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Being as close friends as they are, Minho and Jisung have gone on plenty trips all around the country before. It's not uncommon for them to spend weeks on end in a foreign city, surrounded by crowds of strangers and each other's company.
It used to be a sort of routine for them, but with Minho's work growing overbearing and his boss demanding more and more of him, it's been difficult to organize trips, to give themselves a break from their hectic lives. So they haven't really done much in terms of traveling.
Still, a chance is offered to them. Minho has a week off, and they're left hastily organizing a last minute trip to some city at the base of a mountain. Desperate to find an escape from their otherwise mundane lifestyles.
They're not rich by any means, and the short timespan they have to prepare for it leaves them with little to no accommodation options. They find a way, because it's what they do.
"How do you feel about rooming with other people? Y'know, sleeping in bunk beds and all that?" Minho asks, limbs strewn over the couch in a way that mimics the decorative blanket thrown on its other arm, his body no more than an unintelligible heap of fabric and limbs next to Jisung's, who has adopted quite a normal position on the couch.
Jisung takes a moment to think about it, really think about it, the implications of being in a room with two other complete strangers scares him, threatening to make his anxiety spike before he even gets to ponder Minho's suggestion further.
At the same time, if they do end up sleeping in bunk beds, Minho will be by his side unconditionally, ready to help him calm down if things to awry.
Maybe he should be optimistic about it, after all, him and Minho have endured worse together.
"Hmm, m'not sure. Won't it be weird? I mean, there's so much that could go wrong, right?" He mumbles, not really keen oh Minho's idea but not necessarily willing to make his hyung look for an alternative on such short notice. He wouldn't want to be an inconvenience.
"I'm sure it'll be fine, Jisungie, the place I found has great reviews and safety measures. Besides, I'm not gonna leave your side while we're there, you're gonna be safe with me." Minho assures him, voice soft with exhaustion.
"Promise?" Jisung asks, big eyes staring into Minho's thin, half-closed ones, craving assurance that everything will be fine.
"Promise."
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Jisung was clearly being dramatic, it's really not as bad he expected.
The room is truly spacious, with a long table on one end and four boxes with mattresses inside on the other, offering enough privacy to keep his mind from racing. The storage space is generous too, having more than enough cabinets to stuff his things in.
It's very nice actually, he feels bad for doubting Minho.
Their roommates are also really sweet, which helps ease his mind too. Felix is only a day younger than Jisung and he's practically a ball of sunshine, radiant, joyful, and so nice that Jisung hopes they'll remain friends even after they part ways.
Jeongin is a sweetheart too, his permanently squinty eyes and dimply smile give Jisung terrible cuteness aggression and he's only known him for an hour or two. He's also a year younger than him, which only aggravates his urge to affectionately squeeze him till he pops.
Jisung really shouldn't have worried so much.
The first day of their trip is the definition of bliss. Him and Minho take a tour of the city, visiting a huge, gorgeous church, adorned with detailed murals and a huge, functional organ. They attend a play together, although Jisung missed most of it because he fell asleep. He's still mad Minho didn't wake him up.
People give them weird looks when they notice them holding hands as they walk down the street, but they pay them no mind, Jisung is too happy to care. He's missed these kinds of trips with his best friend.
They have dinner at a fancy restaurant, placed so high up they need to take a cable car to get there. Wasn't Minho afraid of heights? Jisung is sure he was. He thinks back to Minho unsubtly feeding him some of his food, uncaring for any odd looks they might get.
After they get back to their room from a whole day of walking and navigating painfully crowded streets, Jisung is, to say the least, exhausted. He's dragging his feet, moving so slow that Felix asks him if he's okay at least five times, to which he only replies with mumbled "M'fine"s.
His bones feel leaden, heavy and constantly dragging him down as he climbs the metal ladder up to the top bunk, nearly falling down twice before making it into bed. Jisung settles into the bouncy mattress with a sound too similar to a pleased moan, stretching out leisurely, his loose shirt riding up to expose his soft stomach, the tiny hairs below his belly button he missed when shaving.
Jeongin and Felix look like they want to stay up for longer, but ultimately turn off all the lights and settle into bed just because Jisung is tired and they're that nice.
He'd feel bad about it if he were any less exhausted but as it stands, the only thing on his mind is going to sleep and mentally preparing himself to do it all over again tomorrow.
Just as he's about to fall asleep, a sound cuts through the silence.
He listens to the wooden bedframe creaking, to the squeaking of the metal ladder from the weight of a body most likely climbing down it.
Jisung doesn't open his eyes, because why should he? Any of the other three people he's rooming with could have gotten up to go to the bathroom, get a glass of water, anything.
He keeps his eyes closed, still waiting for sleep to overtake him, though also listening intently to the soft commotion coming from somewhere underneath him.
The next time the muted creaking can be heard, it seems closer, like someone is climbing up here, in his bed.
Fear sparks within him, ridding Jisung of most of his earlier exhaustion, he freezes, face half obstructed by his blanket. Maybe he shouldn't have trusted the other two guys. Maybe this was all a mistake
He doesn't manage to scare himself too badly before the unmistakable silhouette of Minho's wispy blonde hair, backlit by the moon outside, appears at the foot of his bed, forcing a relieved sigh from him.
"H-hyung?" Jisung asks, voice shaky, barely above a whisper. Did Minho not realize he was climbing in Jisung's bed? Or is this on purpose?
"Shh, Jisungie, hyung just wanted to check up on you, see how you're doing." Minho whispers softly, slowly crawling his way closer to Jisung till he's straddling the younger's thighs with his own, crowding him against the wall.
"M'okay, jus' tired." Jisung confesses, confused as to why Minho is still inching closer to him, arms now bracketing his head.
Their faces are so close he could raise his head up just slightly and kiss the elder. It makes his stomach twist in anticipation for some odd reason. He squirms beneath Minho slightly, trying to make sense of his emotions, still muddled by the thick veil of tiredness.
"Minho-hyung what are you-"
"Hush, baby, be quiet. You wouldn't want the others waking up, would you?" Minho asks, cocking his head slightly, like he's challenging Jisung to disagree. His intense gaze cuts through the darkness, making Jisung's mouth snap shut instinctively. "Hyung just wants to help you relax. You've had a long day, don't you think you deserve it?"
Jisung's tired brain doesn't have enough time to process what Minho is implying before the elder's hands close around the waistband of his sleep pants and pull, effectively exposing his already half-hard cock to the heady, warm air of the room and Minho's hungry eyes.
"No underwear? Really? I didn't expect my Jisungie to be that much of a slut." Minho huffs, breath hot and humid against the shell of Jisung's ear as he drags his pants to below the younger's knees. He didn't expect this, and he's rightfully terrified by the implications of Minho's actions.
He's wanted Minho for as long as he can remember, but this is not what he imagined their first time would be. Crowded in the top bunk while two complete strangers sleep in the beds underneath, blissfully unaware of what they're doing. It feels…shameful, dirty, almost.
He has to do something, has to push Minho off him and get the fuck away while he still can, reinforce some sort of boundary so that their friendship doesn't go up in flames and they don't end up embarrassing themselves in front of Jeongin and Felix.
Jisung wants to push him away, but the older man is looking at him like he's about to eat him alive. He shudders, letting out a small, scared squeak.
"Huh-hyung, we can't," He whines way too loudly, lightly pushing at Minho's shoulders like that'll ever be enough to stop him.
He's left fighting a moan that threatens to escape him when Minho grinds both their dicks together, letting Jisung feel just how big Minho is compared to him. "The others are gonna hear us." He hiccups, tiny cock slowly filling out as Minho keeps rutting down against him, drawing increasingly needy noises from Jisung.
"Sure they might," Minho shoots back, hands groping at Jisung's hips, moving lower to squeeze at his plump ass.
It's been too long since he's done this, too long since he's been naked for anyone but himself. He hasn't been properly touched by somebody else in god knows how long, and the thought of his best friend being the first person to fuck him in months is as terrifying as it is arousing.
He cannot deny that it feels good, but Jisung really doesn't want Felix and Jeongin to hear him moaning on his hyung's cock.
"Guess you'll just have to be quiet then." He says it casually, like he's talking about the weather and not actively rewiring Jisung's brain.
"Please, Minho-hyung, I can't, I can't-"
"Shhh, baby, you'll be fine. You trust hyung, don't you?" Minho asks, an amused, cat-like grin playing at the corners of his mouth.
The friction of Minho's pants against his cock is heavenly, there's no way he isn't gonna be loud when it already feels so good. Still, he's always been eager to please, so he nods slightly, unable to keep his hands from shaking as they grasp at the bedsheets.
"Of course you do, I knew you would." The devious smile on Minho's face is sickening, it makes Jisung's bare cock twitch where it's trapped beneath Minho's.
"Already so wet for me, Jisungie. I bet I don't even have to use that bottle of lube I brought." Minho huffs, collecting the tiny beads of precum which had gathered on the tip of Jisung's dick. It's definitely not enough, but he trusts his hyung to not hurt him, to make it good for the both of them.
Minho opens his mouth slightly, sitting back on his haunches, mindful to not hit his head on the top of the enclosed space. He spits onto two of his fingers, moving to rub the two digits against the tight ring of Jisung's hole while his saliva is still warm.
Jisung can't muffle the startled, desperate keen which punches out of him at the stimulation. It makes Minho stop immediately, leveling the younger with a stern, almost disappointed look.
"What did I say about staying quiet, Sungie? You wouldn't want poor, innocent Innie hearing you moaning so loudly when I've barely even touched you, right?" Despite the fact he's whispering, Jisung can hear the steadily thickening condescension in Minho's tone as he says it. It makes his entire face burn with shame, the heat from it slowly dissipating to pool in his gut instead.
"B-but I can't, hyung, f-feels too good." He cries, bottom lip trembling with an unshed sob. His hips keep twitching on their own accord, blindly searching for the pleasure which was so quickly ripped away from him.
"I know it's hard baby, especially when you're usually so loud," Minho adds, continuing to trace lazy circles around the younger's pink rim. Jisung makes another tiny squeak when the words register properly in his mind.
"What? You think I don't hear you in the shower? In your room, late at night? The walls are thin, my Jisungie, and you always moan so prettily I can't help but listen." He shamelessly admits, pushing a finger past the tight ring of muscle to distract the younger from the gravity of his confession.
Jisung cries out immediately at the sensation of Minho's knobby finger breaching his rim, uselessly clamping a hand over his own mouth to muffle the pathetic sound which rings out in the otherwise quiet room as if he hadn't even tried to silence it.
"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" Minho rasps, eyebrow raised as he takes in whatever he can see of Jisung's body where it lay beneath him. His large, wet eyes, the rhythmical clench of his stomach, and the tiny, barely noticeable pool of precum glistening just underneath his belly button. He must already look so fucked out, can't Minho take some mercy and just give him what he wants already?
"M'sorry Minho-hyung, b-but it's too hard and I can't-" He tries to defend himself, whimpering softly when another thick finger spreads him open, pressing deep inside without meeting much resistance, his body desperate to feel wanted, craving the fullness of a cock stuffed inside him.
Minho keeps teasing him like that, constantly reminding Jisung of the other two people currently in the room with them while his fingers press against all the right spots inside him, making it impossible to keep silent, no matter how hard he tries.
Although short, Minho's fingers are the perfect thickness, giving Jisung the relief of the fullness he'd been desiring. They don't actually reach his prostate like this, but Minho's diligence as he scissors the digits deep inside the inviting warmth of his body is enough to have Jisung's toes curling in pleasure.
"Mminho hyungie please. N-need it so bad." Jisung properly sobs at the sensation of three of Minho's fingers keeping him open, arching his back off the bed in order to bully his friend's fingers farther inside him.
"Awh, you want hyung's cock that bad?" Minho coos, left hand trailing up his body to twist a sensitive nipple before settling around his neck, thumb curiously tracing the outline of Jisung's lips.
"Yuh-yes." Jisung moans, writhing desperately as he buries his face in the pillow to muffle the obscene noises he's making.
"Since I can't trust you to be quiet, you'll have to open up your mouth for me, kay? Hyung can make sure you'll be quiet like this." He explains, tapping two of his fingers against Jisung's lips. They part involuntarily, accepting the digits he's fed.
Minho's fingers immediately bully their way deeper inside his mouth, pressing down on his teeth, his tongue, getting so far down his throat Jisung can't help but gag around the intrusion. It does a great job at silencing him, as his needy, fucked-out mind focuses on gently suckling Minho's fingers instead of making noise, begging for more.
"Hmm, that's right, stay nice and quiet for me, like that." Jisung tries to let out a small whine, but with how far Minho's fingers are in his mouth, he only manages a stuttered exhale when the elder pulls out of him, retracting his fingers from his hole and mouth.
"Hyung's just gonna go get the lube, baby, don't wanna hurt you."
The short moments he's left alone, breathing heavily, legs still spread as if accommodating for the space Minho occupied, feel eternal. He wants to whine and squirm and thrash around on the bed with how desperate he is, but it's unlikely that Minho will appreciate him being loud again.
Metallic squeaking alerts Jisung of Minho's return, the elder crawling and retaking his rightful place between his spread legs. He massages at the soft skin of Jisung's thighs absentmindedly, drawing out desperate, shallow breaths from the younger.
Minho carelessly shuffles out of his pants and boxers, and through the dim light, Jisung can see the outline of his hard cock as it springs free, bobbing up and down slightly before Minho takes himself in his hand, pouring a generous amount of lube on his hand before giving it a few strokes. He pushes the excess lube inside Jisung's twitching hole, preparing him for the inevitable stretch.
"Stay nice and quiet for hyung now, okay?" Minho asks, gently guiding the head of his dick, tapping it meanly against Jisung's rim, making him clench around nothing.
"Uh-huh, please, Minho-hyung, I'll be quiet." Jisung promises, grabbing Minho's free hand to place it over his mouth, enjoying the spark of surprise which flashes over the elder's eyes.
Minho's hand presses firmly against Jisung's mouth, partially restricting his breathing as he notches his cockhead inside him, pressing in so slow Jisung can feel each vein and ridge as it breaches him, stretching his body to his shape. He tries to moan but it's useless, his sounds effectively muffled by Minho's unmoving hand.
He tries angling his hips, desperately wanting to get Minho deeper inside him, though he's quickly stopped by a firm hand pinching at the soft flesh around his hips, stilling his movements.
"Stay still Sungie, the bed creaks quite a lot." Minho supplies usefully, leaning down to whisper the words right into Jisung's ear.
Tears spill down his face, seeping into his hairline as Minho buries himself to the hilt inside Jisung's guts, the excessive amount of lube squelching louder than his muffled cries of pleasure. He feels so good, but it's not enough.
Due to Minho's hand covering his mouth Jisung can't vocalize his needs, leaving him completely at the elder's mercy, relying on his attentiveness to gauge what he needs. He's been left completely mute and immobilized, biting at the palm of Minho's hand in a desperate attempt at conveying just how badly he needs him.
"You want hyung to fuck you, baby?" Minho asks, hips slowly driving in and out of Jisung's hole.
He can't speak because his mouth is covered, but even if it weren't he wouldn't be capable of saying anything intelligible, his brain already a mess of burning pleasure, quickly threatening to overflow. Jisung simply nods, a reedy whine spilling from his mouth, unable to be muffled by Minho's hand.
Despite being adamant about keeping silent, the pace Minho fucks him at is brutal, nothing short of animalistic as the sounds of skin slapping fills the room. His thrusts are wild, well calculated as they nail into Jisung's prostate constantly, and his hand presses even harder on his mouth, pushing his head deeper into the pillow in his efforts to silence him.
Jisung's brain can no longer keep up with the wave of sensations constantly washing over him. The pain from how big Minho is, the inescapable pleasure from the elder's thick cock spearing him open, and the inability to vocalize his wants all weigh his mind down, putting him in a soft, pliant headspace. His head feels like it's filled with cotton, mouth falling open to drool messily into the open palm of Minho's hand.
The elder keeps fucking into him roughly, only pretending to care about all the noises Jisung is making, ignoring his desperate sobs and moans. He's abruptly flipped on his back by Minho in a surprising show of strength, his tiny leaking cock now left to rub into the sheets, aching and flushed as it inevitably chafes against the scratchy fabric.
Jisung's back arches almost unnaturally, his chest still flush with the mattress while his hips are lifted up violently by Minho's strong hands, roughly pulling him back on his cock.
Minho is careless with the way he fucks Jisung, his fast, erratic thrusts making the lube froth and bubble around his hole. Thick fingers sink deep into the wet heat of Jisung's mouth, pressing inside far enough to have him gagging again, thick drops of spit leaking past his lips as he's forcefully silenced.
The feeling of Minho's large cock bulging his stomach as it perfectly hits his prostate, coupled with the harsh grind of the sheets against Jisung's overly sensitive nipples is enough to get lost in, and he's half aware of the coil of tension building just beneath his navel, burning like a ball of molten metal.
His stomach clenches with a quickly approaching orgasm, making his legs wrap hopelessly around Minho's thighs, almost making him fall on top of Jisung. He's so close.
"Hmm, wanna cum, baby?" Minho asks, as perceptive as ever, pressing a hand onto the small of Jisung's back, deepening the already existent arch. He wriggles his hips pathetically, somehow trying to bury his friend's cock even deeper inside him.
He can't speak because Minho has yet to take his fingers out of his mouth, but at least the tiny movements of his hips are no longer being restricted, the elder graciously allowing Jisung to squirm impatiently on his cock.
"Ah, Just like that baby, make yourself feel good for me. You wanna cum on hyung's cock so bad, don't you?" Minho whispers as Jisung's movements grow sloppy, the pleasure messing with his his senses enough to have him shaking uselessly.
His hyung is nice enough to start guiding him again, using the hand not shoved in his mouth to grab at his hip, pushing and pulling Jisung in time with his thrusts.
"Go ahead Sungie, show me how much of a messy whore you really are." Minho urges meanly, rutting his hips against Jisung's ass hard enough to bruise.
Jisung is left mute, unable to warn Minho of his orgasm before it hits him, clenching desperately around his hyung's cock as he soils the bedsheets with an absurd amount of hot cum. He shakes silently in the elder's arms as the buzz of ecstasy simmering beneath his skin eventually ebbs away and he's rendered a limp ragdoll in Minho's hold.
The hand which was previously stuffed inside his mouth tangles in his hair with little regard for the pained noise it gets from Jisung. Minho uses the grip on his hair to pull the younger's head back abruptly, catching his lips in a kiss that is more teeth than anything else.
The angle is terribly off, a messy clash of teeth and tongue that only feels good because it's Minho. Jisung moans loudly when his hyung's grip around his hair tightens further, creating a heady mix of pain and arousal within him.
"Gonna cum, Jisungie, gonna fill you up. Make sure it takes." Minho grunts between each snap of his hips, fucking Jisung into and beyond overstimulation, muffling his tiny, pained whimpers with his mouth, greedily swallowing the younger's every sound.
Jisung moans so loud it knocks Minho off pace, hips stuttering inside him. He didn't expect Minho to say that. It turns him on more than he'd like to admit. The thought of being claimed both inside and out by his hyung, the only one who truly knows how to take care of him, is maddening. He wants it so bad.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? If I kept you stuffed full at all times till you'd be round with my babies, huh?"
Jisung shouldn't be imagining it, Minho's his best friend for god's sake, he's probably saying all this just to fuck with Jisung, to have something to tease him for in the future. He surely doesn't mean it.
He knows he shouldn't be imagining it, because thinking about your closest friend getting you pregnant surely must break some unspoken rules, but the image of him struggling to find clothes that cover his bump while Minho watches him hungrily is already burned into his retinas, threatening to get him hard again.
"Y-yes, please hyung, please fill me up." Jisung hiccups weakly, body going limp as he accepts whatever Minho gives him.
"So easy for me, baby, you'd let me do whatever I wanted to you." He rasps, and it's not a question. Minho knows Jisung well enough to be certain of it. "Pretty thing." The elder mutters, sinking his teeth in the meat of Jisung's shoulder just as his thick cock twitches inside him, coating his insides in his release.
There's so much it distends his stomach, leaving him feeling so full it borders on uncomfortable. It does a great job at selling the fantasy.
They stay cuddled up together for a moment that feels infinite, Jisung squished into the mattress with Minho's body weight keeping him down. The air around them is hot and definitely smells of sex, but the earlier tension has dissipated, giving way to something softer, more fragile.
When Minho pulls out, Jisung is too tired and fucked-out to muffle the disgruntled whine which rips itself from his mouth. He's left feeling mournfully empty, his puffy hole clenching around nothing, shamelessly exposed as Minho's cum leaks out, trailing down his thighs.
"D'you really mean what you said?" Jisung asks, cheek squished into the pillow, looking at Minho with a sliver of hope in his eyes. He knows it's not biologically possible, but he's sleep deprived and still trying to process the fact that his best friend just fucked him silly, so he plays into the fantasy a little longer.
"Mhm, of course, Jisungie," Minho whispers, settling behind Jisung on the bed, not a single trace of uncertainty in his tone. "I'd plug you up right now if I could." He admits, punctuating his sentence with a kiss below Jisung's ear. He whines softly when Minho's lips leave a burning imprint on his skin, valiantly trying not to get hard again.
Jisung knows that their actions were far from responsible, and that they'll have to talk about whatever tonight was, but for now, he allows himself to bask in his ignorance, relaxing into Minho's strong arms, trying to pretend that this being a one time thing doesn't affect him.
He hopes Minho will remain by his side despite it.