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Here’s the thing about Lee Minho— he’s 25, single, in possession of too much money, and chronically horny. It’s been five years since he’s felt the touch of another person. Yes, he’s been counting.
So here he sits. In his home office, large computer monitor displaying the loading screen of his favorite camboy’s incoming stream. His favorite camboy, who he is personally paying rent for at this point.
On the screen it reads STREAM STARTS SOON! Minho slowly works his palm overtop of his sweats, just lightly touching himself. Getting hard for his boy.
Hanji0_0. Hannie, as everyone calls him. The fucking cutest, most delectable boy Minho has ever laid his eyes on.
He’s been watching Hannie’s streams since the camboy started doing them. His career exploded as an OnlyFans creator, but as more and more people subscribed to him, more and more people wanted to see him live. It made sense— his whole thing was his inability to follow through with anything he said he was going to do. Hannie says he wants to edge himself today? He fails, and always comes the first round. Hannie says he wants to try and take his “challenge dildo”— the 15-inch monster piece of red silicone that sits on his back dresser in all his videos— all the way today? He can’t even get it a third of the way in. His viewers eat up the humiliation, the way he whimpers and begs for forgiveness when he fails at his predetermined task.
Being able to taunt him, live, in an ever-going chat Hannie could read and react to? Yeah, an extremely smart business move for him.
Minho has just started to tease over his cockhead through the cotton when the screen comes to life, Hannie sitting all pretty on his knees. He’s on his carpeted floor, sheer white thigh-highs stretched up his legs, pretty pair of matching panties doing an awful job at concealing his erection. That’s his usual getup— the stockings and panties— but today he has on a baby blue sweater, cut off right under the chest, sleeves too long and giving him the cutest sweater paws.
Minho groans, and presses the heel of his hand into his cock. Shit. It’s gonna be a long night.
“Hi, everyone,” Hannie says through the screen, pushing his curled hair back behind his ears. It’s getting long— Minho wonders if he’ll cut it soon, or if he’s trying to grow it out. “I’ll just wait for some more people to roll in…”
The chat is already flooding with comments. Take the underwear off. Fist urself. Can u come on the cam plz. Minho rolls his eyes at their crudeness, and leans forward to send a message.
mleeknows: Hey pretty thing. You look gorgeous tonight
+ ₩50,000 sent!
Hannie’s eyes brighten when he sees the message from Minho. He knows his user by now, of course. It’s funding his entire life.
“Hi, Lino,” Hannie giggles, reaching down to start teasing himself through the lace of his underwear. “I bet you look pretty, too.”
Minho leans back in his chair and pulls his cock out. He strokes slowly, taking advantage of his ambidextrousness, using his other hand to type.
mleeknows: Thank you, baby. What are you gonna do tonight for us?
Hannie reads, and hums as he considers his answer. “I dunno yet. Anyone have any ideas?”
The chat fills again.
Use the big dildo
finger urself
cumshot into ur own mouth
OMG ^ that would be so hawt plzzzz
show us ur hole
Hannie giggles as he reads the messages. He sits up on his knees, gently slipping his cock out through the leg hole of his panties. Minho sucks in a breath when Hannie’s dick fills his screen— for a little twink like him, fuck was he hung. Gorgeous shade of pink, cut, throbbing, twitching as it stands up and slightly to the left.
Minho pulls his hand away from his cock, and uses both to type quicker.
mleeknows: Think you should use your vibe on your cock today, baby. See how long you can last
+ ₩50,000 sent!
“Mm, tease my tip with the vibrator?” Hannie smiles, rubbing his sweater-pawed hands along his shaft. “Maybe I’ll finger myself open for you guys, too. A lot of you are asking for that.”
Minho returns his left hand to his cock. He keeps his rhythm slow, knowing Hannie’s streams normally last a while and he wasn't about to come early and be out of commission at possibly the best time.
Hannie rambles about how his day went as he stands up to gather his toys, cock bobbing cutely as he walks across his room. Minho fists himself harder when he gets a sight of Hannie’s lace-covered ass, so perfect and just begging to be smacked.
Hannie sits back down on his knees, holding his vibrator up towards the camera. “Just for you, Lino.”
Minho exhales heavily through his nose. Sometimes he wants to just say fuck it and give Hannie his real name, so he can hear it fall from those pretty lips. But the nickname will have to do. Besides, he’s been “Lee Know” in Hannie’s eyes for almost three years now. It’s practically his name at this point.
mleeknows: Good boy
+ ₩100,000 sent!
Hannie blushes. “You’re so sweet to me. This is why you’re my favorite.”
The chat floods with some people calling Minho a kiss-ass, others just demanding Hannie start touching himself. Minho doesn't care if the rest of Hannie’s viewers are jealous or angry— having Hannie call him his favorite always makes his heart speed up.
“Okay, okay, I’m gonna turn it on now, yeah?” Hannie laughs, making a show of clicking the power on the little vibrator. It rumbles to life, buzzing in Hannie’s hand. “I’m excited.”
With the hand not holding the toy, Hannie reaches down and slaps his cock, whimpering pathetically as his hips buck forward. He’s such a little pain slut, Minho loves it. Wants to smack that pretty cock with his own hand.
Hannie bites his lip and slaps himself again. He gasps and his thighs push together ith a tremble. “N-Need to start…”
He hesitates, though. He curls his fingers into a ball, then splays them apart and slaps his cock, again. He cries louder this time, a dribble of thick precum dripping onto the carpet.
Minho can’t help it. His fingers move faster than his brain.
mleeknows: You love smacking your big cock, don’t you baby?
Hannie reads the chat, and nods. “Uh huh. F-Feels too good.”
mleeknows: I know it does. But that vibrator is waiting for you baby
mleeknows: We’re all waiting for you
+₩100,000 sent!
Hannie whimpers. “I-I know. I’m sorry. C-Can’t help it…”
He reaches down and rubs the buzzing vibe against his tip, making him moan aloud again. He thrusts up into the vibrations, trying to keep the toy pressed against his tip as he does.
Minho has to reach down and grip his balls to keep from coming. Seeing Hannie so desperate like this drives him up a wall.
“Hnngh, I don’t think I-I can do this for long,” Hannie whines, still rutting pathetically against the vibrator. “D-Don’t wanna come yet..”
Minho sees another cash tip roll in. 500,000 fucking won , with the attached comment asking Hannie to fuck himself on one of his dildos.
Hannie’s eyes widen when he sees the amount. “O-Oh.” He pauses, leaning forward. He furrows his brows. “D-Don’t recognize you, kayviator. A-Are you new? Thank you so much for the t-tip…”
It’s stupid. It’s irrational the way Minho heats with jealousy.
He rips his hands away from himself and types like a maniac.
mleeknows: Your light green one. With the tapered end. Love that one inside of you.
+ ₩650,000 sent!
Hannie makes a shocked sound. “O-Oh, Lino, that’s—”
kayviator: Not new, just quiet. The green one is too small. Go for something bigger, babe.
+ ₩800,000 sent!
Hannie laughs nervously. “Gah… the green one is almost seven, it’s not exactly t-tiny…"
kayviator: Use the ribbed purple one.
+ ₩800,000 sent!
Minho sees red. He slams his fist on his desk angrily and types again.
mleeknows: I was trying to go easy on you, Han-ah. But if Kayviator here wants something bigger, give them something better. Your eight-incher. The baby pink one.
+ ₩1,000,000 sent!
The chat falls silent for a second at the massive cash amount that fills the screen. Hannie gapes at it, blinking in shock.
“L-Lino,” he breathes out. “You…”
mleeknows: I have so much money to throw at you, baby. You don't even know. Fuck yourself open for me.
+ ₩1,000,000 sent!
Hannie bites his lip. At the bottom of the chat, kayviator exits the stream.
Minho is filled with pride.
“O-Okay,” Hannie nods, clicking the vibrator off. “Kind of in d-disbelief right now…”
He waddles over to his dildo collection and gingerly takes the pink one from the shelf, settling back onto the ground. “H-How do you want me?”
Hannie’s asking him directly. Minho shudders.
mleeknows: Dildo on the floor, ride it
Hannie smiles. “Figured you’d say that…”
mleeknows: You know I like to see your big dick bounce when you ride
“Lino,” Hannie giggles, flushing pink. “You fluster me…!”
Hannie reaches off screen and comes back with his lube, slicking up three of his fingers. “Been going easy on myself with the dildos lately… this is gonna be a stretch…”
He presses two of his fingers against his hole and moans when they slide in, already starting to practically ride his own hand. Minho thrusts up weakly into the air, presses his palm down onto his cock to try and ease the pressure.
mleeknows: That one’s as big as me baby
mleeknows: Think you can take it?
Hannie downright moans at his message, slipping his third finger in almost immediately. “Oh. You’re so big, Lino, fuck.”
Someone types in the chat, lmfao dude is totally lying, but Minho doesn't give a fuck. He wraps his fingers back around his cock and squeezes the base, biting back a groan.
“Fingers feel s-so good too…” Hannie whimpers, cock twitching as it bounces with his movements. He pulls his fingers out, though, wiping the lube on his thigh. “Need to stop… need to do it properly…”
He reaches over to grab the dildo, slicking it up with shaky hands. He hovers over it, his thighs trembling as they hold his body up. Minho wants to sink his teeth into Hannie’s skin.
Slowly, slowly, Hannie slides down. He whimpers, eyes clenching closed as more and more of the dildo enters his little body.
With one hand he pulls his sweater up, showing his little nipples, his other hand tweaking one of them between two fingers. “Mm, fuck… ‘s so big, splitting me open…”
mleeknows: Can I request something, baby?
Hannie glances at the chat, and nods. “Mhm. A-Anything for you, Lino.”
Minho’s cock jumps.
mleeknows: Say “hyung”?
+ ₩600,000 sent!
Hannie whimpers, finally bottoming out on the dildo. “Shit… y’want me to call you hyung?”
The chat is filled with replies; noooo. Daddy is better. say daddy plss. NO SAY MASTER.
Minho ignores every single one.
mleeknows: Fuck yourself for your hyung, Hannie.
“God, you’re so hot,” Hannie breathes, rising up on his knees and starting to ride the dildo, the slick sounds of the lube filling Minho's office. “Hnngh, hyung, I wish this was you…”
Minho groans aloud, thrusting up into his hand. He pictures it— Hannie hovering overtop of him, settling that perfect ass onto his cock, riding it like he’d die without it. Whimpering so beautifully each time the tip hits his prostate inside.
Which he does now. Hannie whines, cock jumping and spurting more pre onto the carpet. He reaches forward and starts pumping his cock, the sleeve of his sweater wrapped around his fingers. Pre smears all across the blue material. “Wanna come, hyung. Can I come? Please?”
Minho almost forgets to reply. He’s jerking himself so quick, so sloppily, that he doesn't register it until Hannie is squeezing his balls to weed off his orgasm, desperately searching the chat with his eyes.
He’s waiting. For Minho’s permission.
mleeknows: You can come baby
mleeknows: Come on your hyung’s cock
+ ₩1,000,000 sent!
They come together, it seems. Minho’s release shoots far enough that it hits his keyboard, hips bucking up into his fist until he’s shaking from overstimulation. Hannie’s cock twitches one last time before he’s spurting all over the carpet, the last few drops of it trickling down his cock and to his balls.
He stops his movements once his cock begins to soften, slowly pulling off the dildo. He sits, catching his breath, while one-by-one the viewers exit the stream. Some cash tips flow in the chat, but they’re nothing compared to the 4.5 million won he’s thrown into Hannie’s lap tonight.
It’s the most he’s ever sent during a stream.
Once the viewer count drops to ten, then to eight, then to five, Hannie shimmies closer to the camera, wiggling his hips and bouncing his softening cock around on the screen. It’s still dripping off the shaft with cum. He giggles. “I see you’re still watching, Lino. All for you.”
Minho feels himself twitch again.
mleeknows: So pretty even when you’re soft
Hannie sits back on his haunches, so his face is back in view. He grins brightly. The view count falls to one. Minho.
“Thank you,” Hannie says, pushing his damp hair back. “For the tips tonight.”
mleeknows: Got a little intense there. Sorry if I overstepped. Never meant to drive another paying customer away
Hannie frowns. “Oh, Lino, that’s not a problem. I don't even need anyone else’s tips anymore, really… yours have been enough for a while now.”
Minho’s chest seizes up. He’d been kidding all this time, thinking he’s been personally paying for Hannie’s life, but it's true.
mleeknows: Oh?
“Yeah,” Hannie laughs. “You spoil me, Lino-hyung.”
Minho hesitates. He checks the view count again. Still one. Still just him.
He types and hits enter before he can talk himself out of it.
mleeknows: It’s Minho
Hannie reads his message, and blinks in surprise. But a bright smile overcomes his face right after, hands twiddling with the hem of his sweater. “Minho. I like that.”
Minho types and backspaces and types and backspaces again. He hesitates for so long that he worries Hannie will end the stream, his big doe eyes searching for a response from Minho in the chat.
Fuck it. What does he have to lose?
mleeknows: Would you let me spoil you even more?
mleeknows: Maybe with dinner?
Hannie’s eyebrows rise. “You… you want to take me to dinner?”
mleeknows: I want to take you everywhere, baby
mleeknows: I’ll spoil you with anything you want
mleeknows: Anything you ask for, it’s yours
Hannie bites his lip. “You sound like you want to be my sugar daddy.”
Minho swallows. That’s what he’s asking for, isn’t it?
mleeknows: I do
mleeknows: Think about it. You have my info.
mleeknows: Message me.
Hannie goes quiet, but after a moment of uncertainty, he nods. “Okay. I’ll think about it.”
Minho lets out a sigh of relief. It’s better than no.
Hannie shifts, and reaches up towards his keyboard. “Bye, Minho-hyung.”
mleeknows: Bye, Hannie
It’s been an eleven-hour day at the office, and Minho is exhausted. He huffs as he flops down into his desk chair, sighing when Dori meows and curls his tail around Minho’s ankle.
“Let me check my email and we’ll go to bed, alright?” he says, to which Dori meows in response and lays by his feet.
Minho opens his browser and is about to click for his email, when he sees the little notification symbol bobbing in the window he keeps open for Hannie’s streaming site. His heart jumps in anticipation.
Was it…?
He clicks the window, opening it fully. He finds the notification in his inbox.
hanji0_0: hi, minho
Oh. His heart soars .
mleeknows: Hi, beautiful
mleeknows: Just got home from work. I’m glad you messaged me
After waiting for a few seconds, Minho clicks back to his email. He clears the spam from his inbox and scans over the few actually important ones, but is immediately back on the other site when a notification bubble appears again.
hanji0_0: i’ve been thinking about you a lot
Minho wipes his palms on his slacks.
mleeknows: Have you?
mleeknows: Good things, I hope
hanji0_0: haha. very good things
hanji0_0: is your offer still available?
Minho bites his lip so hard it splits, leaking blood into his mouth.
mleeknows: Always for you, baby
hanji0_0: can i have your number?
Minho sends it without a second thought, and is abandoning his computer screen the moment a text notification comes through.
New Message From: UNKNOWN NUMBER
UNKNOWN NUMBER: hi
Minho bites his lip. They share the same area code. Something so little makes his stomach twist.
Hey, baby
Can I ask if Hannie is your real name?
UNKNOWN NUMBER: kind of. han is my surname
UNKNOWN NUMBER: han jisung
Jisung. Jisung Jisung Jisung Jisung. He wants to say it until the sky falls.
Jisung
Your name is beautiful
Jisung: even in texts you're so…
So what?
Jisung: flirty!! flustering!!!!!
Only for you
Jisung
Jisung: im gonna have to get used to you using that name for me
Would you prefer Hannie?
Jisung: no its okay. you can call me whatever you want
Jisung: i think… i think i’d like to meet you
Jisung: if thats okay
Minho grips the arm of his chair.
Of course that’s okay, baby
God I would love to see you in person
Jisung: okay
Jisung: weird question
Jisung: how old are you?
Minho laughs, suddenly. Oh God. Jisung probably thinks he’s some old fuck who can’t even get hard without pills anymore.
You’re cute
I’m 25
The text bubble rises, then disappears, then rises again.
Jisung: what the fuck
Jisung: i expected at least 40
Jisung: how do you…?!?
Got lucky with my work
Is that okay?
Jisung: more than okay
Jisung: fuck, i’m relieved
Jisung: when can i see you?
What are you doing tomorrow night?
Jisung: nothing important
Good. Dinner?
Jisung: will you be offended if i ask to meet you there, rather than you pick me up?
Not at all baby
I understand
You know that steakhouse downtown in Seoul?
Jisung: hyung that place is fucking expensive
Shh.
Don’t worry your pretty little head
Meet me there at 7. Dress nice for me.
Reservation for Lee
Jisung: lee minho, then?
Yes
Jisung: I like it
Jisung: it’s a sexy name
Not sexier than Han Jisung
Jisung: you fucking flirt
With you? Of course
Jisung: i’ll see you at 7 tomorrow
Jisung: i hope you’re hot
You won't be disappointed, baby
With a grin, Minho locks his phone.
The sun is well past setting by the time Minho settles into the nicely secluded booth in the corner of the restaurant. It’s private enough, but not so private that it’s sketchy. It’s perfect.
For Hannie— for Jisung.
Minho smooths his hands over his white dress shirt, adjusts his black blazer. There’s a pair of silver chains hanging from his collar, and a matching dagger earring off his left ear. He shuffles his shoes against the floor, waiting.
The waitress sets two glasses of water on the table when Minho tells her he’s expecting another person. She leaves him with the menus as well— prices aren't listed. He smirks.
Minho checks his phone three times in succession, finally seeing that Jisung texted him he’d arrived. His skin tingles in anticipation.
He sees the host round the corner and approach his booth, and then—
There he is. White button down, sleeves cuffed to his elbows. Crisp black pants and a beautifully expensive Vivienne Westwood belt on his hips. Silver necklaces adorn his neck, laying overtop his black tie, silver earrings dangling in the soft light of the dining room.
Minho swallows.
He sees the exact moment Jisung’s eyes land on him. They widen, then he looks away as if to gather himself. The host gestures to Minho’s table and Jisung stands awkwardly at the edge of it, just staring at Minho, awestruck.
Minho can’t help the blush that rises to his cheeks. He stands up from his seat, nodding to the host, who leaves. He moves in front of Jisung.
He’s taller than him. Only by a little.
He reaches down and takes Jisung’s hand, bringing it up to his lips and leaving a soft kiss on his knuckles.
“Hi, Jisung-ah,” Minho says, meeting his gaze as he carefully lowers Jisung’s hand back down.
Jisung blinks in shock. “You…”
Minho laughs. “Me?”
“You’re gorgeous,” Jisung says bluntly, tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip. “I… I didn't expect…”
“Most of your viewers are probably much older than me,” Minho chuckles, gesturing for Jisung to sit across from him. “I’m honored to be the exception.”
Jisung notices the water in front of him, and quickly knocks it back, like it were a shot. “Sorry. Dry mouth.”
Minho smiles. “That’s alright.”
Jisung looks around. “This place is insane…”
“What did I tell you, Han-ah?” Minho tuts, pushing a menu towards Jisung. “Don’t worry your pretty little head over it. The staff has already got my card.”
“Do you have, like, a fancy black card?” Jisung asks, leaning forward in curiosity. “Are you a super trillionare?”
Minho snorts, shaking his head. “No, baby. Just a regular card. And I’m not a trillionare. Just well off enough to spoil a pretty boy.”
Jisung’s cheeks flush. “O-Oh.”
He’s so cute.
“When our waitress comes back, order whatever you’d like,” Minho says, taking a drink of his water. “You look beautiful tonight, by the way.”
“Thank you,” Jisung smiles, biting his lip. “I—”
“Hello.” The waitress approaching the table cuts Jisung off. She smiles gently. “Are we ready to order?”
“Yes, but first, could we get a bottle of your best Hwayo?” Minho requests, looking up at the waitress.
Jisung squeaks in surprise, trying to hide it under a fake cough. Minho smirks.
They put their orders in and the waitress leaves them again, but not before refilling Jisung’s water glass.
She comes back quickly with the soju and two glasses, pouring for them and leaving the bottle in a bucket of ice on the table.
Once they’re alone again, Jisung sips his soju, and clears his throat. “I… I want to make sure of something.”
Minho hums. “Yes, baby?”
“Are you.. are you expecting me to sleep with you after this?” Jisung asks, a bit nervously. He swirls his soju around in his glass.
Minho sighs, shaking his head. “Oh, Jisung-ah. No. I would never force you into anything.”
He pauses, debating, but continues. “But. If you wanted to, I wouldn’t object. Of course, you know how I spend my Thursday nights.”
Jisung blushes. “Hah… yeah. I know. I just— wanted to make sure that if I leave here tonight and don't go home with you, you aren't going to blow up on me.”
“Never,” Minho says. “I don’t even expect a kiss.”
“Well,” Jisung laughs softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think I’d be up to that.”
“Oh?” Minho smiles, leaning forward. “Well, then maybe I’ll keep that in mind.”
When their food arrives, Jisung eats like he’s starving. It's incredibly endearing the way his cheeks puff out as he chews, eyes light with happiness at the flavor and quality of his food.
He tells Minho about his job, mostly. Talks about some of the absolute weirdos he encounters. About the behind-the-scenes of making content like this. Surprisingly, Minho isn't jealous. Not really. He finds it cute, the way Jisung genuinely seems to like doing what he does. They talk about Minho’s job, too. Jisung calls it “rich people work” and barely understands a word he says.
Minho pays their bill and doesn't let Jisung see.
He walks them out with his hand on the small of Jisung’s back, guiding him. The younger boy seems to melt at his presence, his touch. Minho revels in it.
“Minho-hyung?” Jisung asks as they leave the building, turning to face the elder. “Could I… maybe have a ride home?”
Minho smiles. “What, you don't drive?”
“No,” Jisung laughs. “Friend dropped me off earlier. I was hoping…”
“Of course,” Minho cuts him off, fingers curling around Jisung’s waist. “C’mon, baby, I’ll take you home.”
When they get to Minho’s car, he opens Jisung’s door for him. He drives with his left and holds the gear shift with his right, which eventually is switched out for Jisung’s small hand. Minho smirks to himself as Jisung laces their fingers together on the center console, nervously, like two little kids holding hands for the first time.
Jisung gives him directions back to his apartment and once he’s parked outside, the younger detaches their hands and turns to face Minho. “Tonight was really nice.”
Minho smiles. “I’m glad. I like being with you.”
Jisung hesitates. He clicks his seatbelt off and slowly climbs over the center console, straddling Minho’s lap in his seat. Minho is shocked, but he doesn't let it show— he simply lets his hands fall to Jisung’s tiny waist, watching him for his next move.
“Is this okay?” Jisung asks, so gentle. His eyes are wide and nervous, blinking rapidly, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
He’s adorable. Minho holds him tighter. “It’s more than okay, Han-ah.”
All at once, Jisung is leaning in. Minho’s first taste of him is sweet soju and spit and heat. Jisung shifts closer, pressing their chests together, as one of Minho’s hands climbs up to hold him by the back of the neck.
When he runs his nails through Jisung’s hair, he whines so sweetly.
“Hyung,” Jisung breathes against his lips, pulling back. “I should probably go inside.”
No, Minho thinks, trailing his hand back down Jisung’s back. Stay. Instead, he smiles, and says, “Alright.”
Jisung bites his lip, then presses a chaste kiss to Minho’s mouth.
“Goodnight,” Jisung whispers, opening the driver’s side door and carefully sliding out of Minho’s lap.
Minho rubs his palms on his thighs. “Goodnight, Jisung-ah.”
Only once Jisung is gone does Minho let himself breathe, looking down at the semi poking through his slacks.
His phone pings with a message.
Jisung: thinking of you
Jisung: [IMAGE ATTACHED]
Minho has to grip the gear shift to hold himself together.
Waist down, still dressed. Except he’s got the button popped on his slacks, zipper down, exposing the pink panties underneath. He’s hard, from the looks of it. And Jisung was wearing those all night.
Oh, baby
You’re lucky I didn't know you had those on
Wouldn't have let you leave this car.
Jisung: i know
Jisung: think about me, too?
I always do
Jisung: oops, i leaked :(
Jisung: [IMAGE ATTACHED]
Baby
I’m at work.
Jisung: :3
Jisung: staining all my favorite panties bc i keep thinking about u :/
You’re lucky I’m my own boss
Call in five?
Jisung: yes please
Jisung: hi hyung
Jisung: i had so much fun last night
Hey baby
I did too
You feeling good this morning?
Jisung: mhm
Jisung: fingered myself n thought about u
Fucking hell
Jisung: want pics?
Fuck yes
Jisung: onlyfans.com/hanji0_0
Little shit
STREAM STARTS SOON!
Minho strokes himself lazily, not even looking at the computer screen. No. He’s looking down at his phone, at the picture of Jisung he received just five minutes ago.
Jisung: excited to see you in my chat tonight~
Jisung: [IMAGE ATTACHED]
Lavender panties today, royal purple thigh-highs. Minho assumes Jisung propped his phone up on his pillows, his ass towards the camera, back arched and head craning to see himself. Two fingers hold the crotch of his panties to the side. He’s plugged. It’s a jewel in the shape of a heart.
Minho contemplates sending something back. Like every time, he doesn't. He doesn't know if that's something Jisung wants from him yet.
They’ve only been talking privately for a week now. Jisung has sent quite a few photos like this, as well as plenty of suggestive texts. They’ve had dinner again twice, afternoon coffee once.
He settles on a response.
Stunning
You gonna fuck yourself for me tonight?
He glances back up at the computer screen, the stream loading page still there. His phone pings.
Jisung: yes
Jisung: i have another little surprise too
Oh yeah?
I’m excited to see
Jisung: i hope so
Jisung: i planned it just for you hyung
Baby you drive me crazy
Hurry up and start the stream so I can see you
Jisung: hehe
The loading screen clicks away and Jisung appears, grinning at the camera. He’s in bed this time, laying on his belly, sock-clad feet kicking in the air behind him.
“Hi guys,” Jisung says, reading comments as they come in. “Thank you, thank you.”
Minho lays his phone on the table and settles one hand on his keyboard.
mleeknows: Hey baby
“Hi, Lino,” Jisung giggles, arching his back a little more, sticking his ass up in the air. “Guess what, guys?”
He rolls over onto his back and shifts his position, so his ass is facing the camera. Much like the photo he sent to Minho, Jisung reaches behind himself and pulls his underwear aside, revealing the plug nestled into his hole.
He clenches around it, looking back and smiling. What a little tease. “Isn’t it so cute?”
The chat floods with requests for him to fuck himself with it, replace it with a dildo, etc. But Minho can only watch the way Jisung wiggles his butt at the camera, hole fluttering around the plug.
“I wanna do something fun today,” Jisung smiles, turning back around to lay on his belly again, facing the camera. “I have a new vibe…”
He reaches off camera and grabs the toy, showing it off once it's in his hands. It’s relatively big, Minho is shocked— four balls on the end, with a flared base, almost mimicking beads. Jisung giggles and holds it up to his face for comparison.
“It’s really big,” Jisung laughs. “But there’s something special about this vibe…”
Jisung grabs his phone, and holds it up. “It’s app controlled. So I can be totally hands-free the whole time…”
He messes around on his phone for a moment, then lays it back on the sheets. Suddenly, Minho’s pings.
He blinks.
Minho grabs his cell and looks at the message. It’s an app invite, from Jisung.
There’s no way.
He clicks, finding that it’s the app for the vibrator. He feels dizzy.
He presses download.
“Now, I chose a very special someone to control this tonight,” Jisung says, playing around with the vibrator in his hand. “But that’s a secret. He is watching, though.”
Minho can’t click on the app fast enough once it's downloaded. Because it came through Jisung’s invite link, it’s seemingly already connected to the toy. Minho clicks the lowest setting.
It jolts to life in Jisung’s hand. He gasps in surprise, giggling as he makes eye contact with the camera.
“Ah! Someone’s eager,” Jisung teases, his tongue poking out between his teeth. “Turn it off so I can get it inside, please?”
Minho listens. He’ll always listen.
Jisung settles onto his knees, body facing away from the camera, but head turned to see himself. He bites his lip as he pulls the plug out, the squelch of lube echoing in Minho’s speakers. His little hole flutters around the emptiness.
“Mm… hate being empty,” Jisung pouts, wiggling his hips. “Wish I had someone to come fill me up properly.”
Minho watches the vibrator in Jisung’s hand like a hawk. He lubes it up off camera and then slowly inches it closer, rubbing the slick tip of it against his hole.
“I see all of you offering,” Jisung smiles, whining softly as the first ball pops past his rim. “You know I need something big to satisfy me…”
The second ball slips inside, and Jisung whimpers again. His thighs clench where they’re trapped under his torso. “Hnngh… gonna feel so good rubbing on my prostate…”
It’s barely any time at all before Jisung’s slid the toy in to the base, the tightness of his body holding it in place as he grips the sheets in desperation.
Then, a single plea falls from his beautiful mouth: “Please, daddy.”
Minho short-circuits. Probably. He slams down on the medium-vibration level, watching it snap to life in Jisung’s body. He cries out in shock, torso falling forward so his ass is completely arched up in the air.
“Yesyesyes,” Jisung slurs into the sheets, trying to rut his hips back into nothing. “Oh, ‘s right against it, more…”
He’ll give Jisung more.
He increases the intensity by two. Jisung writhes in the sheets, eyes clenched shut, not even bothering to try and look at the chat. His cock is steadily leaking onto the bed.
Minho’s not too far off. With the hand not controlling the vibrator he jerks himself off in quick, tight strokes, balls drawn up tight against his body. He’s gonna come soon, probably before Jisung does.
Without warning, Minho clicks it up again. Highest intensity. Jisung sobs, legs full-on shaking as he holds himself up on his knees.
“Coming coming coming—!” he cries into the blanket, shooting his release untouched all over his sheets. And as he comes, so quietly he moans, “Minho…”
That throws him over the edge. Minho comes with a grunt, catching most of it in his fist. He has half a brain to turn the vibrator off once he hears Jisung start to whimper and beg on screen.
The chat is suddenly very active again.
Did he say ‘minho’
who TF is minho
Omg does Hannie have a bf
i know like 15 different minhos yall plz calm down its such a common name
Minho smirks to himself as he catches his breath, watching Jisung do the same. He eventually rolls over onto his back and gives the camera a nice view of his spent cock and still filled hole, before sitting up.
“That went m-much quicker than I expected,” Jisung laughs awkwardly, rubbing his thighs together. “I didn't mean to come that quick…”
Comments roll in suggesting he do it again, get off again, give them another round.
Minho bites his lip.
mleeknows: Even when you come early, you're still so pretty
+ ₩500,000 sent!
Jisung reads it, and blushes a bright red.
Things are different now.
“I…” Jisung clears his throat. “I’m so sorry guys, I have to go.”
Minho furrows his brows. What?
The comments feel the same. Everyone is confused, some concerned, but Jisung just shakes his head. “No, no, I’m fine, I just… something came up and I need to cut the stream short. I’m sorry everyone. I’ll do an extra stream this weekend to make up for it, okay?”
Before Minho can say anything, the stream ends.
Before he can think anything, his phone pings.
Jisung: come over
Jisung: please
Minho is going at least twenty over the speed limit but he doesn't care, can’t care. There’s a boy waiting for him. He aches in his sweats.
He hadn't even changed. Still in his sweatpants and sleep shirt, looking busted as all hell. He hopes his bare face and drabby attire isn't a disappointment to Jisung.
He parks outside the building and looks at his messages again. Apartment 4F. He approaches the buzzer and swallows around the lump in his throat.
Zzz. “...Jisung-ah?”
“Hi. Come in."
The door unlocks. Minho practically sprints up the stairs, coming face-to-face with Jisung’s front door. He’s panting. He raises his hand to knock but the door swings open before he can, finding Jisung equally disheveled and rock-hard in his panties.
“Hyung,” Jisung breathes, and tugs Minho inside.
His back is used to close the door as Jisung slots himself against Minho’s body, rising on his toes to press their mouths together. Jisung is frantic. He practically mounts Minho’s thigh and starts rutting against it, moaning when Minho’s hands land on his waist.
“Came so fast ‘cus of you,” Jisung whimpers against his lips. “Was wishing it was you inside me instead."
“Fucking hell, baby,” Minho groans, tugging him closer. He tenses his thigh and Jisung whines, pushing harder against it.
“Want you, please,” Jisung says, starting to push Minho’s t-shirt up off his torso. “Can’t stop thinking about you.”
Despite every nerve in his body screaming at him to keep going, Minho pauses. He takes Jisung’s hands and stills them. “Han-ah. Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Jisung nods, whining in frustration. “I like you so much. Want you inside.”
I like you so much. It rattles through Minho’s bones.
He takes a steady breath, then lets his hands cradle Jisung’s waist again. Without a word he lifts Jisung up, making the younger boy squeal.
Jisung’s apartment is a studio, the bed nestled in the corner opposite the kitchenette. It’s small, cozy— but God would Minho love to get him out of this little shoebox and into his own place, his three bedroom penthouse with private rooftop access and plenty of space to…
He walks the little amount of steps to Jisung’s bed and lays him down on it, biting the inside of his cheek as he trails his eyes across Jisung’s body. His thigh-high clad legs spread slightly at his gaze, his glistening cockhead peeking out over the waistband of the underwear.
“I can’t believe you ended your stream so I could come fuck you,” Minho says, voice low. “You are just…”
Jisung squirms on the sheets, biting his lip. “Please. Don’t even need to prep me.”
“You have condoms?” Minho asks, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the lace of Jisung’s panties.
He keens at the touch but manages a nod. “Mhm. Top drawer of the nightstand.”
When Minho pulls away to grab one, he hears the soft squelch of Jisung pushing two fingers into himself. He turns back to look at him, raising a brow.
“Thought you didn't need prep?” he asks, letting the condom packet drop onto the mattress next to Jisung’s body.
Jisung smiles. “I don't. Doesn't mean I wanna be empty..”
Minho exhales. Jisung drives him crazy.
“Now, c’mon,” Jisung pleads, pumping his fingers slowly. “Let me see your cock.”
“Impatient,” Minho tuts, but is already undoing the tie of his sweatpants. He doesn't have boxers underneath. He’s already half-hard, well on his way to full mast, so when he pushes his waistband down his dick stands upright on its own. He sees Jisung’s eyes practically bulge out of his head.
“What the fuck,” Jisung breathes, pulling his fingers out of himself immediately and sitting up, scooting closer on his knees so he is eye-level with Minho’s dick. “You weren't kidding.”
Minho holds himself at the base and strokes lightly a few times. “Would I lie to you, baby?”
“Guess not,” Jisung grins, looking up at Minho through his lashes. “Can I suck it?”
He doesn't wait for Minho to answer before he’s letting his tongue dart out, kitten-licking just the tip with a smile. Minho grunts. It’s been so long since he’s had a mouth on his cock. It feels like heaven.
“Only a little bit,” Minho finally rasps out in answer, carding both hands through Jisung’s tousled hair. “I’d rather come inside of your ass than in your mouth."
Jisung whines, pausing his ministrations. “Fuck. Would you? Really? Come inside me?”
Minho sighs. “I meant in the condom, but shit, baby, I will if you want me to.”
“Let's both get tested soon?” Jisung asks, pleading with his eyes. “I really want you to fuck me bare.”
When did talking about getting STD tests become sexy? Minho feels his cock twitch a little bit.
“Yeah,” Minho agrees, easing his dick back into Jisung’s mouth. “Mhm, sounds good— fuck..”
Jisung hollows his cheeks and sucks him deeper, smirking around his shaft at the reaction. Because of course he does. Minho tugs harder at his hair, slowly starting to fuck into his mouth, making him moan softly. The vibrations drive Minho crazy.
He pulls Jisung away and shoves him onto his back, getting a nice eyeful of the wet spot at the front of his panties. He reaches for the condom and rips it open with his teeth.
“So cliche,” Jisung giggles, hooking his thumbs under his waistband and pushing the underwear down. His cock smacks up onto his belly.
“You’re a dream,” Minho exhales, sliding the condom on and spitting into his hand to stroke along his cock. “You wet enough for me to fuck you without needing more?”
Jisung nods excitedly, spreading his legs further. “Yes please. I like when it hurts a little.”
Two hands latch around Jisung’s thighs and pull him closer. He squeaks, giggling when Minho leans down to press a wet kiss on his jaw.
“I’ve been dreaming of this—” Minho lines his cock up, rubbing the tip against his hole, “for three fucking years, baby.”
He slides inside in one single push, and Jisung keens.
Minho has to grind his teeth to hold himself together. Jisung is so tight inside it almost hurts. He stands still for a moment, gripping Jisung’s thighs tighter to ground himself.
“God, you’re so big,” Jisung whimpers, clenching even impossibly tighter around him. “Feels so good…”
The rhythm Minho starts is slow at first, getting used to being inside of someone again. Until soon he starts to get impatient— his hips start to jerk, thrusts turning sloppy. He feels like a goddamn virgin, body clenching and unclenching with each movement of his hips.
His thrusts make a wet sound each time he fucks inside. Jisung starts to clutch at his arms, grasping almost for dear life as Minho drills into him. Fast, and hard. Years of pent-up sexual frustration being released into Jisung’s little body.
Minho pulls Jisung closer, their faces mere inches apart. “You feel fucking amazing,” he breathes, connecting their lips as he finishes his statement. “So warm, so tight.”
“Wish you were bare,” Jisung whimpers, gasping each time he’s thrusted into. “Wan’ feel your cum— ah!”
Minho cuts him off with a hit to his prostate. He smirks when he realizes just what he’s found inside, angling himself to thrust into that spot over, and over, and over again.
“Yeah, just a whiny mess,” Minho grunts, pulling himself back enough to reach down and smack Jisung’s cock, just the way he does it during his streams.
Jisung cries out, back arching into the hit. Minho almost growls, his voice so low with arousal. He smacks him again.
“Please,” Jisung whimpers, cock leaking so much precum onto his stomach that it begins to puddle in his belly button. “O-One more, please.”
Minho fucks directly into his prostate, and lands his palm across the throbbing shaft of Jisung’s cock one more time.
Jisung comes with a cry, release spurting out with enough force to hit his chin and collar. Minho groans at the sight, taking that chance, taking this moment to live out his fantasy. He swoops down and licks up along Jisung’s neck, tasting him.
He’s still fucking hard into his body, even when Jisung begins to squirm. Even when he starts to whimper. He fucks him until he’s filling the condom, hips rutting uncontrollably into Jisung’s ass.
When he finally stops, he has to take a moment to breathe. Jisung’s hole is fluttering around him, like it's trying to coax him in further.
“That was…” Jisung gasps out a shaky breath. “ so good.”
“Yeah?” Minho smirks, slowly pulling out and tying the condom off. “I’m glad.”
“Trash is next to the dresser,” Jisung mumbles, gesturing to the condom.
Minho quickly throws it away and tugs his sweatpants back up. He looks at Jisung, watching the younger man relax onto his back and stretch his arms out over his head.
“Mm, that was some of the best sex I’ve had in a while,” Jisung giggles, looking up at Minho. “Come here, silly.”
Minho bites his lip. He does.
He lays on his back next to Jisung, nervously looking over at him. Why is he nervous?
Jisung meets his eye with a smile. “You’re cute.”
Minho flushes. “You’re cute.”
Jisung turns, nestling his face into Minho’s neck. “Mm. Stay the night?”
“Really?” Minho asks, shocked. Jisung nods against his neck, pressing a soft kiss against the skin.
“Yes,” Jisung mumbles, wrapping an arm around Minho’s torso, snuggling up to his body. “I like to cuddle after sex.”
Minho raises his hand and carefully strokes Jisung’s sweaty hair. “I’ll cuddle with you, Jisungie.”
Jisung giggles into his neck, then lifts his head to look up at Minho. “Jisungie?”
Minho blushes. Fuck, he hadn't meant to let that slip. “Sorry. Too much?”
“Nuh huh,” Jisung smiles, resting his head back into the crook of Minho’s neck again. “Just right.”
As Jisung falls asleep in Minho’s arms, he breathes, and thinks to himself: Something was looking out for me, here.
His eyes fall closed.