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Jisung’s jaw drops as he stares at the video on his screen.
“N o way that actually works, ” he mutters. His mind races with logistics. Angles. Physics. Risk of injury. That position doesn’t just defy gravity—it practically invites disaster.
He rewinds the video. Again. For science, obviously.
This isn’t something you try with just anyone. One slip, and someone’s ending up in the ER with a broken dick. He scrolls through his mental Rolodex of past hookups. No one comes to mind. They were either too flaky, already ghosted him, or just simply not strong enough.
He sighs. This requires someone solid. Trustworthy. Strong.
Just as he’s contemplating this, the apartment door swings open, and Minho’s voice fills the space.
“J isungie, I’m home! God, today was endless. Whoever said teaching dance to kids was rewarding deserves to stub their toe. Twice. There’s this one mom who’s convinced her daughter is the best dancer ever, but Karen’s kid dances like a drunk duck .”
Jisung’s heart does a flip.
Minho.
Of course. Minho’s thighs are practically tree trunks. He could definitely handle the lift part. And squats? The man lives for them. Plus, he’s Jisung’s best friend. His soulmate. The most obvious—and yet riskiest—choice.
Jisung watches as Minho drops his bag and heads into the kitchen, humming softly as he starts pulling out ingredients. His concentrated face is so damn cute.
Okay, maybe Jisung’s been in love with Minho for years. But it’s fine. Everything’s fine. Totally normal to be obsessed with your best friend’s thighs while they cook you dinner.
Jisung bookmarks the video , just in case he needs to show it later. Then he follows Minho into the kitchen, leaning on the counter as he watches him chop vegetables.
“H ey, hyung, ” Jisung says, voice wavering slightly.
Minho glances over, flashing that warm smile that makes Jisung’s knees weak . “ What’s up, Sungie? You look like you’ve been thinking too hard. New anime? Weird internet theory ?”
Jisung laughs nervously. “ Something like that .”
Minho quirks a brow. “ Lay it on me. You know I love your weird obsessions .”
Jisung takes a deep breath. Okay . Now or never.
“S o, uh… I found this video. And I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Like, a lot. It’s kind of … well, it’s something you can’t really figure out by watching. It needs … practice .”
Minho stops chopping and gives Jisung his full attention. “ Practice? What kind of practice are we talking about ?”
Jisung bit his lip, hesitating. “ The guy in it… he was lifting the other guy up while they were... you know, still together. Like a backpack. And, um, bouncing him while they … were doing it. ” His face turned red as he trailed off.
Minho raised an eyebrow, a slow smile curving his lips. “ Sounds intense. And kinda hot .”
Jisung’s face flushes deep red. “ I think it could work. With the right partner. Someone I trust. ”
Minho blinks, then slowly smiles. “ You’re asking me to… help you try out this position ?”
Jisung’s heart is hammering. “ I mean—only if you want to! It’s fine if you don’t . It’s totally fine. Forget I said anything. I’ll just —”
Minho sets down the knife, walks over, and gently tilts Jisung’s chin up with a finger. “ Jisung. Breathe. You’re adorable when you get all flustered. Of course, I’ll help you .”
Jisung’s breath catches. “ Really ?”
Minho grins. “ Yeah. But first, you’re going to show me exactly what we’re working with. Let’s see this infamous video .”
Jisung’s hands tremble as he pulls out his phone and opens the bookmarked video. “ Here it is, ” he says, voice barely above a whisper.
Minho leans over, his breath warm against Jisung’s neck, and watches the screen. The video plays—a tangle of limbs, shifting weight, and precarious balance. Minho’s brow furrows, his expression focused and thoughtful.
Jisung holds his breath. His face is burning. This is mortifying. He’s going to think I’m a total weirdo.
But when the video ends, Minho just tilts his head and says, “Huh. That’s… actually kind of genius. Risky as hell, but with the right balance and core strength, it’s doable.”
Jisung stares at him, wide-eyed. “ Wait… you don’t think it’s weird ?”
Minho snorts. “Jisung, nothing you could ever show me would be weird. I love that little brain of yours and this is interesting. It’s not something I’ve ever tried before and I’m always down to try something once.”
Jisung lets out a laugh, the tension easing slightly. “ Fair point .”
Minho leans closer, lowering his voice. “But you’re right. This isn’t something you’d try with just anyone. It’s dangerous if you don’t trust your partner completely.”
Jisung swallows hard. “ That’s why I thought of you. I trust you, hyung. Completely .”
Minho’s eyes soften. “ I trust you too, Sungie .”
For a moment, they just stand there, the air between them thick with unspoken words. Jisung’s heart is pounding, his pulse echoing in his ears. He’s about to say something—something stupid, probably confess his feelings right here in the kitchen—when Minho breaks the silence.
“S o, how do you want to do this ?”
Jisung blinks. “Huh?”
Minho gestures toward the bedroom. “We need space, right? To figure out the logistics. I mean, I’m assuming we’re not just going to wing it in the kitchen.”
Jisung’s brain stutters. “ You— you’re serious ?”
Minho chuckles, ruffling Jisung’s hair. “Dead serious. Let’s test this out. And if it doesn’t work, at least we’ll have a funny story to tell.”
Jisung is up on his feet and headed to the bedroom to follow Minho. He can’t believe that this is going to happen. He never thought that Minho would agree. Sure, he had hoped that he would but he knows that his imagination tends to get the best of him. The last thing he wanted was hope, but this truly was going to be his best idea.
Jisung’s heart flutters as he steps closer to Minho. They lean into each other, mouths meeting in a slow, exploratory kiss. Minho grips onto Jisungs waist, lightly, as if he thinks that he will either float away or break as he deepens it further. They make their way closer to the bed and Minho sits down, bringing Jisung down with him. Jisung straddles his lap, deepening the kiss, feeling the growing heat between them. As a moan slips out, Minho slips his tongue inside. God this is perfect.
He’s pretty sure that this moment is absolute heaven. The way that Minho’s lips fit his just perfectly like a puzzle piece. He knows that he needs to try to keep his own personal feelings out of this, but he just can’t help it. Jisung just hopes that they will come out of this without it being weird.
“A re you reading Sungie ?”
Jisung nodded, breathless. He grabs the lube from the end table next to the bed to start the process of opening Minho up. Prep is going to be the key to this. If only he wasn’t so incredibly nervous. It’s not that Jisung hasn’t had sex before, but he typically bottoms. He knows how important this is going to be so he really can’t fuck it up or skimp on the prep time. And this is Minho.
Minho lays down on the bed face down and Jisung makes his way over to him. He uncaps the lube and starts to pour the strawberry-flavored liquid over the cleft of his ass. Yes, it’s strawberry, don’t judge. He slowly starts to work a finger into Minho’s tight hole. God he just wants to savor this moment and stare forever. The sight of himself going into his best friend is an image that should be painted. Minho’s ass is just so beautiful. It’s almost as much of a work of art as his thighs are.
“Jagi, you can put another in. I, I can take it. Please.” Minho begs.
Oh god, hearing him beg for Jisung is just another level. He could listen to this every day of his life. But now is not the time , he starts to add in another finger and starts scissoring him open. Even as a part-time top, he knows that he needs to prep him really well to take him. Especially when they are about to experiment with an insane as fuck position.
Minho starts to mewl and writhe on the bed underneath Jisung.
“ I ’m ready, please. Fuck me. I need you to fuck me now .”
Jisung freezes. Oh shit. This is really about to happen. He’s one step closer to achieving his dream AND fulfilling some weird sex kink he didn’t know he had. He spreads Minho’s legs apart and lines himself up to take him.
“W ait, shit. I need to grab a condo m ”
“ D on’t . I mean, if you don’t mind. I’d rather feel everythin g ”
Jisung is for sure he just blacked out. There’s no way that Minho is truly suggesting that their first time be barebacked ?
“A re you sure about this ?”
“Jisung, I swear to god, if you are not inside me in the next 5 seconds I’m-”
Jisung slams home. If only to silence the voice in his head that’s telling him that this is a terrible idea. He didn't think that emotionally he was going to survive this. Either he was going to tell Minho he loved him mid fuck or he was going to cry. It could honestly be both , Minho feels like absolute heaven. He feels so tight around him as he slowly draws back to slam into him again. He picks up a steady pace as Minho starts to whine underneath him. It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.
“F uck…Sung. You feel so good .”
Jisung starts to get lost in the feeling. It’s almost too much. He’s going to cum too fast and they still haven’t gotten to the main event so to speak.
“M i-nho. Fuuucck. You feel so good. ” Jisung is trying to think of the best time to even attempt to ask to try out this insane backpack maneuver. Thankfully, it’s as if Minho is in his head and looks over his shoulder right at Jisung. God, he looks so fucked out and beautiful. He wishes he could take a picture.
“S ungie, jagi. As much as I’m loving this, I think it’s time. ” Jisung nods and wraps his arms around Minho’s shoulders. Minho hooks his hands under Jisung’s thighs. With the ease of being a long-term dancer, Minho stands up while gripping tightly on him. Jisung instinctively goes to wrap his legs around Minho’s waist but he stops and lets them dangle gently by his side. They both laugh, breathless and excited, adjusting for balance.
“H old on to me tightly, ” Minho murmured, his voice low and reassuring.
Jisung tightened his grip, trusting Minho completely . As Minho found a steady rhythm, their bodies moved together, Jisung’s weight cradled against him. Minho starts to prop one leg up on the edge of the bed and starts to bounce Jisung up and down.
This is probably the most insane thing he has ever done, but he is in shock at Minho’s strength and stamina. Minho keeps bouncing Jisung up and down and he starts to feel the pending orgasm.
“J agiya… I’m so close. ” Jisung whines and moves his hands to grip Minho’s shoulders, using what strength he has to start moving his own body to assist with the bouncing. He can hear Minho’s labored breaths as he gets closer and closer to his release.
“B aby, we’ve now seen it can work but I need you to get on your hands and knees on the bed NOW. I need to make you feel so good. For being such a good boy for me. ” The sound that comes out of Minho’s mouth at the mention of being called a ‘ good boy ’ almost makes Jisung cum right then and there. Minho drops them both down to the bed and gets into the position Jisung asked. He starts to pound into Minho with all the energy he has left, making sure to nail his prostate with every thrust. Jisung reaches around to take Minho’s leaking cock into his hand and starts to grip him tighter, working him up and down.
“F uck, Jisung—harder, ” Minho gasps, gripping onto the sheets for dear life.
Jisung lifts Minho so he is flush with his chest, teeth grazing his neck, his breath hot against his skin. “ You’re so fucking tight, ” he growled, slamming into him, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.
Minho’s cries grew louder, shameless, as each thrust sent him spiraling closer to the edge. His muscles tensed, and his body wracked with waves of pleasure as JIsung fucked him hard and deep, relentless.
When Minho finally came, it was with a shout that echoed off the walls, his whole body shaking in Jisung’s arms. It really is the most beautiful sound Jisung has ever heard. He wants to hear it all the time. Maybe make it his ringtone . Anything at all to hear that sound again. Jisung wasn’t far behind, groaning low against Minho’s neck as he followed him over the edge, hips jerking, holding him so tightly they might as well have been one.
They both tumble onto the bed, breathless and flushed , they stay tangled together, hearts pounding, their laughter soft and sweet. Minho rolls over onto his back and brings Jisung to cuddle onto his chest.
“I guess we found a new favorite,” Minho whispered, pressing a kiss to Jisung’s temple.
Jisung grinned, still breathless. “ Yeah. Let’s call it the ‘ backpack special . ’”
They continue to lay together, neither one of them saying a word. Jisung wants to ask Minho if everything is ok between them. It was an intense experience and while he knows that Minho will do whatever he asks, he doesn’t want their dynamic to change. Even if Jisung wants more than just friendship with him.
“I can hear your mind spiraling, Sung. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours. ” Minho opens his eyes and looks down at Jisung’s face. He looks so beautiful after everything. Even with all the sweat and tears, he just looks so beautiful. Jisung is so fucked.
“ I ’m just…worried that this will change us. I know I said that I trusted you AND I DO , do not get me wrong. I’m just now having that post-sex worry spiral that this will make things weird and I don’t want that to happen because I lo– ... uhm care about you a lot. ” He hopes that Minho doesn’t catch his almost slip-up. Jisung tends to get a bit more emotional and needy after sex but admitting that he loves Minho is not on his post-sex bingo card.
“J agi, look at me, ” Minho responds, in the softest tone he’s ever heard. Jisung looks up into his eyes. “N othing you could ever do would change us. That’s never going to happen. I don’t want you to worry. I told you I'd do it, and I'm so happy that you trusted me enough to come to me in the first place. I care about you too .”
God. He just keeps getting more and more perfect. Jisung thinks to himself, you know what, fuck it. He already crossed the line by adding sex into the mix, he may as well just confess it all. Plus Minho is looking all cute and compliant, maybe he’ll take the news well.
“W hat if I told you that I want one thing to change between us? ” Jisung all but whispers.
Minho stays silent but watches Jisungs face carefully. As if to let him know it’s ok to continue.
“I…..love you Minho. I’ve been in love with you for years. I thought that I could just have sex with you and that our friendship would just have a bit of a bonus of sex, but I can't separate the two. I want to hear your moans at night and watch you cook breakfast in the morning. I want to watch anime with you and then watch you take me apart at night. I want to be able to kiss you when I feel like it and just have more. I can’t pretend I don’t love you. I just don’t want to ruin this, but I can’t go on any longer without telling you.” It all comes rushing out of Jisung so fast that he’s not even sure if anything he said makes sense.
He feels Minho slightly shift, then sees a smile go across his face.
“Jagi, Sungie, my love. I love you too. I can’t have sex without feelings either. I’ve been in love with you for a while. This was just my selfish way to get you any way that I could. I want all of those things with you too.”
Jisung just stares at Minho. Then with a loud breath replies, “ Oh thank fuck. I thought I was going to have to move out and change my name or die .”
Minho chuckles and cuddles Jisung in further. “ No need for the dramatics. Thank you for being you Jisung . Now come on. We’ve got to shower, or we’ll stick to the sheets .”
Laughing, Jisung finally rolled out of bed, wobbling on shaky legs. He grabbed Minho’s hand, pulling him toward the bathroom. The shower was quick, full of giggles and stolen kisses, and the occasional splash of water that earned a playful scolding from Minho.
Wrapped in towels and still a bit damp, they made their way to the kitchen. Jisung leaned against the counter, watching as Minho moved around with practiced ease. His muscles flexed as he went back to chopping the vegetables they had left on the counter, his hair damp and curling around his forehead. Jisung’s heart did a little flip.
“ Y ou’re staring again, ” Minho teased without looking up.
“I can’t help it,” Jisung said softly. “You’re… you.”
Minho turned, stepping closer to press a quick kiss to Jisung’s lips . “ You’re you, too. And I wouldn’t want anyone else .”
Jisung blushed, his fingers playing with the hem of Minho’s shirt. “ So… boyfriends ?”
“B oyfriends, ” Minho confirmed, grinning. “ With benefits. And positions. And shared anime marathons .”
Jisung laughed. “ Best package deal ever .”
They shared another soft kiss, slow and sweet before Minho returned to his cooking. Jisung hovered nearby, offering to chop ingredients or stir the pot, though he mostly just used it as an excuse to sneak kisses from Minho.
After dinner, full and content, they curled up on the couch, legs tangled, sharing a blanket. The soft hum of the TV played in the background, but Jisung’s eyes were more focused on Minho’s profile than any anime.
“ I ’m glad we did this, ” Jisung murmured.
Minho’s fingers tightened gently on his. “ Me too, jagi. Me too .”
As they drifted into a peaceful silence, Jisung’s heart felt light and full. He knew there would be challenges ahead—awkward moments, learning each other’s rhythms, maybe even future failed experiments in bed—but he also knew one thing for certain: Minho would be there, strong and steady, always his.
And that made everything feel just right.