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There’s a small chance he’ll regret this later. But what harm can it really do to just go check it out?
On his way there, he thinks back to when Felix first started raving about how amazing his sex life had gotten since incorporating toys. Jisung scrunched up his nose, pretending like he didn’t want to hear any more about it.
“Come on, just go with me next time, yeah?” Jisung was usually one to fall for Felix’s puppy eyes, but not this time. They were close, but he didn’t feel the need to divulge every single intimate detail about his masturbation methods. There are some things he just wants to figure out on his own.
“Eh, I’ll just stick with what I already do. We’re not all freaky like you, Lix,” Jisung lightly poked him in the cheek.
The thing is, deep down, Jisung is probably way more of a freak than any of his friends. But no one’s about to get that information out of him for free.
Felix pouted for a moment before he smirked, “Fine, stick to your boring, bland hands while I’m getting my world rocked by the Ass-gasm 3000!”
Jisung playfully slapped Felix’s arm while they both giggled. “That is not what it’s actually called!”
“I swear!” He went on about his other recent purchases, overly excited. Jisung is good at pretending he’s not that interested when he’s actually hanging on to every word. He’s always cared too much about what others think of him, and it’s exhausting.
But when he was in bed alone that night, he could admit to himself that he was so damn curious. He had so many wants and desires that he tried not to let himself think too deeply about. Until now.
Jisung had searched online for sex shops in his area, and finally selected one that seemed a reasonable distance. It couldn’t be too close, or else he might run into someone he knew.
He has to give himself a pep talk before approaching the store, trying to calm down his racing heart. He looks up at the big red sign above the doors that reads Lovers. Cute name, except it reminds him of how much he’s lacking in that area of his life. Oh well, he’s just doing this for himself anyway.
When he hesitantly opens the door, Jisung feels like he’s been slapped in the face with one of the huge dildos beside him. The man in front of him is who literally every single love song must be about. Beautiful is an understatement.
“Welcome! Please let me know if you have any questions!”
Jisung has a lot of questions, not one of them pure.
But he only manages a small, “Thanks,” and a nod. He tries his best to appear casual, not wanting to draw attention to himself already. But he can’t help how his eyes widen as he glances around the shop. He doesn’t even know where to begin. The place is so colorful, he feels like he’s in an X-rated candy store.
Jisung is immediately drawn to the tentacled dildo he sees towards his left, but it’s pretty intimidating and he probably has to work up to something like that. He takes a few steps to get a closer look at some of the other products. He places a hand over his mouth to hide his smile when he reads some of the names of the toys. Ultimate Milker. Back End Chubby.
Jisung’s expression grows even more incredulous when he sees one called CreatureCocks Orion Invader Space Alien Dong. It reminds him of one of those unnecessarily long anime titles. Still, he respects the creativity.
He backs up just a bit to crouch and get a closer look at the bottom row of toys, and ends up bumping into a display of lotions and lubes.
“Oh shi-”
Jisung hurries to pick up the bottles from the floor. As if it wasn’t already embarrassing enough just existing inside this store, the handsome employee is now walking directly towards him and the mess he made.
“S-sorry!” Jisung blurts out, scrambling to reach for more of the fallen products.
But the man has such kind eyes when he says, “Don’t worry. I’ve got it!” Jisung can’t maintain the eye contact for too long, though. When he glances down, he sees the nametag that reads Minho.
They both go to grab the same last bottle of lube, and their hands touch just briefly before the man – Minho - is placing it back in its rightful position on the display. Jisung feels heat radiate to his face, even from such a small interaction.
He gets a better look at the bottle Minho just set down and tries to stifle his laughter when he reads Wet Uranus Silicone Anal Lubricant. Minho smiles and nods his head knowingly.
“It’s okay. You can laugh! Some of this stuff is pretty ridiculous.” He looks around, and gestures towards the wide array of options. “But it’s all for fun.”
Jisung looks around too, still feeling slightly overwhelmed, especially with Minho’s attention completely on him now. He must look as lost as he feels because Minho continues, “Anything in particular you’re looking for today? Maybe I can help you?”
Jisung tries to stop his mind from imagining exactly how he’d like Minho to help him.
“I- uh… What do you recommend?” Jisung doesn’t even know if it’s appropriate to ask such a thing, until he notices how Minho’s lips start to curve into a mischievous smile.
“Well, that depends on what you like.” Minho locks eyes with him and tilts his head. His eyebrows raise a bit, clearly expecting an answer.
Jisung’s mouth suddenly feels too dry. He can’t possibly stand here and list all the filthy kinks that are always swirling around in his brain.
“Oh um…just the usual, normal stuff.” He forces an awkward laugh. “Something simple, you know?”
Minho just keeps looking at him, eyes lingering a second too long, before he responds.
“Ah, I’ll show you our beginner-friendly series to start with. It’s pretty popular amongst our customers.” He smiles sweetly before leading the way. Jisung tries to regain his composure as he follows, not sure what to expect. They pass by a few different sections, and Jisung tries not to appear too intrigued by the area full of paddles, whips, ropes, and handcuffs.
When Minho stops in front of the displays he wanted to show Jisung, he starts describing the best-sellers and their various functionalities. Jisung is listening intently, entranced by the way the words flow so easily out of Minho’s cute mouth.
Minho reaches for one of the sample toys, the Juicy Jewels Precious Vibrator, and turns it on. “This one has seven speeds and five different kinds of pulsations.” He holds the vibrator out towards Jisung, waiting for him to touch it.
Jisung timidly places his fingertips on the toy and gasps when he feels the strong buzzing sensation. Minho’s entire face lights up, apparently overjoyed at his reaction. Jisung feels his body temperature increasing even more. He doesn’t know if it’s from the embarrassment or his growing desire.
“Wow, that’s…good. I mean, yeah, I can see why it’s popular.” Jisung nods his head, hoping he can shake out some of the deranged thoughts.
“Absolutely! Well, I’ll let you browse around for now. Please let me know if you need anything else!” Minho walks back towards the register and Jisung can’t help but notice how thick and strong his thighs look in his tight jeans.
He takes a deep breath and tries to focus on the task at hand. He’s here for a purpose, after all. Something on the top shelf catches his eye. Booty Boot Camp Training Kit. He furrows his brows as he stares at it. What the hell does he have to train for?
The one next to it looks nice enough, but he’s not about to bring something called My First Anal FunTime up to the register where Minho can see it. He doesn’t need to know all about his lack of experience in this department. Besides, he has played with himself plenty of times, just not with toys.
Jisung finally settles on a couple options that seem exciting but not overly intimidating, and makes sure to add a new bottle of lube to his purchase. The one he has at home is basic, not fancy and sexy like the ones he found here.
His hands feel shaky as he approaches the register, holding the toys close to his chest.
“How did it go? Find everything you needed?” Minho shoots him another adorable smile.
Jisung carefully sets down the items he’s been carrying. “Yeah, I just went with the…uh…” He can’t bring himself to actually say it.
“The EZ-Reach Prostrate Probe?”
“Mhm, that one…” Jisung has never been more thankful to be the only customer in a store. Going on a weekday afternoon was definitely the right call.
“Great choices!” Minho rings up the toys, and Jisung watches as he places the lube, dildo, and mini vibrator into a black bag for him.
It feels strangely intimate, now that Minho knows exactly what Jisung will be getting off with. It should just be embarrassing, but it’s exhilarating. Would Minho imagine him using all these? Not likely, since he’s just another customer and Minho is just great at his job.
He’s about to thank him when Minho says, “Oh, and please come back next week!”
Jisung’s heart drops down to his stomach.
“We’re having a sale!” Minho beams at him, and he thinks this is what whiplash feels like. It takes everything in him to actually walk out of the store. He wants to stay there and hear Minho tell him all about his favorite toys, going on for hours about the details of each one and how they make him feel. He wants to linger and see if Minho talks to all of his customers the same way or if Jisung is somehow, just a little bit, special.
But it’s better to not get so carried away.
Now he’s sure it was the right decision to go there by himself. Imagine if Felix had seen how easily he had gotten flustered? He’d never hear the end of it. Plus, there was a part of him that really loved having all of Minho’s attention solely on himself.
He thought he would hate the feeling of being so seen, but with Minho, there was a certain kind of thrill. He felt like a book being cracked open and read for the first time.
When Jisung gets home, he sets the bag on his bed and just looks at it for a second. For some reason, he feels the need to make tonight special, even though he’ll be completely alone. His shift isn’t too early tomorrow, so he’s able to take his time with it.
He feels a bit giddy as he steps out of the shower, more excited than he’s been in a while. Sometimes living on his own is lonely, but he’s so grateful for it during times like these.
After Jisung quickly dries his hair, he spreads lotion all over his body, spending extra time around his thighs and chest. Heat already starts to build within his belly. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he can get aroused. He makes sure to set a towel down over his bedsheet, just in case things get messy.
The second Jisung lies down and closes his eyes, he immediately thinks of Minho. He tries to think of something else, like the last sexy manhwa he read, but his mind keeps going back to the stunning man at the sex shop. Jisung doesn’t know if it’s right to be so infatuated with a stranger like this, but he figures that fantasizing about him just this one time will be okay.
He absentmindedly runs one of his fingertips over his mouth, wondering how it would feel to kiss Minho’s pink, plush lips. He thinks Minho would be the type to bite, and it makes him start to breathe a little faster. Jisung puts one of his fingers into his mouth, craving something to suck on.
His lets his other hand trail slowly down his upper body, just a featherlight touch. Jisung wonders if Minho would tease him like this too.
Would he move his fingers so softly in circles around his chest, avoiding the most sensitive spots Jisung is dying for him to touch? Or would he be wild and relentless, sucking and pinching Jisung’s nipples until he couldn’t even take it anymore? Both ideas dance around in his mind, making him lick and suck on his own fingers more sloppily.
He takes his spit-slick fingers and rubs over his nipples, gasping at the cool, wet sensation. Jisung has always been sensitive here, and a few flicks of his fingers has his cock perking up even more.
When he moves his leg, he hears the bag on his bed crinkle and he thinks its time to try something new.
He sits up and the contents of the bag are out now, staring back at him. Jisung doesn’t waste any time before he’s tearing open the packaging of the vibrator, eager to test how powerful it will be.
He switches it on, starting with the lowest setting, and breathes in before placing it gently against one of his nipples. He bites his lip and a little whimper escapes him.
It’s a bit ticklish, but he thinks he likes it. He feels the rise and fall of his chest become more dramatic before he moves the pink toy to his other nipple.
He leaves it there until he’s absolutely desperate to get a hand around his throbbing cock. He wants it to feel nice and smooth, so he peers down, fumbling for the bottle of lube.
When he catches a glimpse of it, he’s reminded of how Minho’s hand had touched his during the clumsy encounter.
Minho’s hands were much smaller and so damn cute. God, his hands. He wants them in him, on him, pulling his hair, maybe even around his throat.
His head spins when he imagines how they’d look wrapped around his dick. There’s no more grace to his movements as he’s hurrying to pour the lube all over his fingers.
He can’t have Minho’s hands right now, so he’ll have to settle for his own.
It’s like electricity runs through him when he finally grasps his cock, head falling back and lips parting as his moans fill his bedroom.
Jisung strokes himself, holding back as much as he can to prolong the pleasure. He hasn’t forgotten about his other plans for the night.
Needy hands retrieve the vibrator, and he tries to mimic the movements he guesses Minho would make. He starts at the base of his cock, then slowly slides the toy up towards the head. It’s enough to make his body shake, but he doesn’t back off.
He bets Minho would whisper to him sweetly, telling him he can take a little more, so he turns up the vibration setting.
“Ah..ah..” he can’t stop the embarrassing noises from coming out, and it’s getting so hard to stay still.
Jisung feels the most delicious kind of shame at the sight of precum beading at his tip, like his desire has grown so much, it’s just seeping out of him now.
He drops the vibrator beside him, aching to buck up into his fist a few times. He swears he can hear Minho’s smooth voice directing him on what to do next. No doubt, he’d tell him to get ready to take his cock, and would just sit back and watch as Jisung opens himself up.
Jisung would pretend he’s too shy to do that in front of him, a deep blush tinting his cheeks and neck. But Minho would see right through his act. Minho would be able to tell how depraved Jisung could truly get. He’s sure of it.
While he’s on his back, he bends his knees more, drawing his legs closer to his chest. His hole would be on full display like this. The thought of Minho watching makes his body feel like its on fire.
Jisung raises his head slightly to spit into his hand, imagining it came from Minho’s mouth instead. When he gently traces over his rim, he inhales sharply, still feeling like he’s burning with anticipation. He uses a little more pressure, just barely letting his fingertip sink into his entrance. Jisung’s brows knit together as his tongue glides over his top lip.
Losing any of the patience he had left, he goes to squeeze the bottle of lube beside him, but way too much comes out into his hand. Too eager. The messiness of it all just turns him on even more, though.
His finger, slippery and practically dripping with lube now, glides into his hole with ease, drawing a desperate whine out of Jisung. It’s not long before he’s working a second finger inside himself, trying to crook them in just the right way.
What would Minho think if he could see him now? Would he think it’s pathetic how absolutely wrecked he looks grinding against his own fingers? Would Minho have pity on him and help guide him through this, replacing Jisung’s hands with his own experienced ones?
“Please..” he says softly, but is just met with the silence of the empty room. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to regain focus on the image of Minho looking at him in the way that made Jisung so weak, so quickly.
The drag of his knuckles going in and out of his hole is driving him crazy, while his mind goes fuzzy whenever his fingertips graze his prostate. His hair starts to dampen from the sweat that’s forming on his forehead.
Jisung lolls his head to the side, eyeing the dildo he just bought. He can’t help but wonder if it’s a similar size to Minho’s cock. He bets Minho’s is so pretty, and his mouth waters at the thought of it.
He grips the toy and, carefully this time, pours lube all over it. With shaky hands, he taps the tip against his hole a couple times, the weight of it making him twitch. He just rubs it around the rim for a moment, not letting it past the tight ring of muscle yet. As desperate and gone as Jisung is right now, he still loves the feeling of being teased.
“Oh my god,” he squeaks out when the head of the dildo finally enters him. The stretch is even more heavenly than he could have imagined. When he adjusts, he starts feeling like he’s been missing out on an insane amount of pleasure all these years. He should have listened to Felix sooner.
There’s something about having his ass so full that makes him completely surrender to the fantasy. “S-so big, Minho...” Once Jisung gets the angle just right, he’s thrusting the toy cock into himself as if it’s his sole purpose in life.
The squelching sounds of the dildo and the extra lube by his ass and thighs makes his body feel as dirty as his mind usually is. His heart is beating too fast, and it feels like he might float away if he doesn’t dig his nails into the sheets. He has to hold on tightly.
Jisung whines and arches his back as his release keeps getting closer. He’s barely able to keep the movements coordinated. The feeling of his toy sliding in and out of him paired with the thought of Minho doting on him and instructing him to come are what bring him over the edge.
His thighs tremble and his vision goes dark for a moment, coming harder than he thinks he ever has. Jisung feels himself clench around the dildo, and lets it stay inside him for a moment, not ready to feel empty again.
He’s still in a bit of a daze when he looks down and sees his belly covered in cum. Some shame enters the back of Jisung’s mind as he runs his fingers through it and brings them straight into his mouth, licking them clean.
He wants to believe Minho would praise him for not letting it go to waste. In his ideal world, Minho would even want to share it with him.
After his breathing and heart rate have mostly returned to normal, he expects to be able to let the fantasy go. He doesn’t even know Minho, so he shouldn’t already be consuming all of Jisung’s thoughts. But it’s hard to forget perfection.
Plus, Minho had given him the best excuse for returning to the shop the following week. Jisung didn’t even have to come up with some convoluted plan to get to see him again.
And yes, Minho was only providing great customer service and didn’t suggest anything more. But how can Jisung simply forget the way his gaze lingered on him? It has to mean something, right?
Sometimes, hope is dangerous.
Jisung doesn’t usually let himself get too optimistic because the disappointment always hurts like hell. But he’d be lying if he said he could just give up on the idea of visiting Minho again.
So when the next week finally arrives, Jisung walks back into the sex toy shop as nonchalantly as he can. As if he hasn’t just been touching himself to the idea of Minho for the past six nights in a row. As if he’s not going to need new batteries soon. As if he had been able to think of anything at all besides the man a few feet in front of him.