Work Text:
“Again.” Minho says.
Jisung throws another punch to the hanging bag in front of him.
The two decided to have a late night boxing session after their schedules were finished for the day. Usually their boxing instructor would be here but it was too late at night and Minho and Jisung didn’t want to bother him so late, so tonight they’re practicing alone.
The gym is a somewhat private one that only company members can access. It’s located on a basement level floor so there’s no windows, and the walls are completely overtaken by mirrors. Minho and Jisung are located in the corner with the hanging punching bags and have been making less progress than usual.
“Hyung, seriously, I’m pretty sure I’ve been hitting this bag in the exact same way for the past 3 minutes. My form hasn’t changed since the first punch, what am I doing wrong?” Jisung whines.
Minho grabs Jisung’s elbow and positions it slightly backwards.
“You’re getting better, you just keep extending your arm all the way forward. For this punch you don’t need to extend your arm all the way, keep your elbow at a 90 degree angle and make sure your arm is at shoulder height. Try again Hannie.” Minho instructs.
Jisung follows his instructions and positions his arm as he says. He throws another punch to the abused bag, except this time it delivers a much bigger force than before.
Jisung turns to Minho, “Hyung did you see that? I think I did it right this time, the bag moved a lot more!”
Minho smiles at him, “See what happens when you whine less and listen more? That was really good, Hannie.”
Jisung slightly pouts at the first comment but takes in the praise. Minho reaches out his thumb and brushes over the pout lightly with a teasing smile.
“Now let’s move over to the mat, I want you to practice the punch on me.” He says as he starts moving to the soft mat in the middle of the empty gym.
“What about your gloves hyung?” Jisung follows behind.
“I won’t be delivering any punches back, so I won’t need them jagi.” Minho responds.
Jisung nods and puts his legs in the usual boxing position in front of Minho.
“Okay first I’ll try it on you and I want you to try to block me, remember how the instructor showed you?” Minho asks.
“Hyungg, you know how bad I am at blocking. Is this your excuse to just punch me for stealing your pudding earlier?” Jisung whines again.
Minho shakes his head, “Just try, get in position.”
Jisung gets back in position, this time putting his arms up in a defensive manner. Minho raises his taped hands and puts his thick arms in the same stance Jisung had earlier. The younger would be lying if he said he didn’t get a little turned on every time Minho practiced his punches on him, or maybe a lot. They had already been there for 2 hours and Minho had finished a brutal session with the punching bag before he walked over to fix Jisung’s form. He was already so sweaty, veins popping on his arms with a slightly flushed neck, thick thighs flexing from the stance he was in, hard fists wrapped in the protective tape that somehow turned him on even more.
Jisung swallows.
His lingering eyes don’t go unnoticed by the piercing eyes of the man in front of him.
“What are you thinking about Jisungie?” Minho smirks at the younger.
Jisung moves his eyes back up to meet Minho’s.
“Nothing. Just waiting for you to throw that punch hyung.” He responds.
“Oh I’m sure you are.” Minho teases.
Minho already knows the effect his current state has on Jisung, the feeling goes both ways. When they first started boxing together, they would sometimes leave their session with their instructor a bit early because they both couldn’t keep it in their pants long enough to finish all the way through. Jisung always felt bad for the man, but he was getting paid all the same nonetheless so it wasn’t that bad.
Tonight the instructor wasn’t with them. They were in the private gym alone. Jisung quickly erases that thought from his head. Just because it was late and they were alone now doesn’t mean someone couldn’t randomly walk in. They were using the company gym, so any co-worker could walk in on them. Plus having sex in a gym that other people they know use would just be unethical.
Still, Jisung couldn’t help but think about it.
Minho’s voice takes him out of his dirty thoughts.
“Alright, you ready for me jagi?” he asks with his clenched fists raised.
More than you know.
“Yup, go ahead hyung.” He says instead.
Jisung raises his gloved hands up to protect his face again. He’s still not very good at blocking punches yet, but he knows Minho probably won’t go too easy on him.
Before he knows it, Minho delivers the rear hook to his direction and Jisung stiffens his arms in front of his face. The punch lands directly on the gloved part of his arm and his body slightly moves back from the force.
“Not the best way to block that, but good job Hannie. Now it's your turn.” Minho says.
“You know I’m still not good at blocking hyung, and you punch way too hard.” Jisung moans.
Minho shakes his head.
“You won’t learn anything if I go too easy on you, now hurry and get back in position.” he demands.
The younger sighs and gets back in the stance for the rear hook in front of Minho. He takes a deep breath and throws his fist forward, expecting to come in contact with Minho’s arms, but his punch meets nothing but air.
Minho dodged the punch with ease. Jisung releases a surprised gasp when he feels Minho sweep his feet off of the floor with his legs and push his body on top of him. The younger falls backward with Minho on top of him, his arm landing behind Jisung’s head to protect it from the fall. The mat is pretty soft so it probably wouldn’t have hurt much anyways, but Jisung appreciates it nonetheless.
“Hyung, you were supposed to block my punch, not tackle me to the ground.” Jisung groans. He looks up at the older, who now has his arms next to his head, caging the younger between the thick pillars.
“What, I thought you liked me on top of you?” He smirks down at him.
Jisung blushes under him.
I do.
“Not when we’re boxing hyung, this is a professional setting.” He huffs out instead.
“Oh yeah?” Minho ducks his head lower to Jisung’s face.
He kisses the corner of his mouth. “So am I not allowed to kiss you here?”
He kisses the other corner.
Jisung’s cheeks grow red very quickly.
“No” he says in a defeated tone.
Minho hums. His lips are so close to touching Jisung's, all he would have to do is move his head a bit lower.
Jisung can’t take it anymore, he moves his head up aiming to kiss him but Minho slightly pulls back before he can. Jisung lets out a quiet whine in complaint.
“What? I’m just respecting your little rules Jisungie, this is a professional setting of course.” Minho mocks.
Jisung groans, “Fine, I was bullshitting hyung. Just kiss me please, hyung, please just kiss me I want you so bad hyung, please just- ”
Minho immediately crashes his lips down to Jisung’s awaiting mouth, cutting him off mid-sentence. He knew that would work, Minho loves it when he begs.
He bites Jisung’s bottom lip and immediately gets granted access to the inside of his mouth. Tongue against tongue, exploring what is already so familiar to each other but they could never get enough of. The kiss started off very slow, almost teasingly slow and Minho was in full control of the pace.
Jisung feels Minho’s knee press up in between his thighs, grinding on his cock.
The younger moans into the kiss.
Minho grabs onto Jisung’s hands that are still engulfed in the boxing gloves, and pins them to the side of his head as he devours his mouth. He lifts his right hand off of Jisung’s pinned arms and travels it down the younger’s body at an agonizingly slow pace. His hand slowly sneaks below Jisung’s shirt, the boxing tape wrapped around his it ticking at Jisung’s soft skin before his fingers finally come in contact with his right nipple.
Minho starts to tease the bud while his mouth travels down to Jisung’s neck.
Jisung breathes out, “Minho, m’ sweaty.”
That doesn’t seem to phase the older as he starts sucking marks on the younger's neck while his hand continues working at his nipples. Jisung’s mind has gotten cloudy, lost in the feeling of the older on top of him.
“We should go home.” Jisung manages to get out in the midst of his foggy mind.
Minho stops his abuse on his neck and brings his lips back to Jisung’s mouth, delivering those slow, teasing kisses again.
“Haven’t you ever thought about me fucking you in here Jisungie?” Minho says, his lips brushing against Jisung’s mouth at every word he speaks.
He slowly opens his eyes, noticing Minho’s piercing ones already looking back at him.
“Hyung, anyone could walk in on us.” Jisung lamely argues.
The older shrugs.
“All the more fun, baby.” Is the last thing Minho says before he’s all over Jisung again.
His hands lift Jisung’s shirt up below his neck enough for his full chest to be out and fully accessible to the older’s greedy eyes and mouth.
Minho grabs onto Jisung’s gloved hands and crosses them over his head.
“Keep these up here, don’t move them.”
Jisung releases a small whine but complies. He always does.
Minho dips his head to Jisung’s exposed chest and starts lapping at a peckered nipple while working at the other with his hand. Jisung’s back arches as the older continues alternating his mouth and fingers between the two buds, leaving the younger a whining mess below him.
Jisung can feel himself already leaking into his boxers from how turned on he is and instinctively thrusts his hips upward, desperate for any sort of friction he can get from the older on top of him. Minho, however, lifts his own hips up and away from the younger’s desperate attempt.
“Hyung, please- want you so bad.” Jisung whines again.
“I know, baby.” Minho says in a fake sympathetic tone.
Jisung knows he’s enjoying this.
Minho continues lapping and softly biting at the now red buds on the younger’s chest for a little longer before he moves his head down and starts leaving open mouthed kisses down Jisung’s body.
The older hooks his fingers on the waistband of the younger’s gym shorts and slowly pulls the shorts off, leaving the boxers still on.
Jisung releases a frustrated groan knowing the older is enjoying this teasing, he very well could have pulled his underwear off along with the shorts but he knows the older would rather continue to tease him until he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Hyuuung” he whines.
Minho ignores him still and leaves feather-like kisses on the wet patch Jisung has left on his boxers, right atop his length. He hooks his fingers on the waistband of the boxers, pulling them down slowly. The younger’s cock springs out of the boxers as soon as they’ve escaped the restraints of the bothersome fabric and Minho lets out a small chuckle.
Minho moves back up to Jisung’s face and kisses him again, as he grips the younger’s dripping length in his hand gently strokes it at an agonizingly slow pace.
Jisung loses his mind when the older glides his thumb over the head of his cock, smearing the cum already leaking out and bringing it up to the younger’s lips. Jisung’s lips are now glistened with the evidence of his own arousal and Minho can’t help but dive in and get a taste.
The older devours his mouth as he attempts to get every last drop, the sounds of the wet kiss and Jisung’s whines echoing through the gym.
“Fuck baby, I need to get inside of you.” The older groans against his mouth.
“Please” the younger pants out.
Minho gives him one last peck before he moves back to spread Jisung’s legs so he’s positioned right in between them. He pulls his shirt up and over his head, enjoying the dazed look on Jisung’s face as he takes in the older’s sweaty and thick body. He begins to tug at the loose end of the boxing tape still wrapped around his hand to try to get it off.
“Wait!”
Minho halts his movements and looks at the younger blushing below him.
“Can you please keep the tape on?”
The older is confused for a split second before he comes to a sudden realization.
He likes it.
Minho smirks, “Whatever you want, baby.”
He sticks the loose ends back to their spot and reaches his hand into his gym shorts for the small bottle of lube he brought with him.
Jisung’s eyes widen.
“Hyung, were you planning on fucking me here?”
Yes.
“Hoped, planned, whatever you wanna call it.” He says instead.
Jisung raises an amused brow that quickly goes away when he hears the older squirt the lube out.
Minho rubs the lube between his hands, warming it up. Jisung doesn’t like it when it’s cold. The younger releases a quiet moan when he feels Minho’s finger prodding into his rim.
One, then two, and eventually Minho has all three of his fingers squeezed into Jisung's hole.
“Always so fucking tight baby.”
Jisung’s mind is already in a foggy state, barely aware of anything other than Minho’s fingers stretching him out, gasping when he angles them to slightly brush his prostate. He lets out a melodic whine when the older takes them out, feeling the emptiness they left behind.
“Please.” Jisung begs.
“Always so impatient” Minho tisks.
He slightly sits up so he can pull his shorts and boxers down enough to get his cock out.
Jisung’s heart is already beating in anticipation seeing the angry head of Minho’s hard cock leaking pre-cum. Minho doesn’t give what he’s feeling away very easily when they tease, but seeing the proof of the younger’s effect on Minho makes his chest surge with pride every time.
Minho moves back in position and reaches for Jisung’s still gloved hands.
“Let’s get these off of you jagi, I wanna hold your bare skin.” He says as he removes the big gloves from the younger’s hands. When they’re finally off, he grips onto Jisung’s shirt and lifts it over his head.
Jisung relishes in the fresh feeling of his hands no longer being caged in the warm boxing gloves. However, his free wrists get pressed back down against the mat, crossed over each other as the older holds them down in his hand so the younger isn’t able to move them.
Minho moves his head down and presses open mouthed kisses on Jisung’s neck slowly moving up to his ear.
“You ready for me baby?” He whispers against his ear and Jisung quickly nods.
Minho raises the younger’s hips and pulls his thighs to be hooked over his own, much closer in this position, he aligns his cock with Jisung’s hole and starts pressing in.
They both moan at the feeling of their bodies finally connecting, Jisung’s hole instinctively clenching around the intrusion which only gets a louder moan out of Minho.
“Fuck baby, always squeezing me so perfectly” Minho grunts out and Jisung whines.
When he finally gets his full length in, he starts to slowly rock in and out of the younger’s hole. He savors the feeling of his cock being suctioned in by the greedy hole at every thrust. Minho bends down and starts pressing wet kisses down the younger’s neck, Jisung’s head already thrown back and moaning in pleasure, giving the older perfect access.
Minho suddenly moves his body up on bended knees so he can easily start drilling into him, hands gripping his hips in a deliciously bruising manner. Jisung’s legs wrap around his torso, trying to pull him impossibly closer.
“Your body was made for me baby, always taking me so well.” Minho praises and Jisung whines even more.
The gym is quickly filled with lewd sounds. Jisung’s loud moans and whimpers as he feels Minho’s cock head repeatedly press into his prostate, Minho’s grunts as the younger’s walls squeeze him everytime he comes in contact with it.
Minho suddenly remembers where they are and looks up directly forward. His eyes meet with the mirror in front of them and he takes in the scene occurring in front of him. Jisung’s back is arched and his head is thrown back enough to be able to slightly see the mirror behind him, eyebrows slightly crinkled in pleasure. He meets eyes with the older’s sharp ones in the reflection and he moans out even more.
Their eyes stay connected as Minho continues to slide in and out of him and an idea occurs to the older.
Minho unexpectedly pulls out of Jisung, earning him a loud whine in complaint.
“Hyung, wha-”
“Sit up” Minho cuts him off, releasing his hold on Jisung’s wrists and pulling him up from the floor.
“Hyung? Is something wrong” Jisung asks as he slowly sits up on his knees.
Minho grabs onto his torso and turns his body around to face the mirror in front of them.
“I want to watch us properly, baby.” Minho says against Jisung’s ear.
The younger’s ears turn red when he finally understands. Minho grabs his hips and bends him slightly forward so he can get back inside of him.
“I want you to watch too, baby, keep your eyes forward for me.” He says as he leaves a kiss on Jisung’s neck.
Minho’s length slides back inside of Jisung’s wet hole and begins rolling his hips, the younger whining out when he finds the angle to brush at his prostate again. He feels even deeper in this position, thrusts going even deeper and Jisung can hear his heartbeat in his ears at the intense pleasure.
“I want you to watch what I do to you baby, watch what only I can do to you.” Minho grunts against his neck, fucking into Jisung even deeper.
Jisung could barely hold himself up now, losing all the strength in his body as it’s being overcome by pleasure. Minho notices this and holds onto the younger’s biceps and pulls him up against his chest.
“Say it, baby, who do you belong to?” Minho demands. One of his arms is now wrapped around Jisung’s front, taped hand tickling at his skin again as he starts teasing a bud and the younger's mind goes foggy watching it all happen in their reflection. It’s all too much for him, his senses are all overwhelmed and he won’t last very long like this.
Minho is looking too and he relishes in the image of the Jisung in front of him right now. A cock-drunk and mindless mess, he probably hasn’t even processed the question and as satisfied as he is to see what he’s doing to the younger, he still needs an answer.
He pinches at the bud he was just teasing and bites at Jisung’s neck earning him a loud whimper.
“Y-you!” Jisung finally manages to get out.
Minho’s hand slides down to Jisung’s leaking and flailing cock and strokes it a little before pressing down on his slit as he fucks harder into the younger’s greedy hole.
Jisung releases a sob at the uncomfortable feeling, still keeping his eyes connected to the older’s in their reflection.
“Not enough baby, you know what I wanna hear.”
Jisung’s thighs are now trembling from the overwhelming pleasure. He won’t last much longer with Minho’s cock constantly brushing on his prostate, fucking into him in and out at the perfect pace.
But he knows he won’t be able to cum without giving Minho what he wants first. Minho’s possessiveness doesn't just persist in the public world, but in the bedroom as well. He loves hearing Jisung say he’s his and only his. It’s not an insecurity thing really, it’s just what it is. Asserting ownership.
Jisung’s face is all wet now from tears, both from the pleasure and frustration of not being able to cum yet and he looks a beautiful mess, Minho thinks.
He still manages to keep his eyes locked on the older’s demanding ones on their reflection.
“I’m yours.” He pants out.
Minho groans, his hips smacking harder into Jisung’s skin as thrusts harder, hand still gripping the younger’s bicep and skillfully guiding his body to meet his thrusts.
“Again.” He grunts.
Jisung starts rolling his hips around Minho’s hard thrusts and he can’t help but acknowledge the lewd sounds echoing around the gym.
Skin slapping against skin, two thick and sweaty bodies moving at a delicious rhythm chasing each other’s pleasure, and desperate to give each other more.
“I’m yours, all yours. I belong to you Minho, no one else but you” He pants out again and that does it.
Minho brushes his hand over and off of Jisung’s slit as he mutters the command the younger so desperately needed against his ear, rolling his hips in a deliciously addictive way.
“Cum.”
Jisung’s lets out a lewd mewl as his body twitches and locks up, his cock spurting out cum painting the mat below them with the evidence of what they’ve done. Minho grunts as he feels the younger’s hole clenching through every thrust around his cock and he buries himself deeper to finally release himself inside Jisung’s wanting hole.
The two ride out the high of their orgasms, two panting and sweaty messes. They fall to the side, Jisung’s back to Minho’s front. They lay there for a second trying to catch their breaths.
When their panting dies down, Jisung hears the older man breathe out a small laugh above him.
“I just fucked you in our company gym” He chuckles out.
Jisung holds himself up on his elbow and lightly smacks Minho’s chest with his hand.
“Shut up and help me clean up before someone actually walks in.” The younger grumbles.
Minho obligues and gives the younger a peck before getting up.
Truthfully, Minho locked the gym door as soon as they walked in, but he didn't need to know that.