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Jisung is only a block away from the cafe when he starts to consider that he probably should have told someone where he's going and what he's doing there. He's usually good about that sort of thing, but he couldn't seem to find the right words in time.

It's not like he could just say “hey I'm killing myself trying to work two jobs and go to all my classes, and I'm still barely making rent, and I'm too proud to ask anyone I know for help, so I maybe kind of signed up for a website for sugar babies to find sugar daddies, and I didn't think anyone would actually message me, but this one guy did like immediately and he sounded really nice when we messaged, so long story short, I'm going to meet a 30 year old man that I don't know and if he likes me enough in person then he's going to pay me to hold his hand and also probably suck his dick I don't know.”

Okay, he could just say that, but he's pretty sure if he did that Felix would stage an intervention. Or insist on coming with him. So it's probably for the best like this.

Besides it's in public in broad daylight, this guy would have to be a professional kidnapper or something to be able to get away with doing anything to him during their date. Is it a date? Does it count as a date if you're getting paid for it? The guy had already given him enough to cover half of this month's rent just for agreeing to meet up, and promised the other half upon Jisung actually showing up.

The rest of the walk to the cafe is filled entirely with Jisung arguing internally about if meeting up with your potential sugar daddy counts as a date if it's happening at a cute cafe and he's paying you for it. By the time he makes it to the cafe in question he's no closer to coming up with an answer. He stops at the front doors, taking a moment to acknowledge the fact that this is his last moment to just take the half paid rent and bail. If he does that, though, he'll be right back where he started in the same position that made him desperate enough to be having this moment to begin with.

He takes a deep breath and pulls the door open, the door chime gently announcing his arrival. He glances around, though he's not sure why he's bothering to. The guy he's meeting didn't have any pictures of his face on his profile, and it would be kind of insane if Jisung could recognize someone who is basically a stranger to him by their forearms alone.

Thankfully Jisung had uploaded several tasteful mirror selfies to his own profile, so his date(?) is presumably the man who is waving him over. He also happens to be the hottest man Jisung has ever seen, with soft-looking dark hair falling neatly over his forehead, striking eyes that remind him a bit of a cat, and a pretty plush upper lip. No biggie. Jisung can be so normal about this. Incredibly normal. Just walk over to the table and act normal.

“Hey, Jisung, ri-”

“Is this a date?” Jisung is, in fact, not at all being normal about this. The hottest man alive blinks his beautiful eyes up at him for long enough that Jisung can feel his ears turning bright red. “Sorry, I was just thinking on the way here about if it counts as a date if I'm getting paid for it, and it was still kind of on my mind so it came out of my mouth before I could stop it. But yes, Jisung, that's me.” He adds onto the end with a nod.

The hottest man alive blinks at him a few more times before his face lights up with a grin that takes Jisung's breath away.

“Would you like to take a seat, Jisung?” He gestures to the empty chair across the table and Jisung quickly sits himself down on it, feeling almost high with the fact that he hasn't scared this guy away yet.

“My name is Minho, and to get it out of the way, there's no need to be formal if we're going to do this, so call me hyung.” Minho says, and Jisung is already nodding along. He thinks he'd probably do anything Minho asked him to do right now. “And whether or not this is a date depends. Do you want it to be a date?”

“I mean, it sounds better than ‘sugar daddy test drive’ don't you think?” Jisung laughs nervously, fidgeting with his sleeves until a hand lands softly over his own.

“Then it's a date. What would you like to drink?” Minho smiles at him and gives his fingers a light squeeze once Jisung manages to stutter out his order.

He uses the couple of minutes that it takes Minho to get their coffees to steady his breathing. He needs to relax. So what if Minho is objectively the hottest man alive? Obviously Minho is attracted to him, otherwise he wouldn't have messaged him at all, and clearly he hasn't been put off by Jisung's awkwardness. Things are going well, and even if Minho doesn't like him by the end of their date, he'll at least get this month's rent out of it.

He manages to talk himself into a state of calm by the time Minho returns with two iced americanos and sets a plate with a slice of cheesecake down in front of Jisung as well. This of course has the effect of completely destroying any amount of calm Jisung managed to reach, his face going warm as he realizes that Minho actually read his profile beyond the immediate name, age, photos, and ‘in search of’.

“Sorry, too forward?” Minho asks, as he sits back down in his seat, “You don't have to eat it-”

“No, no- I want it!” Jisung is broken out of his astonishment by the very idea that we would ever decline cheesecake, let alone cheesecake that his gorgeous date bought for him, “I was just surprised, is all,” he chuckles as he takes a sip of his drink then picks up a fork to get a bite of cheesecake, “I guess I just didn't expect anyone to actually read the whole favorites and preferences section let alone remember any of it.” He shrugs as he puts the bite in his mouth, humming happily at the taste.

“Why would you think someone wouldn't want to know those things about you?” Minho sounds and looks so genuinely confused that it makes Jisung's heart clench in a funny kind of way.

“I don't know,” he shrugs again, “Or, well, It's not that I don't think people would want to know those things about me in general, I just figured it was less important to what everyone on the site is looking for.” He takes another bite of the dessert, unable to resist it, “But I've also never done anything like this before so..”

Minho makes an agreeing hum, “Me neither.”

“Huh?” Jisung mumbles around his next bite of cheesecake, “Your profile wasn't new, though.”

“I know,” Minho props his chin on a hand and the fond smile he's giving Jisung is doing nothing to make him feel any less flustered, “You're the first person I've messaged.”

Okay, Jisung is calling bullshit on that right away, “Sure, hyung, do you tell all the boys you meet that?” He teases, rolling his eyes.

“No- or, well, yes, since I've told you and you're the only one.” Minho says, and he's either a scary good liar or being completely genuine.

“Oh.. guess I'm just special then, huh?” Jisung is going for light hearted, putting on an air of exaggerated self importance. He's thrown off when Minho meets Jisung's cocky smirk with that fond smile. He doesn't answer with words, but that look alone is enough for Jisung to understand what he's saying.

‘You are special.’

Jisung clears his throat, taking a long sip of his coffee as he fights back the butterflies in his stomach. As much as he's enjoying this, and as hot as Minho is, they are here to talk business in a sense.

“So, you pretty much know what I'm looking for..” He laid it out simply on his profile, there had even been a little checklist on the site for user convenience. He needs someone who can pay his rent and for groceries, non-negotiable. He'd checked the neutral option on getting an ‘allowance’ and gifts. Those things would be nice, but he was too desperate to be picky at the time. For what he was willing to offer he'd checked definitive yes for dates, work events, and one-on-one time alone, and a ‘maybe’ on anything sexual. He had known that doing so might turn some interested parties away, but he hadn't been desperate enough to get himself into a situation where sex was the expectation and also the deciding factor on if he was going to make rent that month.

Minho nods, “Right, I'm sure you want to know more about me, I know my profile is a bit bare bones. Like I said, you're the first person who actually caught my eye, I hadn't been paying much attention to the site before that.” Jisung feels the butterflies start to stir again at Minho's second admission of Jisung being the only person he's found to be worth messaging. It's insane, really, when Minho could probably have anyone he wants without having to pay them.

“Why use a site like that to begin with?” He can't help but ask, curiosity winning out, “I'm sure you could find a cute younger guy, who doesn't need your money, on a regular dating app? I mean, you're handsome, nice, thoughtful..” Jisung shoves another bite of cheesecake into his mouth before he can continue embarrassing himself. Minho giggles, actually giggles, and Jisung thinks he sees him mouthing the word ‘cute’ behind his hand which doesn't help the butterflies situation at all.

“I don't have the time, or the mental energy to get to know someone like that only for it to not work out.” Minho answers with a shrug, and for the first time since Jisung first saw him, his confidence seems to wane. “The truth is, I'm lonely. Not in a sense that I don't have friends, but..” Minho frowns, and Jisung feels his heart break a little for him, “but I long for someone I can take care of in a way that's I guess more intimate than friendship would allow. I figured by doing it this way I could find someone who would agree off the bat to let me take care of him. And also maybe convince him to come as my plus one to any work-sanctioned social events.”

The face Minho makes at the mention of these ‘work-sanctioned social events’ has Jisung giggling into his next bite of cheesecake, “That bad?” He teases, his heart feeling lighter again at Minho's playful glare.

“You have no idea. I need you to imagine the most average forty to fifty year old with a spouse and two kids, and then copy and paste about twenty times. Those are my coworkers.”

Jisung feels a little bad for laughing, but Minho looks so exasperated about how unrelatable his coworkers are that he can't help it. He does lean over and give him a few pitying pats on the arm, though.

“Okay so, I spend time with you, go with you to work events so you don't die of boredom, and let you take care of my expenses, and in return I don't have to worry about rent or feeding myself and can focus on my classes in peace?” Jisung lays it out, though in the back of his mind he wonders if Minho would be interested in the sexual aspect. Jisung recalls seeing it marked as a yes on Minho's profile, but also knows that doesn't mean it's a deal breaker. It obviously isn't for Minho since he'd messaged Jisung first, and has already proven that he read and remembers Jisung's entire profile.

“Mhmm, sounds good to me, but it looks like you have something more you want to say, Jisungie. Why's your face all red?” Minho's fond look takes on an edge that Jisung can't quite place, but it has him squeezing his thighs together and biting his lip regardless.

“I was just thinking about another way you could take care of me, is all.” Jisung decides to play coy, realizing he isn't sure he wants to be having this part of their conversation here in this cute little cafe with strangers within earshot.

“We can talk about that next time, yeah?” Minho seems to pick up on Jisung's hesitance to discuss this in public, “We could meet at my place.. or yours if that's more comfortable.”

Minho is being so so considerate, but the mental image of sitting in his own apartment discussing sex with his soon to be sugar daddy where Felix could walk in at any moment has him frantically shaking his head and rushing to get his words out.

“Yours! Your place is fine!” At Minho's raised brow he clarifies, “My roommate is my best friend so he's nosy as hell, and I do not need him listening in to that.”

“Makes sense.” Minho nods, and Jisung tries to calm himself again, but he can't quite stop his leg from bouncing or his gaze from jumping around the room. The thing is, he knows he should tell Minho now. He has to tell him at some point, obviously, now that sex is on the table. He can't just wait until the point where Minho is putting his hand in Jisung's pants, and the sooner he gets it over with, the better.

He needs to do it now, before he chickens out. There's an elephant in the room begging to be addressed and he's the only one who can do it, because nobody else knows it's an elephant. Really, it's more like one of those images of some incredibly camouflaged and dangerous animal that goes viral every once in a while. The ones where it could take you ages to find the leopard or mountain lion or giant fucking spider but once you do you can't ever go back to not seeing it, and-

“Hey-” Minho's hands are suddenly covering his own, and Jisung is pulled from his spiral, “What's going on? Did I read this wrong, you know we don't have to- I would never make you do something you don't want-”

“No, no, it's nothing you did, hyung, I promise.” Jisung cuts him off, turning his hands so he can squeeze Minho's fingers lightly, “There's just, uh, something you need to know first, and it's a little.. it's a lot..” he winces at his own awkwardness, but he can't help it. He loses every ounce of charisma he has when he's anxious, and so far things have been going well, and he actually enjoys Minho's company. He wants to get to know him better, to maybe get to be his friend outside of being his sugar baby. He thinks he might be a little devastated if he gets rejected now. If he gets rejected for this.

“We don't have to talk about it here-” Minho offers, but cuts himself short when Jisung shakes his head.

“No, you should know now, you-” Jisung has to swallow down a lump rising in his throat, and he huffs in frustration at the threat of tears he can feel prickling at his eyes, “You might not want to actually meet up a second time after I tell you, and I know I didn't put it on my profile, but that's because I didn't want someone who was interested in me just because of this, and I know not everyone who is okay with it is like that, but if I'd put it out there for everyone to know I think I'd probably convince myself that anyone I met with is only thinking about that,” once Jisung has started, the floodgates have opened, and it all spills out, “But I swear it wasn't to like trick you, or to be dishonest, I just-”

“Jisung-”

“I'm trans.” There. He's said it. His gaze falls to the table on instinct, but just as quickly he's looking up again, scanning Minho's expression for the disgust, the anger, the disappointment he's expecting.

“Oh.” Is all Minho says, and that's almost worse. ‘Oh’, he says. ‘Oh’. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

“Oh?” Jisung prompts, and Minho must shake himself out of whatever thoughts he's having as he blinks rapidly at him for a second before registering the barely concealed panic and unshed tears on Jisung's face.

“Whoa whoa, hey, Jisung, it's okay,” Minho is suddenly moving himself and his chair around the table, both to get closer to Jisung and to shield him from the view of the other customers who have been not so subtly glancing their way. “Shit, I'm sorry, that sounded bad didn't it? It's okay,” he hesitates for just a moment before he's reaching out and cradling Jisung's face to wipe the few tears away that have managed to escape. “You just caught me off guard, is all, with how anxious you were I thought it was going to be something crazy.” Minho chuckles softly, his fond smile making a return and soothing Jisung instantly, “Please don't cry.”

“S-sorry, I don't usually get worked up like this about it.” Jisung sniffles through a sad laugh. It's true that normally he's the type to drop someone without remorse if they won't respect him, but with Minho, well.. He just really wants Minho to be okay with it.

“I understand, or well, I guess I don't, really. Understand what it's like, I mean.” Minho moves his hands back to his own lap and Jisung misses them immediately. “But I don't mind..” he trails off, then looks sheepishly to the side, ears turning a cute shade of pink, “I might have some stupid questions, though.. I've never been with a trans guy.”

“Have you been with a woman?” As much as Jisung doesn't like to make comparisons between himself and a woman, for this in particular it's at least a decent starting point.

“I'm gay.”

“Oh.” Well, there goes that. The euphoria he feels at being carnally desired by a gay man, though, he'll be riding that high for a while. “Well, if you're willing to learn, then I'm willing to teach, I think between the two of us we can figure it out.” It's in the following moment that it hits him that he's talking about his vagina like it's some kind of puzzle or math equation, and he stands no chance against the fit of giggles that fights its way out of him.

At least Minho also seems to catch onto the humor of the moment and soon they're both drawing glances from the other cafe goers as they fail to stifle their laughter.

After they settle, Minho returns to his side of the table, and they finish their coffee while chatting about the sort of thing one would normally talk about on a date to get to know each other.

Jisung learns that Minho's father is the CEO of some huge tech company, and Minho will inherit the position when his father retires. Which won't be for a long time yet, but Minho is still pretty high up in the company, hence having more money than he knows what to do with. Jisung also learns that he lives alone in a penthouse apartment with his three cats, he loves to cook, and he minored in dance at university.

Jisung in turn talks about Felix being his best friend, and about his absolutely baller brownie recipe. He talks about having cats growing up, but pets aren't allowed in his current apartment. He talks about his major in music production, and complains about the test he has coming up in his calculus class.

The next time Jisung glances at his phone, he realizes it's been several hours. Their drinks and the cheesecake are long since finished, and a notification telling him he has several texts from Felix is staring right back at him. He unlocks it and opens his messages to find at least a dozen texts from his best friend, worriedly asking where he is and threatening to put together a search party or call the police.

He wraps things up with Minho, writing down his class schedule for him to arrange a day for them to continue their ‘talk’, and Jisung quickly types out a message to Felix with some excuse of studying at the library and forgetting to plug his phone in last night so it died so sorry to worry you et cetera et cetera.

He knows he'll have to tell his friends about Minho eventually, and that lying has a way of coming back to bite him, but for now Jisung wants this to just be his. He's feeling hopeful for once, and he's afraid that hearing others’ worries or doubts will ruin it. Felix will just have to forgive him for it later.

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“Hi babies!” Jisung squeals, dropping to his knees immediately to greet the three cats who come trotting up at the sound of the door opening. His enthusiasm is curved soon after, however, when all three felines completely ignore him to rub against Minho's legs instead then meander off to wherever they were before without so much as sparing Jisung a second glance.

“Come on, don't pout, get back up here.” Minho coaxes, pulling Jisung up gently by the arms. Jisung, who is pouting anyway, slips his shoes off and lines them up with the infinitely more expensive collection on the rack by the door.

“Here, let me..” Minho's soft voice coming from so close behind him has Jisung gasping softly, his face heating up as Minho eases his backpack off his shoulders to hang it on one of the hooks on the entryway wall. Jisung murmurs a soft thanks, feeling a bit shy at the stark reminder of their ages.

Sure eight years isn't the craziest age gap in the world, but it definitely makes Jisung feel some type of way to be picked up after his last class by a man wearing Gucci shades and driving a car that cost more than his tuition. Meanwhile Jisung is only wearing jeans and the one polo he owns because of the fact that he was expecting to be picked up by a man wearing Gucci shades and driving a car worth more than Jisung could imagine without feeling ill.

He takes a moment to glance around and get his bearings then. The whole apartment is a bit smaller and more compact than Jisung had imagined when he'd heard ‘penthouse’. The entryway is fairly small with a staircase directly to the left that goes up to a second floor. Straight ahead the far wall is made of glass panels looking out to a balcony, the interior space being used as a sitting room with a couch, loveseat, and armchair arranged around a low table and a massive TV mounted on the wall to the right.

As Jisung follows Minho further into the space, he notices a short hallway to the right, though he's led the opposite way around the stairs and the wall that partially separates the space of the first floor and into what's obviously the dining area and kitchen. Jisung smiles as he takes in how obviously used and loved the space is. There are various cooking implements hanging in convenient spots, a full spice rack, an apron draped on the oven door, and a collection of recipes, reminders, and grocery lists stuck to the fridge with cat themed magnets.

“Want anything to drink?” Minho asks, and Jisung flushes yet again at the look of amusement on the older man's face at having caught him practically studying his kitchen.

“Just water is fine, thank you.” Jisung answers, walking over to Minho and taking a seat when he pulls a chair out for him at the dining table. He thanks him again when he brings him a bottle of water from the fridge. Minho lets him take a few sips and settle for another moment before he takes the seat adjacent to Jisung's and pulls a folder closer to him from where it had been laying in the center of the table.

“First order of business,” Minho starts, and Jisung isn't sure when the Gucci shades had been swapped out for reading glasses, but they're pink and have little paw prints along the sides, and Jisung is wondering how someone can be so hot and so cute at the same time. “I think we should sign a contract. Just to be the safest we can be about this.”

Jisung nods, “Yeah, okay, makes sense.” He slides the papers over towards himself to begin reading through them. It's all stuff that makes sense and seems fair to him, though his eyebrows shoot up when he flips to the section about how much Minho is planning to pay him.

• His rent in full every month, plus extra for groceries and travel fairs to and from school
• A weekly allowance to spend however he wants
• His tuition and any other expenses relating to his classes
• An amount per hour for accompanying Minho to work related events
• Material gifts such as clothing, jewelry, etc. to be worn upon Minho's request
• Extra funds can be requested, but may be denied at Minho's discretion

Jisung looks back up at the man sitting to his right, jaw open in astonishment. This is way more than he'd said he wanted. Before he can find the words to say anything about it, Minho gestures for him to continue reading and Jisung's body simply obeys. How could he ever fight against a beautiful man wearing pink kitty themed reading glasses? The next section lists the things Jisung is agreeing to do in return for the money and gifts.

• He is to quit both of his jobs and focus on his studies and taking care of himself
• Provide Minho with his current grades upon request to ensure he is studying well and not using the money and freedom to be irresponsible
• Send pictures to Minho upon request - can be done at his earliest convenience if he is in class or otherwise busy*
• Spend time with Minho either at his home or on dates at least three times a week, unless time is needed for visiting family, midterms/finals, or other important obligations
• Show physical affection, such as holding hands, hugging, cuddling, kissing, etc when spending time with Minho*
• Participate in mutually consensual sex acts with Minho*
• Attend work related events with Minho as needed where he will be expected to act as his date
• Have clear and open communication with Minho
• Get tested for sexually transmitted diseases as soon as convenience allows, and before having unprotected sex with Minho*
• He is to not have any other sexual partners
• He is to not have any romantic partners

*Any physically intimate and/or sexual advances, requests, or acts may be denied or stopped by either party at any time for any reason. If either party violates this rule this contract will immediately be considered void and the agreement between the parties ended.

As he reads, he gets the feeling most people would find what Minho is asking to be controlling or overall just too much, the clause about consent aside, but.. but honestly it's getting Jisung more flustered the closer to the end of the list he gets. Having someone who wants to take care of him like this.. yeah, he's starting to see where Minho was coming from when he'd said he wants to take care of someone on a level that would not work with a friend.

The two points at the end he knows logically are for his own and Minho's health and safety, and to have the security of being each other's only sexual partner. Jisung also couldn't imagine dating someone seriously while being a sugar baby to someone else. He doesn't even want to imagine the potential drama and fallout. Even so, he can't help but to indulge in the fantasy of those words having a possessive edge. As long as this contract stands he's Minho's and Minho is his as far as he's concerned, and so far he sees no reason not to sign.

One thing does stand out to him, though, and it's definitely something that needs to be said, because he's pretty sure it hasn't even crossed poor Minho's mind.

“This all looks good to me,” Jisung starts, clearing his throat, “It's just, uh, are you planning on us having unprotected sex?” And god that should not be making his stomach swoop with arousal like it does.

Minho blinks at him like Jisung has just said something incredibly stupid, and he leans forward a bit to make eye contact and says with an intense level of seriousness, “Jisung. I am not planning for us to do anything you don't also enthusiastically consent to, okay?” Quite unfortunately that somehow turns Jisung on even more and he has to break eye contact with a whine, covering his burning face with both hands.

“No, that's not what I- I mean, I've never- without a condom- but, like, I'd wanna try it, I think- I just-” He groans in frustration at how fucking hard he is right now. He has to bite his lip as he squeezes his thighs together and take deep steadying breaths or else he's about to crawl into Minho's lap and beg to be creampied right then and there.

Okay okay, he's gotta think of something else or he might actually pass out from horniness, or mortification. Probably both.

“Take your time.” Minho's soft voice and little amused grin have Jisung glaring at him from between the fingers he still has covering his face.

“Stop enjoying this so much.” He grumbles, dropping his hands to scowl at the other properly when Minho laughs.

“I have a pretty boy in my kitchen whining and squirming in his seat at the thought of me cumming inside him. Am I not supposed to enjoy it?”

“I'm not whining.. or squirming!” Jisung whines, shifting his weight a bit in his chair as he crosses his arms and pouts.

“Mhm, and what was it you were trying to say before you got all embarrassed on me, pretty?” Minho's gaze feels like it could set Jisung on fire, making his brain feel like hot soup. This is actually important, though, Minho definitely needs to know this, come on soup-brain, work!

“Okay, seriously, stop being hot for like five seconds, we actually need to talk about this.” Jisung manages to get out, taking a few measured breaths to clear his mind of horny thoughts.

“Of course, what is it?” Minho answers, his tone returning to neutral, as if asking him to stop being hot was a completely reasonable and doable thing for Jisung to ask of him.

“Unless you happen to have had a vasectomy at some point, I could get pregnant.” And as much as the thought of getting creampied had turned Jisung on, the very real possibility of being pregnant does the exact opposite. It terrifies him, actually.

Jisung doesn't realize he's been bouncing his leg until a firm hand grips it just above the knee, massaging the muscle there until he relaxes, his held breath leaving him in a heavy sigh.

“Okay, yeah, we do have to talk about that.” Minho agrees, pulling his hand back once Jisung has settled, and running it through his own hair, “Fuck, I wasn't even thinking about that, I'm sorry.”

“It's okay, it's not something you've had to think about before.” Jisung points out with a small smile that Minho returns, though it turns into a look of determination a moment later.

“Alright, we can get you birth control if that's what you want. I can even add that to my part of the deal, I'll pay for it, whatever kind works for you.” Minho runs a hand through his hair again, “I must sound like an idiot when it comes to this, I don't know anything.” He admits, and Jisung snorts a laugh.

“No, you just sound like someone who's never had to worry about this before.” He assures, though for some reason that makes Minho's frown deepen. “What's with that look, hyung?”

“Just thinking about how this is something you have to worry about all the time, but I've only ever had to worry about it now.” He looks so torn up about it that Jisung almost laughs, but he fights the urge, reaching over to pat Minho's arm gently.

“It's okay, really, that's just how it is. No point in agonizing over it, trust me, I've done enough of that in my life.” he pats his arm one more time before pulling away, “And to be honest with you I haven't been on birth control since being with my last boyfriend, and that was two years ago.” Before he even came out, let alone transitioned, “I'll have to look into what I'd want first, if that's okay.”

Minho is already nodding before he even finishes speaking, “Of course, it's your body.” He slides the contract over to himself and quickly writes in pen under the first section that Minho will pay for birth control and any other reproductive health related expenses. Jisung takes the paper back and finishes reading through the final few paragraphs. It's all pretty much just saying that either of them can request to meet to rediscuss any parts of the contract or to discuss ending it.

Jisung can't see any reason to turn this down, honestly, it sounds perfect. He'll get paid to hang out with a sweet guy with cute cats, and also get fucked by him? It sounds like a wet dream. He signs the document happily, and watches as Minho does as well.

“Now that we have that out of the way,” Minho grabs a second packet out of the folder and slides it across to Jisung, “This is a list of kinks that I want you to look through, and mark your interest in. For each one I want you to write yes or no, yes for it being something you've tried before and no if you haven't, then a score on how enthusiastic you would be to do or try it. You can also put a question mark on anything you need more information about and an ‘X’ on anything that is a hard limit.”

“Oh wow..” Jisung breathes, his face growing warm and his eyes snapping back up after only glancing at some of the things on the first page. Minho is back to looking amused, which Jisung would say he prefers over the sad look if it wasn't at the expense of Jisung getting all flustered. Again.

“I also filled one out, so we can compare once you're done. No pressure, though, you can take it home if it's more comfortable without me watching you. This will work like the contract, we can always come back and rediscuss things if you decide you do or don't want to do any of these things. Especially for anything you mark with an ‘X’, you will have to bring it up to me first if you want to try it later on, I won't ever ask it of you.” Minho's voice is gentle despite the clear enjoyment Jisung can see in his eyes. It makes part of Jisung want to fight back in a way, even though he's not exactly hating the attention.

“And what if I mark ‘X’ for all of it?” He challenges, though he knows he isn't going to. He hasn't had much of a chance to explore this stuff before, but the little he has tried has definitely made him curious for more.

“Then we can just have missionary sex while we look into each other's eyes, hold hands, and whisper sweet nothings.” Minho answers with a shrug, “My goal is to take care of you, Jisung, so whatever it is I have to do to watch you cum-”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” Jisung hurriedly gets out, waving his hands to signal Minho to shut up before Jisung does something irrevocably embarrassing like moan out loud from words alone. “You're a service top or whatever, do you want a medal?”

Minho looks like he's about to say something incredibly cheesy in response like ‘I just want you’ that would make Jisung both cringe and become even more flustered, so he quickly points an accusatory finger at the other with a glare.

“Don't answer that!” He's sure he doesn't look intimidating at all with how red his face must be, but Minho backs down regardless, hands raised in front of his chest in surrender. With a huff, Jisung turns his gaze back to the paper in front of him. There's a few paragraphs at the top explaining the same thing Minho just did, including a key for the scaling system, and then the list begins. Almost immediately he has to shift in his seat and cross his legs, stealing a glance up at Minho who is of course watching him calmly with his chin propped on his hand. It's not fair how unaffected he seems, but also some part of Jisung can't get enough of it. Something in him is salivating at the concept of him being some useless whining mess who needs Minho to take care of him because he's just too dumb to do it on his own and-

He tears his gaze away from Minho and back down to the paper, but that's not helping anything. With an embarrassed sigh he looks to Minho, “Yeah, I think I need to take this home to fill out, since you keep looking at me like you want to eat me.” He means it as a joke, but the way Minho's smirk widens and his eyes narrow is doing something to Jisung's insides. He looks like a cat, ready to pounce, and Jisung is a little unsuspecting mouse sitting in his sights.

“Would you like that?” The low teasing tone Minho's voice takes on sends a shiver down Jisung's spine, “Being eaten?” Jisung makes a humiliating squeaking sound in the back of his throat at the sudden mental image those words invoke. Minho's head between his thighs, pretty lips wrapped around his dick. His tongue, hot and wet, inside his-

“Actually, wait, sorry we have something else we need to go over before I get carried away.” Minho once again goes back to his usual tone, and Jisung thinks he might get whiplash from how quickly he's able to go from sex demon to business man. At this point Jisung kind of wishes Minho would just get carried away.

“What's up, hyung?” He says instead of voicing that thought because he is also curious about what more Minho needs to go over with him.

“Sorry if there's a better way to ask this, but I've never had to have this conversation before. What words do you prefer for your..” Minho trails off, obviously trying to find a word he thinks will be inoffensive to use, “..anatomy?” he settles on, though he doesn't look entirely convinced that he's chosen the correct one. Jisung finds the entire ordeal to be devastatingly endearing.

“You're doing fine, hyung.” he assures him, then stops to think for a moment about his answer. The truth is he hasn't been with anyone since transitioning, so he only has experience with how his past boyfriends and girlfriend referred to his body. A body that all parties involved at the time perceived as a woman's. He's never had bad bottom dysphoria, though, and as he runs through the list of possible terms in his head he doesn't find that any of them particularly bother him.

“You can call it whatever,” he shrugs, then scrunches his nose as he adds, “though ‘vagina’ might be the least sexy word on the planet. Other than that I don't think I have a preference? Pussy, cunt, hole, it all works for me. I like calling my clit my dick, though. Like a lot. Definitely prefer that.” he's rambling now he knows, it's just too awkward discussing his genitals like the weather.

“Noted.” Minho says with a nod, and his serious expression melts into a soft smile, “Thank you, Jisung, you did so well today.”

Jisung's brain blue screens for a moment, his lips parting as though to say something, but not a single word comes to mind. “I, uh, I didn't really do anything though?” He manages to get out after a moment of stupidly blinking at Minho.

“Of course you did, you read everything I asked you to, brought up some good points, and answered my questions. You've been very good.” Minho smiles at him for only a few precious more seconds before standing. “You can put your homework in your bag for later, and then come sit with me in the living room. You like anime, right? Let's watch something.”

Jisung feels almost in a daze as he nods, moving as if on autopilot to carry his ‘homework’ out of the kitchen and to where his bag is hanging by the door. He carefully slips the packet into the front cover of a textbook to make sure it won't get crumpled or torn on the way home later.

By the time he's zipping the bag closed again and padding over to the living room, his head feels clearer and the other thing Minho says registers fully.

“How do you know I like anime, are you stalking me, hyung?” He asks, fluttering his lashes at the older man as he joins him on the couch facing the TV. Minho laughs, turning his attention from browsing their options to grin at Jisung.

“You have a Survey Corps keychain on your bag, baby.” Minho says, laughter in his voice, and Jisung would laugh along if his mind wasn't playing back that last word on repeat.

Baby. Baby.

“Oh, yeah, right.” He manages to say, face heating up for the umpteenth time today. Minho just keeps smiling at him and Jisung becomes very aware of his own body and how awkward and stiff he is, sitting practically on the edge of the couch cushion, knees together with his hands clasped between them. He huffs at himself, shaking his head as he makes himself relax, scooting closer to Minho and leaning towards him. When the older man doesn't stop him, just continues to give him that silent amused smile, Jisung fully commits to leaning into his side.

An arm gently drapes over his shoulders, and Jisung melts into the warmth of Minho's form, bringing his legs up onto the couch. He goes to fold them to the side, but with alarming speed Minho grabs his far leg under the knee with his free hand and uses the leverage to swing both of Jisung's legs around to be over his lap. His hand lingers on his knee for a moment, fingers flexing in a way that has Jisung shuddering.

“This okay?” Minho asks softly, and their faces are so close that when he turns to look at Jisung, he can feel the warmth of his breath on his cheek. When Jisung turns his head slightly to look back he catches a glimpse of Minho's ears which have gone bright red, and Jisung becomes giddy with the knowledge that he has been making Minho flustered as well. Minho is just better at hiding it, it seems. Jisung nods eagerly, snuggling in closer to Minho's chest.

“Mhm! Hyung is warm and cozy.” He says, giggling and kicking his feet a little when Minho's arm around his shoulders tightens briefly and the hand around his knee squeezes. In the next second, though, the hand is leaving and Jisung nearly pouts about it before the remote is being dropped in his lap and the hand returns to its proper place.

“Alright, Jisungie, find us something to watch then, hm?”

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“Jisung, hey, it's getting late, honey.” A soft voice by his ear and a soft hand lightly squeezing his shoulder brings Jisung out of the comfortable warm darkness of sleep. He whines as consciousness returns to him, pressing his face into his pillow. Except, it's not his pillow, that much becomes obvious when he inhales and his senses are filled with a familiar, but distinctly not his own, scent.

That's right, he's at Minho's. They were cuddling on the couch, watching anime and then. Jisung must have fallen asleep. Well, that's just embarrassing. The fact that he's not still curled up in Minho's lap, and has a pillow under his head and a blanket over his body tells him that he must have been out for long enough for Minho to have to move him. He whines again, this time in mortification, though Minho just chuckles and ruffles his hair.

“Sorry hyung..” he mumbles half into the pillow as he peaks one eye open at the other. Poor Minho probably thought they would at least get to second base all cuddled up the way they were. Then again, with how much the older man has emphasized consent he may have been not expecting anything at all. Even if that is the more likely case, it's still pretty rude to just fall asleep on someone you're at least supposed to be hanging out with.

“Sorry for what, baby?” Minho asks, still idly petting Jisung's hair, and there's that pet name again. It makes Jisung's insides feel warm and gushy, so he whines and hides his face again for a moment to calm himself because he is self aware enough to know he's being A Lot right now.

“For falling asleep when you're literally paying me to spend time with you.” He says after collecting himself and sitting himself up on the couch. Doing so means Minho's hand slips from his hair and the soft blanket pools around his legs, effectively removing him from the warm little bubble he'd woken up in. He misses it immediately.

“You still technically spent time with me, you just weren't conscious for it.” Minho soothes, and Jisung gives him a flat look. It has the effect of making Minho giggle, which wasn't the intention, but Jisung can't say he isn't pleased. “Really, it's okay. You had classes today, I'm sure you needed some rest. I'm happy you trust me enough to fall asleep like that.”

Minho reaches out and gives Jisung's calf a soft squeeze through the blanket as he stands. “It's getting late now. I don't have a problem with you spending the night, but I wanted to wake you up in case you wanted to go home.”

Jisung almost wants to ask Minho if all sugar daddies are this thoughtful, but he's pretty sure he already knows the answer. Instead he stretches and yawns, considering the offer of staying the night for probably a bit longer than he really should. He knows he can't stay tonight, he'd told Felix he was studying late today, sure, but not coming home at all would definitely freak him out.

Jisung nods as he lowers his arms from his stretch, smiling up at Minho, “I have to go home tonight, my roommate is expecting me back.”

“Alright, I'll drive you.” Minho says, leaving no room for argument as he walks off to presumably get his car keys and pull on his shoes. Jisung takes a few seconds to fully wake up, rubbing his eyes and yawning again. Somehow he's still tired, but he isn't all that surprised. Between morning classes and night shifts and working weekends he hasn't felt truly rested since.. well he can't remember, and that's definitely a sign that he's not okay.

Things are looking up now, though, Minho wants to take care of him and Jisung is more than willing to let him do so in every sense.

“Hey, you okay? Still sleepy?” Minho's voice coming from directly in front of him brings Jisung back to the present where he's been staring blankly at the powered off TV probably for over a minute. It takes his brain several long seconds to reboot as he blinks up at the older man.

“I, uh, yeah. I can't remember the last time I got 8 hours uninterrupted.” He isn't sure why he's compelled to confess as much to Minho, but the sympathetic look he gets makes him feel like his struggle is being seen as a struggle and not just ‘how life is sometimes’, and that means something to him. What exactly, he isn't sure, but he can feel it in his chest.

“Poor baby, put your two weeks in for both your jobs when you get home, yeah?” Minho says it like a question, but it feels like a command. Paired with Minho running fingers through Jisung's hair, he's powerless to do anything other than nod in agreement.

“Good boy. Now come on, let's get you home.”

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“Jisung, sweetie, baby, love-”

“What, Felix?” Jisung cuts his best friend off knowing he wouldn't stop if allowed to go uninterrupted, and joins the blonde at their kitchen table with his own breakfast of dry cereal because they both somehow have forgotten to buy milk for the last two weeks. At this point he's considering setting an alarm for grocery day named MILK BUY MILK DUMBASS DONT FORGET.

Maybe if he asks Minho to text him a reminder.. then again if he does that, then Minho is just as likely to insist on ordering a grocery delivery for him.

“Can I ask you a question?” Felix asks and Jisung raises a brow.

“Well, I mean you just did-”

“I hate you.”

“You don't, you looooove me!” Jisung captures Felix's calf with his feet under the table and grins his brightest, most heart-shaped grin as Felix tries his hardest to continue scowling at him. “What was your question, baby?” He prods, taking a sip of coffee.

“Are you, like, seeing somebody?”

Jisung chokes, which results in him dribbling coffee into his bowl of sad dry cereal in an extremely attractive way.

“What?” He coughs, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, his mind scrambling to figure out how Felix could have found out about Minho. He's only seen the other man twice so far, their third meeting planned for this evening. Jisung has to suppress a pleasant shiver as he thinks about what exactly he and Minho will be discussing, and possibly participating in, later.

“Well, you left your laptop open on the table the other day and I wasn't snooping or anything I promise, but I glanced over at it when I was making coffee while you were showering and, I just-” Felix stops to breathe for a moment, “Why the fuck were you searching, and I quote, ‘rope bondage examples’ and ‘best birth control for trans men'?”

“Uh.. because I don't want to get pregnant?” Jisung tries, but based on Felix's expression he doesn't think he's going to get away with that answer.

“Mhmm, when your boyfriend is tying you up?”

“He's not my boyfriend-” Jisung snaps his jaw shut around his automatic rebuttal, but it's too late. He's already said too much, and Felix is leaning over the table towards him with a wicked grin.

“So there is someone!”

“Yeah, okay! I'm thinking of fucking this guy, but he's not my boyfriend. It's casual.” Jisung isn't sure why he doesn't want to admit to exactly what Minho is to him. Pride or something like that probably.

“Is it someone from school? Do I know him?” Of course Felix wants all the details, but thankfully Minho is very much not someone from on campus.

“No, no, he's not in school, he's already got a degree.” He answers, brows furrowing at how Felix's grin seems to only grow.

“Ooooh an older man, spicy!” Felix cackles as Jisung groans. If only Felix could know how on the nose his teasing really is. “When do I get to meet him to give him the shovel talk?”

“He doesn't need a shovel talk, it's casual!” Jisung argues, “And we haven't even had sex yet anyway.” His face heats at the reminder of what may come later, “But since we're talking about it now; I'm going to his place tonight, I'll probably stay there..” he hadn't discussed as much with Minho yet, but he can't imagine the man kicking him out. The only thing that had stopped him from staying last time had been that Felix would worry, and obviously that's not an issue anymore.

“Okay, be safe.” Felix's tone goes from playful to serious, and Jisung finds himself smiling warmly at his friend's concern. “And use protection! Unless you already went and got that IUD, in which case when did you even have time for that and also why didn't you tell me? I would've come for moral support!”

“And done what? Hold my hand while they put it in?” Jisung says through incredulous laughter, and he only laughs harder when Felix nods with all the enthusiasm and conviction only a man willing to hold his best bro's hand while having an IUD inserted would have.

“You know I would! It's not like we haven't seen each other's dicks before.” Felix argues his case, and while Jisung is flattered and grateful to have a friend like him, he shakes his head.

“I haven't gotten one yet, no, and you are not invited when I do. I'm a big boy, I'll be able to handle it.” That, and Minho likely will be the one attending the appointment if anyone, seeing as he's paying for the thing.

“Okay, well if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

Jisung rolls his eyes, going back to his slightly dribbled on but mostly dry cereal, knowing today will drag on with the promise of what's to come dangling in front of him like some euphemistic carrot on a stick.

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Jisung knows he's being jittery with anticipation, both of his legs bouncing, and fingers playing with the strings of his hoodie. He's given up trying to hide it, not that he ever stood a chance of doing so, if the amused glances Minho has been sending him from the driver's seat are any indication. He's being driven to a sexy man's penthouse apartment where he and said sexy man are going to discuss all the ways they want to know each other carnally. Biblically, even. He's excited, sue him!

Jisung had been prepared to dress up and everything, but Minho texted him around noon to tell him to wear something comfortable. He'd been a little worried that he was dressed a bit too comfortably until he'd slipped into the passenger seat to find Minho in a similar state of dress in a hoodie and sweats.

“Are you hungry? I can pick something up on our way.” Minho asks, and Jisung nods, agreeing to whatever Minho likes. Which leads him to where he is now, sitting in Minho's kitchen happily stuffing his mouth full of takeout.

He catches Minho staring again and makes a questioning sound, mouth too full to actually voice his question.

“Nothing, you're just cute.” Minho says casually, as though it's a given, a known fact, “Like a squirrel or hamster or something.” He leans over to pinch at Jisung's cheek. Jisung swats the hand away, trying to glare, but knowing that it'll fall short given how pink his face must be.

“It's a compliment, I swear!” Minho defends, pulling his hand back, “I don't think I've ever seen someone be so cute while they're eating.”

Jisung ducks his head to hide the spreading flush of his skin, focusing on finishing his food while Minho giggles at his reaction from his adjacent chair.

After dinner Minho has them move to the couch, and Jisung makes himself comfortable, leaning against the backrest and folding his legs up onto the cushion. Minho sits close by, also turned so they can face each other, a hint of a smile on his lips that tells Jisung that his face is definitely still bright pink. He grows a bit more serious then, and Jisung takes a moment to appreciate again how much care Minho is putting into making sure everything feels safe and comfortable.

“I'll preface by saying that I'm vers-”

Jisung must make a face that shows that he has no idea what that means, because Minho cuts himself off and blinks a few times like he's recalibrating his train of thought before starting again.

“That means I top or bottom. In scenes, though, I'm strictly a dom, regardless of that. Of course that doesn't mean we can't have regular sex, we don't have to explore any kind of dynamic that you don't want to.” He explains and Jisung nods along, feeling a bit like he should be taking notes or something. Again, he must be making a face that gives away the fact that he's on the verge of overthinking everything as Minho reaches out to grip Jisung's ankle gently.

“Hey, whatever you're thinking you can say it. We'll talk about it, and then go to the next thing, and the next.” He reassures, giving Jisung's ankle a soft squeeze.

“I uh, I kinda assumed I'd be bottoming all the time if I'm being honest.” Jisung admits, picking the thought that seems most relevant at the moment to say out loud. Minho tilts his head like a cat trying to figure something out, his brows furrowing slightly. It's unfairly endearing.

“Because you prefer it, or because you thought I wouldn't bottom?” He asks, seeming to genuinely want to get to the bottom (ha) of Jisung's assumption, his thumb now circling the bone of Jisung's ankle. The gesture is definitely doing something soupy to Jisung's brain, but the question isn't exactly helping either.

The truth is, he's never topped before. Not even with the one girlfriend he's had. He's certainly had a passing thought or two about it since transitioning, but now that he's actually thinking about it, he's never considered topping a man to be a possibility. Perhaps it's some hidden shred of internalized missogyny telling him that a man would always expect to be putting his dick in Jisung rather than taking a strap. Or maybe some good old internalized transphobia making him subconsciously forget that a man who wants to be with him is some flavor of queer by definition, and has quite possibly bottomed for men before.

“Uhh, I don't know, I've never..” Jisung answers Minho who's been patiently waiting while he's been self reflecting for the past minute.

“That's okay, would you want to try?” Minho is so sweet it makes Jisung kind of want to curl up in a ball and scream just to get out the feeling of butterflies in his stomach. At this point Jisung doesn't even need to ask or hear Minho say it out loud to know that the other man has assumed that Jisung doesn't own a strap (he doesn't), and would be extremely willing to buy him one.

“I..” the thing is, Jisung doesn't think he hates the idea, it's just a very new one, and new things are scary, and he wouldn't know what to do and it probably wouldn't be good for Minho anyway. Besides he likes bottoming, he's been content so far assuming he'll be a bottom his whole life, there's no need to stir things up. “No, I don't think so.”

“Okay, but if that ever changes, let me know.” Minho pats his ankle one time before moving it back to his own lap. Jisung misses it's presence immediately. “Now what else is on your mind?”

“So much, hyung, can't you just talk and I sit here and look pretty?” He bats his eyelashes, hoping Minho will just take over the whole conversation and Jisung won't have to think about the reasons he acts or thinks the way he does and instead just get told all the ways Minho wants to make him cum.

“As nice as that sounds, we both need to participate in this conversation. I can guide us a bit more, though.” Minho compromises and waits until Jisung nods before continuing, “You've mentioned I think at least one previous partner, did you ever experiment with kink or a dom/sub dynamic in that or any other relationships?”

“Uhh, not really?” Jisung settles on after a brief mental debate. Minho does the head tilt thing again, and Jisung finds it unbearably attractive for how simple of a gesture it is.

“Not really? You know I'm going to ask you to tell me what that means, Jisung.” Minho's voice takes on an edge somewhere between teasing and condescension that definitely should not be as attractive as it is.

“I mean, it wasn't anything crazy, and I don't think he was trying to be a dom or anything.” Jisung hurries to explain, some part of him wanting to please Minho by answering his question properly after what could even barely be called a scolding. “He just, y'know, tied my hands together or to the headboard sometimes, or pulled my hair, or he'd kinda slap my thighs or ass, like-” Jisung slaps the outside of his upper thigh, hard enough that it would sting if he wasn't wearing clothes, but nowhere near hard enough to leave a lasting mark, “not too hard, and he never properly spanked me spanked me.” He paused to think for another moment, “Oh! And one time he blindfolded me, but I didn't like that.”

“Why didn't you like it?” Minho asks, his voice soft and a small frown on his face that makes Jisung blink a few times to figure out what the other might be thinking.

“Hey what's with the sad face? It wasn't anything traumatizing I swear! And all the other things I just said were things I agreed to beforehand, he didn't just do that shit to me without asking.” Jisung clarifies, and to his relief the upset expression melts away from Minho's face.

“Okay, good, I'm glad you were treated well. I still want to know why you didn't like the blindfold if you're willing to share.” Minho says, and Jisung nods. Like he said, it wasn't a traumatizing experience, and the story is actually a little funny in hindsight.

“So my boyfriend was a really quiet guy. Not just soft-spoken, but the kind of person who barely makes noise at all. Always accidentally sneaking up on people, that sort of thing.” He pauses to take a breath, “So he blindfolds me, right, and I'm a jumpy person when I can see, so every time he touched me I'd startle because I couldn't tell where he was at all. After I got scared for about the fifth time I told him it wasn't fun scary anymore and we stopped.” he laughs at himself and the memory. At the time his boyfriend had pulled the blindfold off immediately, looking almost panicked with worry. After Jisung had established that he was fine, just not into getting jump scared every ten seconds, they'd both broken down into fits of giggles.

“Aw, just like a little squirrel, so jumpy.” Minho coos, and Jisung can't find it in himself to really argue with him on that point. From there they go down their lists, which honestly feels closer to a business meeting than it does to sex, but he supposes that's the point. To go over these things with a clear head.

Minho also has him pick a safeword, though he emphasizes that for now, until they know each other better and have a more in-depth conversation, that saying “no” or “stop” will be treated as though Jisung means it. Jisung picks ‘volcano’ as his safeword, figuring it will be easy enough to remember and also be something that nobody in their right mind would say during sex normally.

“And have you put any more thought into what type of birth control you want? Or none at all, we can work with that too.” Minho asks, and Jisung can tell by the look on his face that he would really prefer that Jisung say he wants to use birth control. Not in an asshole-man-who-doesn't-want-to-wear-a-condom-ever kind of way, but more in a he's-going-to-constantly-worry-about-accidentally-getting-Jisung-pregnant-without-it kind of way. Jisung can relate.

“Yeah, I figured an IUD would work best so I don't have to remember to take a pill, or have an alarm go off in front of my classmates for me to take a pill and have them all speculate about my junk.” Not that some of them aren't already doing that, but he'd rather not feed the rumor mill on this, especially not after what made him have to transfer to this university to begin with. Minho for his part starts nodding, only to seemingly realize that he doesn't know what an IUD is. At least that's how Jisung is choosing to interpret the expression.

“An intrauterine device. It's a little plastic thing they stick right up in there that releases just enough of a hormone to stop sperm from getting to its target location.” He explains very academically, unable to stop himself from giggling as Minho only looks horrified by the concept.

“All the way in your..” Minho blinks a few times, looking for all the world like he's trying to remember anything from the last time he would have learned about female anatomy. Probably in high school biology or something. “How do they..” he makes a gesture with his hands that Jisung assumes is supposed to be mime-ing putting something into a uterus but kind of just looks like fisting.

“Very carefully I assume.” Jisung can't fight the grin that's made its way onto his face. Minho is just so unfairly cute for a 30 year old man. “I'll be okay hyung.” he giggles again as he remembers Felix's words from earlier, “You can even hold my hand while they put it in if it'll make you feel better.”

That earns him a light kick to his shin with a socked foot and a grumbled ‘brat’ from Minho that has him cackling all over again. Minho does eventually chuckle himself, though his pink ears give away his embarrassment even as he eventually clears his throat to speak again.

“Okay, is there anything else I should know about you or your body that we haven't talked about yet?” He brings the topic back around to what they're meant to be discussing, and Jisung pulls himself together enough to think.

“I've had top surgery, so there's two scars on my chest from that, you can touch them, but I'd rather you not draw attention to them.” He starts, already feeling his face heat up the more he talks, “My nipples have very little feeling to them so touching, pinching, sucking, biting them - all that's gonna do pretty much nothing for me unfortunately.” Not that he particularly liked having them touched before the surgery, but there were definitely some dysphoria related reasons for that even before he'd known he was trans himself.

“Would you want me to not touch your chest at all then?” Minho asks, attentive as always.

“Mmm, no, you can touch them in general, y'know run your hands over my chest or squeeze my pecs, I've worked hard to get these muscles, someone should be appreciating them!” He gives Minho a wink which is quickly returned in the form of, well, a blink. ‘A’ for effort, though, he very obviously tried his best.

“Oh, and I- uh..” Jisung's face is on fire, this time feeling more on the humiliated side than simply embarrassed as he remembers something else important, “Well, I mean you're gay and have been with cis guys, so I imagine you own lube..” he's rambling he knows, but he can't help it, “But I, well, I don't always get very, uh.. wet. Because of the hormones I take. Sometimes it happens, but other times it doesn't and it has nothing to do with how turned on I am or how good I feel. I just don't want you to think you aren't doing a good job or something just because you need to use lube. Which we should use, like, every time, even if I do get wet - trust me it's just easier.”

“You definitely don't need to convince me to use lube, Jisung, but thank you for telling me all of this. I can only imagine how vulnerable of a thing it must be for you to share this with someone you barely know.” Minho soothes, reaching over again to grip Jisung's calf and squeeze it reassuringly.

“I want to get to know you more than just barely, hyung.” He admits without giving himself time to hesitate or second guess. Minho seems surprised for just a moment before he's smiling and squeezing Jisung's leg again.

“I want that too, Jisungie.”

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It's an hour or so later that Jisung finds himself practically sitting sideways in Minho's lap, though everything has been fairly chaste so far as they continue to watch the anime they'd started the other day. If it weren't for the hand resting on his waist under his hoodie and the other one that started on his knee and has been ever so slowly inching its way up his thigh Jisung wouldn't be able to say this isn't something he would do with Felix.

Though, he supposes, he wouldn't be staring at Felix quite this much. His roommate is pretty, beautiful even, but Jisung is still of the belief that Minho is the hottest man alive. The hottest man alive who for some reason wants to fuck him. Should be fucking him right now, honestly. It should be illegal the amount of not fucking Jisung that Minho is doing right now.

“Thinking about something, Jisung?” Minho's grip tightens on his thigh when Jisung startles slightly at being caught staring, the motion making him bite his lip to stop himself from whimpering.

“You should fuck me.” Spills from his mouth before his brain catches up enough to slap a hand over his mouth. He watches with wide mortified eyes as Minho raises a brow at him, very clearly amused.

“What was that baby, I didn't hear you.” He carefully pries Jisung's hand away from his mouth.

“You should fuck me.” Jisung tries to say with conviction, but his trembling voice does him no favors, and he quickly loses his confidence, “I mean, if you want to-”

Minho shushes him with a finger to his lips, “Sungie, I think I would have bent you over that table in the cafe if you asked me to.”

Jisung's face burns, “Ooh my god, you're crazy!” He says, giggling, “I like that cafe, we can't get banned!”

“Well, then I guess I'll just fuck you in my bedroom like a sane and law-abiding citizen.” And with that he lifts Jisung off the couch and into his arms like he weighs nothing. Jisung squeaks, his arms coming up to wrap around Minho's neck instinctively, and he hides his bright red face in the other's neck as he's carried princess-style up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Said bedroom is fairly modest in size with a king size bed against the far wall which is their destination, and Jisung soon finds himself being deposited gently on the soft surface.

“I'd like to kiss you first, if that's alright. I don't tend to rush these things, but I could be persuaded if you're feeling a bit greedy.” Minho leans forward into his space, hands braced on the mattress and feet still on the ground, a teasing smirk on his lips.

“Yes- to the kissing I mean, not to being greedy, I'd really like to kiss you too.. please?” Jisung stops himself and pouts at Minho's grin, realizing that he probably hadn't needed to say please, but that Minho was just enjoying the rambling.

It doesn't matter, though, because before he can even complain, Minho has leaned in further to close the gap between them. His lips are soft and taste faintly of some kind of chapstick, it's sweet whatever it is, maybe bubblegum?

He doesn't have long to think on it before Minho is pushing forward again, licking along the seam of Jisung's mouth as he crawls onto the bed and partially on top of him. Jisung readily parts his lips, groaning softly when Minho's tongue immediately gets to work exploring the inside of his mouth. He throws his arms loosely over the other's shoulders, letting one hand play lazily with Minho's hair. It seems to do something for the other man as he makes a sound Jisung might liken to purring in response.

Of all the first kisses Jisung has had with people, this one is definitely in a league of its own. It probably has something to do with the fact that Minho is almost a decade older than him and that everyone else Jisung has kissed before hasn't had more than a year's age gap between them. The mental reminder of their age situation feels like it ought to be a turn off, and there's a tiny part of Jisung at the very back of his mind that's telling him this isn't right.

The bigger part of his brain is telling him that his dick is fucking throbbing. He needs Minho inside of him like yesterday. He tries to say as much when Minho briefly pulls away to breathe, but all that comes out is a startled moan as he feels the heel of a palm press down on his cock.

“Is that good for you to grind on, or do you want my thigh?” Minho asks between kisses pressed to the side of Jisung's neck. His hips are already making tiny aborted rolling motions up into Minho's hand, but they stutter to a halt at the offer of getting one of Minho's thighs instead.

“Please, fuck, your thighs are so hot-” he pouts again as Minho giggles, though he melts a little when he cups his cheek in one hand and tenderly brushes a thumb over his flushed skin.

“Don’t give me that look, baby, you're just very honest when you're turned on. It's a good thing.. and very cute.” Minho says, and once again cuts off any complaints by putting his tongue back where it belongs: inside Jisung's mouth. This time he moves himself completely on top of Jisung, slotting a thigh between his legs. Immediately Jisung rolls his hips up once, twice, and again until he's set a steady pace for himself.

“That's it, sweetheart, make yourself feel good.” Minho murmurs as he pulls away just enough to kiss along his cheek until he reaches Jisung's ear, grabbing and pulling his dangly earring lightly with his teeth. Jisung is panting and whimpering, so overwhelmed already it would be embarrassing if he wasn't so lost in it. He can't help it, he's never felt like this before. Not with another person at least.

“Can I take this off?” Minho lets go of Jisung's earring to ask, fingers playing with the hem of his hoodie. Jisung is nodding before he even fully processes the question, and by the time he does, Minho has already pulled the article of clothing up and over Jisung's head. Jisung shivers as he feels strong hands exploring his exposed torso.

“Am I distracting you, baby?” Minho chuckles, “I didn't tell you to stop.”

Jisung hadn't even realized that his hips had stopped moving until Minho is gripping his right side and dragging him up into his thigh. A sound escapes from high in his throat, and the sounds don't stop coming as Minho continues to manhandle him into dry humping his leg while he presses kisses to his shoulders and chest.

Jisung can feel the start of an orgasm building in his gut, and embarrassment bubbles up to the surface of his mind at the thought of finishing just from grinding a bit and then having to be done before either of them even have their pants off. Thankfully, Minho seems to sense that he's getting close and slows the insistent rolling of Jisung's hips. He kisses his way back up to Jisung's face, planting a particularly wet and gross one right to his cheek before pulling back to speak.

“How many times can you cum?” he says as if he's asking about the weather. Jisung can feel even more embarrassment rising up in his chest. Of course Minho would expect that he can cum more than once. That's like the whole thing about pussies, right? No refractory period.

“Just one.. at least I've never been able to- it just gets too sensitive, and I can't cum without touching my dick so..” he explains, biting his tongue before he says something like ‘sorry’. Minho nods, obviously not at all disappointed.

“Okay, then do you want me to make you cum like this,” he nudges Jisung's crotch with his thigh for emphasis, drawing a gasp out of him, “Or I can make you cum on my cock.”

Jisung groans as his hips buck forward involuntarily at Minho's words, “That, I want that.”

He's worried for a moment that Minho might make him say exactly what he wants, but thankfully the older man takes some pity on him and moves to hook his fingers in the waistband of Jisung's pants.

“These will have to come off then-”

“Wait-”

Minho stops immediately, blinking down at Jisung with a look that's half worried and half confused.

“I don't want to be the only one undressed is all.” Jisung explains quickly, not wanting Minho to think that he wants to stop what they're doing. Minho looks like he's trying his very best not to laugh, which Jisung appreciates. He appreciates it even more when Minho sits up and pulls his own hoodie off over his head.

Jisung unashamedly lets himself take in the site before him. Minho is built in a way he wasn't expecting, unable to visualize his muscles under the comfy lounge clothes he's been wearing most of the times he's seen him.

“Do you still dance?” He asks, remembering that Minho had said he danced in college, as he lets his own hands explore now, brushing fingertips over Minho's chest and stomach. “Or do you just work out the normal boring way?”

“A bit of both, I have a home gym here, and I volunteer at a studio to teach kids on the weekends.”

“That's so cute, what the fuck?”

“Thanks, can I take your pants off now?”

Jisung bursts into giggles at how horribly off track they've gotten. He nods vigorously, and his heart flutters a bit at the grin that spreads across Minho's face as he once again hooks his fingers into his waistband. This time Jisung lifts his hips to help with sliding both his pants and boxers down and off. Both are then tossed unceremoniously to the side somewhere in the room.

When Jisung had showered earlier in the day, he'd agonized over whether he should shave or not, but ultimately decided on yes. He didn't go completely bald, but he went short enough that pretty much everything would be visible, most importantly his dick. He also left his happy trail and a little neat triangle of trimmed hair. It was only a little lopsided, but he figured that wouldn't be the main focus anyway.

When he'd done it he'd felt sexy, and excited to potentially show himself off to Minho later. Now that he's here, though, completely naked with his legs parted to either side of Minho's beautiful thighs, he feels a bit.. foolish. What if Minho sees all the effort Jisung put into this and thinks it's stupid and overeager? Who is Jisung to assume that Minho will actually want to see those parts of him? And now Minho is openly staring between his legs and Jisung can't read his expression and oh god.

A sudden wave of shame hits him, and Jisung reflexively pulls his knees towards himself and closes his legs. Minho moves instantly, gripping his thighs like a vice and prying them back open. Jisung whimpers at the action and he's pretty sure he can feel a dribble of wetness slip out of him at the same time. As if he isn't humiliated enough.

“I was looking at that.” Minho informs him sternly as he goes back to openly staring at his cunt, this time holding Jisung's legs open himself. Jisung whines, his face on fire as he hides behind his hands.

“I know it's a lot, but I just thought you might want a good look at my dick, and I know it's not anything like a real dick, but-”

“Hey. Look at me.” Minho lets go of Jisung's thighs to instead gently pull his hands away from his face, “If you think that your pretty little cock being hard for me isn’t the hottest thing I've ever seen then you're wrong.” he punctuates his words by reaching down to circle said cock with his thumb and Jisung very nearly combusts on the spot.

“Min- Minhoooh my god, I'm gonna cum if you don't sto-op!” He's trembling as he reaches down desperately to grip Minho’s wrist, halting his movements, “Please, wanna cum with you inside me.”

He gives Minho his very best pout, and it must do something for the other man as he curses under his breath and hurries to lean over to the nightstand to grab lube and a condom. It feels like between one blink and the next from there that Minho has a lube-slicked finger gently circling his entrance. He's looking at him as if he's waiting for instructions, and Jisung bites his lip for a moment to fight off the fond laughter.

“Go ahead, hyung, you won't hurt me unless you start just jabbing around in there super hard.” Jisung assures him, humming low in his throat and letting his head fall back against the pillows as Minho's first finger breaches him. It's been way too long since another human being has put any of their parts inside him, but it feels too good for him to be embarrassed about how overly sensitive he is.

It's even better when Minho sets a slow and steady pace to fuck his finger in and out of him, adding a second after Jisung murmurs for him to. Jisung's eyes flutter closed at some point, and when he blinks them open again it's to the sight of Minho watching his fingers with an intensity that sends a shiver down his spine.

“Like what you see?” Jisung doesn't know where the sudden burst of confidence to say that comes from, but he's not about to take it back. Not when it makes Minho groan and lean in to rest his forehead on one of Jisung's bent knees.

“Yes.” He states simply, voice lower and rougher than Jisung has heard it get before, “God, Jisung, if you feel like this around my fingers..” he doesn't need to finish his thought out loud for Jisung to get the idea. His pussy gets the idea too it seems as he involuntarily clenches down, and Jisung would think that it was Minho's cock inside him with the way the other man moans against his skin.

Minho presses a sweet kiss to his knee before sitting up straight again as he gets back to work, fingering Jisung open. Jisung gasps softly when he feels a third finger nudge up against the other two. He nods to Minho's questioning look and wills himself to relax to accept the intrusion.

The stretch is a lot, but it doesn't burn as much as he'd been expecting. He can't remember the last time he's been this turned on, though, so that tracks honestly.

“S’good, you're doing really good by the way, feels good.” he hums, arching his back a bit and letting his legs fall open completely. “Figured I'd let you know since this is your first time.” He teases, finding it impossible not to be playful when it comes to Minho.

Minho gives him a look so deadpan for a man who is practically three knuckles deep in his cunt that Jisung can't fight down the fit of giggles that overtakes him. He can't remember a time when he laughed and joked so much during sex. He thinks he kind of loves it.

“Mm, okay, okay, I'm locking in, I promise.” Jisung swears, placing a finger to Minho's lips when the other opens his mouth to probably say something about Jisung's use of the term ‘locking in’, “Curl your fingers up a bit for me? Yeah, like that, and kinda feel around.. you'll know when you find it, it feels different, less smooth.”

Pleasure shoots through him as Minho's fingertips brush over the spot, and he definitely figures out what Jisung meant as he instantly moves them back to the right place and presses them in. Jisung starts to say something, to give more direction maybe, but it's all wiped from his mind as those fingers begin to massage that perfect spot. A pathetic sound somewhere in the realm of a moan and a whimper twined together escapes him, back arching and legs trembling.

He may have teased Minho about this being his first time with someone who has a pussy, but Jisung is the one acting like a virgin. Minho doesn't mind, clearly, with how laser focused he is on Jisung's every twitch and gasp.

Jisung very nearly squeals when he feels Minho's thumb nudge just barely at the underside of his cock, as if asking permission to touch properly. Every nerve in Jisung's body feels on edge and ready to snap at any moment, all of them begging for him to nod, to let Minho touch him and send him over the edge.

Instead he untangles his fingers from where they've been gripping the sheets by his head and places a hand over the one Minho still has on his thigh. The touch draws Minho's attention away from what is evidently his new favorite sight between Jisung's legs, and Jisung lets out a breathy chuckle when their eyes meet.

“I'm seriously going to cum if you do that.” He warns, openly glaring up at Minho when his only answer is to smirk and nudge his thumb forward again ever so slightly. It's still enough to have Jisung's hips twitch up, searching for that bit of friction he needs.

“C'mon, that's not fair!” Jisung whines, pouting for real now, “You haven't even taken your pants off yet! Do you want me to beg?” He knows he sounds more desperate than joking at this point, but he is honestly getting pretty desperate. He knows Minho is hard, he can see it clear as day through his sweatpants, and it's driving him crazy.

“I mean it would be nice, for you to beg, I mean. Might convince me to move things along faster.” Minho is still smirking at him, and it's both turning Jisung on more and pissing him off. He throws his head back with a groan of frustration this time.

“Pleeeeaassee? Please take your pants off and fuck me with your huge cock?” He whines dramatically, stretching his arms above his head and arching in his best attempt at a seductive pose. Minho giggles at his antics, and pats his thigh in consolation at Jisung's more genuine whine when he pulls his fingers from his cunt.

“Shh, I'm going to give you what you asked for, just be patient for a minute.” Minho soothes as he pulls away and quickly stands in order to finally drop his own pants and underwear, stepping out of them before returning to his previous spot kneeling between Jisung's legs. Jisung's eyes are glued to the spot between Minho's own thighs, where his cock stands hard and red at the tip just from kissing and touching Jisung. He's also massive.

Okay, maybe a bit of an exaggeration, he's not of inhuman (or inhumane for that matter) length or girth, but he's definitely above average. Definitely bigger than his last boyfriend, and probably bigger than any of his toys back home.

“Fuck, you're huge..” he says for lack of anything else running through his mind right now. He can feel saliva pooling in his mouth at an embarrassing speed. He really needs to pull himself together if he wants to not make a fool of himself, but it's like his brain turned to low power mode or something.

“Like what you see, pretty?” Minho uses Jisung's own words against him, “My eyes are up here.” Jisung feels fingers beneath his chin, applying gentle pressure to tilt his gaze back up to meet Minho's. That predatory glint that he'd gotten glimpses of before is back, and it makes Jisung feel small in a way that he didn't know he could like so much. He is quickly finding that he may like it too much.

“Uh huh..” Jisung nods a bit dumbly, eyes locked on Minho's as if the older man might pounce and devour him if he looks away for even a second. The longer he's pinned under that gaze, though, the less sure he is that he doesn't want exactly that.

Jisung's attention is finally pulled away by the feeling of Minho grabbing his wrist then pressing something into the palm of his hand. He blinks away some of the horny fog from his mind enough to look, finding the condom still in its wrapper.

“You know what to do with that, don't you?” Minho asks, reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind Jisung's hair in a condescending way that makes Jisung want to bite him in indignation.

“I know how a condom works, hyung.” He he rolls his eyes as he sits up and tears open the packaging with his teeth. Now that his brain isn't quite so fuzzy from staring into Minho's sexy eyes or staring at his sexy huge dick he's regained the capacity to be annoyed.

“Good. Show me.” With those three words Minho manages to completely disapate that annoyance, replacing it with Jisung's incessant urge to please. He's also been handed the opportunity to touch the other's cock on a silver platter, so there's not really much to be annoyed about anymore.

He hums, pleased, as he wraps his fingers around Minho's length and finds they can't quite meet around the girth of him. He gives Minho a few slow pumps of his hand from base to tip, just to touch, just to feel the weight of him against his palm. He's getting impatient, though, and Minho's dick clearly is too even if the man himself is good at hiding it.

Thankfully rolling a condom onto a cock is a muscle memory sort of thing, saving Jisung any awkward fumbling or hesitation. As soon as it's on, Jisung yelps as Minho grabs him by the hips and pulls him closer, his upper body falling back down against the pillows as his legs wrap loosely around Minho's waist.

“Good job, baby, are you ready?” He asks, already squirting some lube onto his palm to warm it, then groaning as he strokes himself a few times to spread it over his length. Jisung nods, watching with rapt attention as finally Minho lines himself up and begins to push in.

As soon as the head pops inside, Jisung is throwing his head back with a whine. He can't help it, Minho really is just so big. He already feels full and he knows there's only an inch or two inside him at most right now. His breathing hitches and speeds up as Minho continues to slowly sink into him, obviously barely holding himself back as he changes his own position to be hovering over Jisung instead. He continues at a greuling, but steady pace, leaning down to mouth at the side of Jisung's neck and shoulder.

“Is this the part where I ask you if it's all the way in and you tell me you're only halfway?” He asks breathlessly when he's pretty sure Minho is about half way in, and he can feel the rumble of the other's laugh with how closely pressed together they are now.

“Is that another kink of yours, or do you just read too much fanfiction?” Minho's response shocks a laugh out of Jisung.

“How do you know that's a fanfiction cliche? That's a self report, hyung.” Jisung points out, then gasps as Minho pushes the last inch or so in all at once. Jisung takes a few moments to close his eyes and breathe through the stretch, moaning lowly as the pleasure overcomes any discomfort.

When he opens his eyes, Minho is hovering over him with his own eyes closed in a look of pure concentration. Suddenly it occurs to Jisung that while it's been a long time since he's been with someone himself, this is Minho's first time being inside a pussy ever. Poor guy looks like he's about to bust immediately, and a giddy feeling bubbles up within him.

“Find something funny there, Sung-ah?” Minho asks, scowling down at Jisung's grinning face.

“You look like you're going to cum so fast.” Jisung says, laughter clear in his tone, and his grin only grows wider the deeper Minho's scowl becomes.

Really, though, he should have figured that saying as much and daring to laugh about it would be taken as a challenge by the man above and inside of him. Minho seems to steel himself for half a second then he rolls his hips and Jisung knows he's officially lost whatever standoff they've been perpetuating as foreplay.

“Fuck, you really are huge damn it.” He moans, his legs coming up to wrap around Minho's hips properly, pulling him in even deeper and helping him find just the right angle to-

“There? Is that the spot, baby?” Minho coos at him as Jisung throws his head back with a cry. He can't even answer properly as Minho gets right to work on thrusting directly into his g-spot with fairly slow but hard movements. The only things coming from his mouth are broken whimpers and whines that are steadily rising in pitch as he reaches out for any sort of grounding presence. His fingers dig into Minho's shoulders as he finally finds something to hold onto, and a sob is torn from his throat when the older man quickens his pace by a fraction.

“Oh god, oh my god- fuck- oh my god.” Jisung knows it's a bit sad that he's already babbling after maybe five minutes at most, but he's too far gone now to really care all that much.

“Yeah, does it feel good, sweetheart? Hyung's making you feel good?” Minho asks, brushing a thumb over Jisung's cheek to draw his attention and catch his gaze. Jisung nods to his question, eyes wide and teary, “Tell hyung how good it feels.”

“So good, hyung, feels so good. So big, fills me up so good, feels so full.” Jisung answers immediately, desperate to get Minho's approval, “So full of hyung.”

Minho adjusts to be resting his weight on his elbows instead of his hands as he groans from Jisung's words, murmuring praises to him as he kisses along his jaw up to his ear and speeds up his rhythm yet again.

“God, fuck me, fuck me, oh my god-” Jisung continues to babble, completely unable to hold anything back anymore, surrendering completely to the pleasure radiating from his core.

“I'm flattered, Jisungie,” Minho murmurs directly into his ear, “but just ‘hyung’ is fine.”

If Jisung's mind was even a fraction clearer, he would've teased Minho for such a line, but being completely cockdumb and desperate for an orgasm as he is, Jisung simply moans and moves a hand up into Minho's hair to tangle his fingers in the sweaty locks.

“H-hyung, please-” he whimpers, trying and failing to roll his own hips up in a way to get enough friction on his dick, the tears in his eyes feeling more frustrated than pleasured as he can't quite reach the right spark to build towards his climax.

Thankfully Minho seems to catch onto what he needs, and he shifts just enough to get a hand between them. He briefly reaches down to feel himself sliding in and out of Jisung, enough to gather a bit of wetness there before rubbing circles into his poor neglected dick.

Immediately Jisung gets loud, all but shouting as his hips buck up into the touch, desperately chasing release. He's back to babbling after that, pleading and begging for Minho to keep going, don't stop, just like that. The sort of embarrassing shit a bottom says in a cheesy porno, all spilling out of Jisung's mouth completely organically.

He's close, he's so fucking close, but not quite there yet. He needs something, he's not sure what, but it's killing him, keeping him on such a razor edge he thinks he might die. Then Minho starts talking again, right against his ear.

“That's it, baby, just let go for me, you did so good. You feel so good around me, so tight, so wet- fuck,” Minho moans loudly as Jisung clenches down from his words, “Yeah, baby, keep squeezing me like that, fuck, you're gonna make me cum-”

Jisung's climax hits him like a freight train, every muscle in his body going rigid as he trembles through the waves of intense pleasure. Distantly he's aware of Minho praising him, and then promptly informing him that he's also cumming. He thinks he hears Minho fucking whimper into his neck as he finishes into the condom, and he'll be mad that he wasn't fully coherent enough to properly enjoy that later. For now, he's panting for breath as he goes boneless under Minho, his limbs still twitching as oversensitivity sets in.

“Don't fall asleep just yet, I have to change the sheets.” Minho's request and a hand running through his hair brings Jisung back to himself enough for him to groan in complaint, which turns into a whine as Minho pulls his softening cock from his hole, a small gush of lube and slick sliding out in his wake.

“Gotta pee anyway.” He mumbles sleepily as he sits up. He's not really sure if the whole pussy-having people should pee after sex to avoid UTIs thing is real or not, but it scared him enough back when he first heard about it that he ended up kind of accidentally training his body to have to pee after an orgasm anyway.

“The en suite is that door there.” Minho informs him, pointing to the only other door in the room that isn't the one out to the hallway. He leans over and presses a brief, but tender kiss to Jisung's temple before standing from the bed, “I'll get the sheets changed while you're up. You can borrow some sleep clothes from me if you want, the walk-in closet is in the bathroom.”

Feeling a little overwhelmed with all this information and a little giddy from the casual display of affection, Jisung just nods and pads over to the bathroom to piss and apparently steal some of his sugar daddy’s clothes. The reminder of what Minho actually is to him has Jisung slumping forward on the toilet to bury his face in his hands, a sinking feeling settling in his gut.

When Jisung decided to do this whole sugar baby thing he really only considered that it would be like having a job. An obligation. Something he had to do and then he'd get paid, and maybe spoiled a little bit if he was lucky.

He never expected that he would enjoy spending time with his sugar daddy, let alone share interests with him. He didn't think he'd be taken care of in more ways than simply financial. He didn't think his sugar daddy would call him pretty, sweetheart, baby. He didn't think they would make each other laugh at all, let alone during sex. He didn't think he'd be fucked in a way that felt like making love. He didn't think he'd be kissed sweetly on the head after and told to take whatever clothes he wants from the walk-in closet while his sugar daddy changes the sheets for them both.

Somehow, in all of Jisung's considerations, he hadn't thought catching feelings to be a possibility. Attraction? Certainly. But real, genuine, heartache-y more-than-friends type of feelings? No way.

Maybe it's just the post-sex hormones or whatever. Maybe he's just making some connection that's not there because Minho is nice and this was Jisung's first time having sex with a body that actually feels like his own. Maybe he's just desperate for love after being single for two years.

Or maybe Minho is unfairly handsome, and incredibly kind, and he likes anime, and treats his cats like his babies, and treats Jisung like he's precious, and maybe he's all the things Jisung wants.

With one calming deep breath, Jisung elects to simply not think about it right now, and finishes up on the toilet. After washing his hands he pokes around in the closet for a minute before finding the sleep clothes. The T-shirt he picks out is huge on his frame, and he only hesitates for a moment before he just steals a pair of Minho's boxers to wear to bed.

When he returns to the bedroom, he finds Minho sitting on the bed, wearing just a pair of boxers himself that he must've pulled from the dresser that sits across from the foot of the bed. He glances up from his phone and sets it aside with a soft smile as Jisung steps up to him, flush rising on his cheeks when Minho oh so gently grips his waist and pulls him in closer to openly look him up and down.

“You look so cute in my clothes, Sungie.” He coos, though his expression falls as his gaze lands on Jisung's face, “What's wrong?”

Jisung forces himself to smile, trying his best to not let these confusing feelings ruin their night.

“Nothing, hyung, just tired.” He reassures, which is also true, so he's thankful when Minho simply nods and scoots onto the bed fully. Once they're settled under the covers, Minho turns the lights off from his phone then wastes no time in wrapping an arm around Jisung and pulling him back against his chest.

“Goodnight, Jisung-ah.” Minho murmurs into the top of his head.

“Goodnight, hyung.” Jisung murmurs back, his heart fluttering in his chest as he feels Minho's breathing deepen and even out against his back.

Yeah.. Jisung is fucked.