingers brushing against the damp tip. "You're so sensitive, hyung."

Ju-woon bit his lip, trying to suppress the heat crawling up his neck, but he couldn't stop his body from reacting when Min-ho wrapped his fingers around him, stroking slowly.

A shiver ran down Ju-woon's spine. "Min-ho…"

Min-ho looked up at him, eyes flickering with something dangerous. "What did you just say?"

Ju-woon hesitated. He hadn't even realized he'd called his name so desperately.

Min-ho smirked, leaning down until their lips were just a breath apart. "Say it again."

Ju-woon turned his head to the side, refusing, but Min-ho wasn't having it. He pressed a kiss against his jaw, then lower, lips tracing a slow path down his neck.

Ju-woon let out a shaky breath, his fingers gripping the sheets even tighter as Min-ho's kisses trailed lower, lower—

And then—

His breath hitched as Min-ho's mouth closed over him.

Ju-woon gasped, his back arching slightly off the bed as warmth surrounded him. Min-ho's mouth was hot, wet, and slow—too slow. His tongue flicked over the tip before trailing down, teasingly, his lips parting just enough to make Ju-woon squirm.

"Ah—" Ju-woon bit down on his lower lip, but he couldn't hold back the sound completely. His hands twitched at his sides, gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white.

Min-ho hummed against him, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through Ju-woon's body. His fingers dug into Ju-woon's thighs, keeping him in place as he took him deeper, lips wrapping around him in a way that made Ju-woon's stomach tighten.

"Min-ho…" Ju-woon's voice was strained, a breathy warning, but Min-ho only smirked against him before hollowing his cheeks and sucking harder.

Ju-woon shuddered, his head falling back onto the pillows. His body was burning—his skin too hot, too sensitive. Every flick of Min-ho's tongue sent another wave of pleasure crashing through him, making it impossible to think.

Min-ho's hands roamed up his thighs, pressing down, keeping him steady as he set a slow, deliberate pace. The wet sounds filling the room made Ju-woon's ears burn, but he was too far gone to care.

Min-ho pulled back slightly, licking his lips as he looked up at Ju-woon through half-lidded eyes. "You look good like this, hyung," he murmured, voice low and teasing. "Completely ruined already."

Ju-woon's breath hitched. He wanted to glare, wanted to snap back with some cutting remark—but then Min-ho's fingers replaced his mouth, stroking him in slow, languid motions that made Ju-woon's legs tremble.

"Shit—"

Min-ho chuckled, his free hand sliding up Ju-woon's stomach, tracing over his ribs before pressing down against his chest. "Relax," he whispered, leaning up to capture Ju-woon's lips in a heated kiss.

Ju-woon moaned against his mouth, unable to stop the way his hips bucked slightly into Min-ho's touch. The kiss was messy, desperate, all teeth and tongue as Min-ho swallowed every sound Ju-woon made.

His fingers moved lower, teasing at his entrance, rubbing slow, circular motions that made Ju-woon's breath hitch. "Already so wet…" Min-ho murmured against his lips. "Did you miss this?"

Ju-woon refused to answer, but the way his thighs trembled betrayed him.

Min-ho smirked, slipping one finger in. Ju-woon's breath hitched, his body instinctively tightening around him.

"Still so tight," Min-ho murmured, pressing deeper. His lips ghosted over Ju-woon's jaw as he worked him open, adding another finger, then another, stretching him slowly. "You're gripping me so hard, hyung. What are you thinking about?"

Ju-woon let out a shaky exhale, trying to glare at him, but it was hard to look intimidating when he was panting like this. "Shut up."

Min-ho chuckled, curling his fingers just right—

Ju-woon's breath caught, a sharp moan escaping before he could stop it.

"There it is," Min-ho murmured, pressing against the same spot again, watching the way Ju-woon's body tensed beneath him.

Ju-woon's hands shot up, grabbing Min-ho's shoulders—half to push him away, half to hold onto something as his mind blurred with pleasure.

"I—Min-ho, just—"

Min-ho smirked. "Just what?"

Ju-woon gritted his teeth. "Just hurry up."

Min-ho's eyes darkened, his smirk widening. "As you wish, hyung."

He pulled his fingers out, and Ju-woon barely had a second to catch his breath before Min-ho was positioning himself between his legs, his tip pressing against his entrance.

Min-ho leaned down, lips brushing against Ju-woon's ear as he whispered, "Tell me if it's too much."

Ju-woon swallowed hard, his heart pounding. But instead of answering, he hooked his legs around Min-ho's waist, pulling him in closer.

Min-ho groaned, gripping Ju-woon's thighs as he slowly pushed in. The stretch burned, but the pleasure that followed made Ju-woon's breath stutter.

"Ah—"

Min-ho's jaw clenched as he bottomed out, his forehead resting against Ju-woon's shoulder. "Shit… you feel too good," he muttered, voice strained.

Ju-woon's nails dug into Min-ho's back, his body adjusting to the fullness. It was overwhelming, too much and not enough at the same time.

Min-ho stayed still for a moment, his breathing heavy against Ju-woon's neck. "You okay?"

Ju-woon exhaled shakily, his fingers tightening around Min-ho's arms. Then, with a challenging glint in his eyes, he whispered, "Move."

Min-ho let out a low curse, pulling out slowly before snapping his hips forward.

Ju-woon's breath hitched, his head tilting back against the pillows.

Min-ho didn't hold back after that. His movements were deep, relentless, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through Ju-woon's body. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mixed with the breathy moans and whispered curses slipping past their lips.

Ju-woon felt like he was unraveling, his body burning from the inside out. Every time Min-ho hit that spot inside him, his vision blurred, his moans growing louder.

Min-ho groaned against his neck, his pace growing rougher. "You're so tight… fuck, Ju-woon…"

Ju-woon could barely think. His nails raked down Min-ho's back, his body trembling as he felt himself getting closer, the pressure coiling in his stomach almost unbearable.

"Min-ho—I'm gonna—"

Min-ho gripped his waist tighter, his thrusts growing erratic. "Me too," he muttered. "Come for me, hyung."

Ju-woon's entire body tensed, and with one last deep thrust, he fell over the edge, his release spilling between them as a sharp cry escaped his lips.

Min-ho groaned at the sight, burying his face against Ju-woon's shoulder as he followed moments later, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside.

For a long moment, neither of them moved—just the sound of their ragged breathing filling the room.

Ju-woon's body was still trembling slightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Min-ho, still inside him, let out a breathless chuckle.

"Well… that happened."

Ju-woon groaned, shoving at his shoulder weakly. "Shut up."

Min-ho laughed, pulling out carefully before collapsing onto the bed beside him.

They lay there in silence for a moment, the reality of what just happened sinking in.

Min-ho turned his head, gazing at Ju-woon with something unreadable in his eyes. "…Regretting it already?"

Ju-woon was quiet, staring at the ceiling. Then, finally, he turned his head to meet Min-ho's gaze.

"…No."

Min-ho blinked, surprised. But then, slowly, a smirk tugged at his lips.

"Well, that's good," he murmured, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from Ju-woon's forehead. "Because I don't think I'd be able to stop myself next time either."

Ju-woon scoffed but didn't pull away.

Next time.

That thought shouldn't have made his stomach twist in anticipation.

But it did.

Ju-woon barely had time to catch his breath before he felt Min-ho's fingers trailing over his stomach, tracing lazy circles against his overheated skin. His body was still trembling from his release, his limbs feeling heavy and spent, but Min-ho's touch sent a new spark of anticipation through him.

"You're still hard," Min-ho murmured, his voice low, teasing.

Ju-woon stiffened, his breath hitching as Min-ho's fingers moved lower, wrapping around his half-hard length. A shiver ran down his spine as Min-ho stroked him slowly, coaxing him back to full arousal.

"Sensitive, aren't you?" Min-ho smirked against his skin, his lips pressing light kisses along Ju-woon's collarbone. "But you're still reacting to my touch."

Ju-woon's fingers curled into the sheets, his jaw clenching as he tried to suppress the moan rising in his throat. His body felt overstimulated, too raw—and yet, the pleasure was building again, tightening in his stomach.

"Min-ho—"

Min-ho hummed in response, his tongue flicking over Ju-woon's nipple before biting down just enough to make Ju-woon jolt beneath him.

"Shit—" Ju-woon gasped, his back arching slightly.

Min-ho chuckled, his grip on Ju-woon tightening as he stroked him a little faster, his lips trailing lower, lower—until Ju-woon realized what he was about to do.

"Wait—"

Min-ho ignored him.

Ju-woon's words died in his throat as Min-ho's mouth closed around him again, taking him in deep with an ease that made Ju-woon's head spin.

A strangled moan slipped past his lips, his fingers flying to Min-ho's hair, gripping tightly. His thighs trembled as Min-ho's tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, teasing the sensitive underside before swirling around the tip.

"Min-ho, I—fuck, I can't—"

Min-ho's hands pressed against Ju-woon's hips, holding him down as he took him deeper, his throat tightening around him in a way that made Ju-woon's vision blur.

The wet sounds filling the room were obscene, and Ju-woon couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips slightly, chasing the heat of Min-ho's mouth.

Min-ho let out a low groan in response, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure coursing through Ju-woon's body.

It was too much. Too good. His body was already too sensitive, and Min-ho was pushing him toward the edge again at a dangerous pace.

"Min-ho, stop, I'm—"

Min-ho didn't stop. If anything, he hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder, faster—

Ju-woon choked on a gasp, his body tensing as his orgasm crashed over him.

Min-ho swallowed everything, his hands tightening around Ju-woon's thighs as he rode out his release, only pulling away when Ju-woon finally collapsed back onto the bed, panting hard.

Ju-woon felt boneless, his body still trembling slightly as Min-ho wiped his mouth, smirking down at him.

"You taste good, hyung."

Ju-woon shot him a glare, but there was no heat behind it. He was too exhausted to argue.

Min-ho chuckled, leaning down to kiss him again. Ju-woon could taste himself on his lips, and the realization sent another wave of embarrassment through him.

"Can you even move?" Min-ho teased, brushing his fingers through Ju-woon's damp hair.

Ju-woon exhaled shakily, staring up at him. His entire body felt wrecked, but somehow, there was still a lingering heat in his stomach, a need that hadn't quite disappeared.

Instead of answering, he reached up, pulling Min-ho down for another kiss.

Min-ho groaned into his mouth, his body pressing down against Ju-woon's, Ju-woon could feel it—Min-ho was still hard.

Ju-woon smirked against his lips. "Your turn."

Min-ho's breath hitched, his pupils darkening. "Oh?"

Ju-woon flipped them over, straddling Min-ho's waist.

Min-ho let out a low curse, his hands immediately flying to Ju-woon's hips. "You're insatiable," he muttered, 

Ju-woon smirked, grinding down against him. "You started it."

Min-ho groaned, his fingers digging into Ju-woon's skin. "Then let's finish it."

Ju-woon leaned over Minho, 

"Try to keep up."

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