A feminine touch; Jinwoo/Mino
Title: A feminine touch
Author: transsherlock
Pairing: Jinwoo/Mino
Word Count: 2.6k
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jinwoo had decided to keep the dress and the wig from their Winner TV episode after all.
Author's Notes: This is just two thousand words of pure filth... I'm so sorry, mom. Anyway, here's the reccomended listening. I'm going to hell.
It's 3:00 am, Taehyun and Seungyoon were sleeping while Seunghoon was still in the practice room, preparing a new choreography. He wished that guy didn't overwork himself so much, but after a text says "I'm good!" from his always energetic friend, he shrugged and lifted the toilet lif. Minho groaned, eager to return to his be when he noticed that the light on Jinwoo's room was still turned on. That was strange, Jinwoo was usually the first one to doze off. Minho peeked in he saw a figure, someone with long hair and a dress and tights. Jinwoo had a girl over? That definitely wasn't allowed, imagine the scandal it could cause. Minho ignored the strange feeling that brewed in his chest when he thought about Jinwoo... with a woman.
He heard the woman sing to herself, one of their own songs... Only it wasn't a woman singing. Minho's hand flew to his mouth. It wasn't just any girl, it was Kim Rachel.
Jinwoo had decided to keep the dress and the wig from their Winner TV episode after all.
A normal person would have laughed. A normal friend would've taken a picture and teased him about it, but Minho didn't dare move, he didn't want to miss any part of this. He remembered the first time he saw Jinwoo in his costume. The filming only lasted a few days, but he couldn't ignore the fact that Jinwoo looked even more beautiful (if that was even possible) when he was in his costume. The extensions suited him perfectly and Jinwoo, who already had a naturally soft and feminine face, looked amazing even with just a bit of makeup. Then came their concert, when Jinwoo wore the dress and the wig again and Minho actually had an excuse to hold him and get closer to Jinwoo in tights. He even had to force himself to not pick Jinwoo up and take him backstage to... Minho gulped. No person is supposed to look that good in black tights, but Jinwoo constantly amazed him, and from his view, Jinwoo was only wearing his wig, a t-shirt the the tights. Nothing else, and it was glorious. Minho licked his lips as his eyes moved to focus on Jinwoo's backside, then to his thighs, which were much more defined than most people thought.
He wondered what would his cock look like. Had Jinwoo tucked it between his legs? Had he let it hang in front, leaving the bulge for all to see? Minho bit his lips, stopping himself before he wondered if Jinwoo had bought panties to go along with his feminine clothes. Minho had just noticed that his breathing wasn't steady anymore, but instead it had turned ragged. His hand covered his mouth again, stopping himself before he let out a noise. He needed to get out of here before Jinwoo noticed.
Minho returned to his room, taking off his boxers desperately, imagining that instead of fucking his hand he was fucking Jinwoo's thighs. That he was fucking a breathless, needy, begging Jinwoo that was wearing long hair and pale lipstick, and nothing else.
Minho needed to see him like that again, but this time, he wanted Jinwoo to look at him.
*
The alarm in his phone went off at 2:30 am, as per usual. Its been four days since he discovered Jinwoo's secret hobby. Today would be the day he would catch him. Minho bit his lip as he stuck his phone in his pocket. He wondered if he should take a picture, but that would be far too rude. He'll have to rely on his memory for his late night fantasies then, but he kept it just in case.
Now, Minho never considered himself to be a voyeur, but there is something really exciting about it that he never thought he'd like. Deep down he knew he was being rude, but his lust triumphed over his guilt. He slowly tiptoed towards Jinwoo's room, his heart racing once he realized that the door was slightly open again, with the lights turned on, exactly like the first time. He crouched in front of the door and peeked in, his hand unconsciously placing itself over his boxers as he saw Jinwoo, extensions and all, staring at himself in the mirror.
Jinwoo played with his fake hair for a moment, taking a brush from his nightstand and fixing it until it looked just right. Next, he pulled up his tights a bit more, giving Minho a small glimpse of what he looked like in front. He could see Jinwoo's bulge clearly now. Minho licked his lips. This was every fantasy he'd ever had just an arms length away. If only he could just-
"Minho, do you think I should wear a bra too?" Jinwoo said, trying to sound serious but laughing only a few seconds later.
Shit.
Minho stood up quickly, practically kicking the door open only to kneel by Jinwoo's feet. "Hyung, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't had invaded you privacy like this. I-I won't tell anyone, please-"
"Its ok, I saw you since the first time you did it anyway. " Jinwoo laughed again, covering his mouth a bit. Minho gasped, Jinwoo had painted his nails. That definitely wasn't helping, at least he was kneeling, that way Jinwoo couldn't see his hard-on.
"Shit. I'm really fucking sorry, Jinwoo." Minho said once more, but Jinwoo just shrugged.
"Did you ever think that maybe I wanted you to see me like this?" Jinwoo whispered, sounding a lot more serious now. It all came together now. Jinwoo never leaves his door open. Minho licked his lips and stood up again.
"So... You're not angry?"
Jinwoo shook his head. "No, of course not. When I saw you looking at me through the door... Well, I-I..." He bit his lip. "I really wanted you to step in and touch me."
"Well, you- uh...." Minho cleared his throat. "You're wearing... tights. They look good on you." Minho blushed, even more than Jinwoo. The smaller man stepped closer to Minho's private space, making him take a deep breath.
Jinoo wrapped his arms around Minho's neck, his doe eyes giving him their best innocent look, which was pretty damn good. Jinwoo bit his lips, and Minho started to wonder if Jinwoo did this often because, God, he was good. "I saw how you looked at me when first wore this." He started, pulling himself closer to Minho with every word. "I want to know if you're really a hugeboy."
Minho couldn't take it anymore. He placed his hands on either side of Jinwoo's face and pressed his lips together. His fingers dug into Jinwoo's extensions while his teeth managed to catch Jinwoo's bottom lip, only to find that Jinwoo had pulled away to do the same. Maybe it was because he was the oldest, but damn was Jinwoo a good kisser.
"How long did it take you to come up with that line?" Minho huffed once Jinwoo was leaving kisses along the curve of his neck. Jinwoo only giggled and pressed his erection, carefully covered by his tights, against Minho's thigh.
"Oh god, Minho." Jinwoo moaned breathlessly and took off his shirt.
There was something beautiful in the contrast between Jinwoo's face, covered with carefully executed natural makeup, and the rest of Jinwoo's body, entirely masculine and built. Then again, Minho had always had a preference between between the sharp edges of a man's body and the softer curve of a woman's. Minho pressed a kiss against Jinwoo's shoulder, thanking any god he could think of that Jinwoo was just the perfect balance between the two.
"Minho," Jinwoo whined, bucking his hips against Minho's thigh for a moment. "Please. Hyung."
Minho didn't need to be told twice. He pressed a hand against Jinwoo's chest and gently pushed him, his back against the mattress. Jinwoo spread his legs instantly, giving Minho a perfect view of Jinwoo's half hard cock through his tights. Minho straddled Jinwoo's waist as he kissed Jinwoo one more time. His fingers hooked on to the tights and he pulled down slowly. As much as he loved them, he needed to see everything the other man had to offer.
Minho pulled away from Jinwoo's lips, now plump and red, and looked down only to find out that Jinwoo was wearing something underneath his tights, something made out of cotton, with pink polka dots and a small bow in the top center. Jinwoo had really gone all out.
"Holy fuck," He whispered, dragging a finger over Jinwoo's length, smiling at the head that was peeking out. Jinwoo's eyes fluttered shut. Minho bent down and licked the length of him through the fabric, feeling the heat of Jinwoo’s cock before kissing the head for a moment. Jinwoo's got up on his elbows and looked down to watch Minho tease him.
He whined. "Take them off..." But Minho only ignored him and took his time to mouth Jinwoo's cock, now entirely hard and desperate, through the fabric, careful not to lick the head that had been already peeking out. He noticed that Jinwoo isn't entirely too accustomed to wearing panties. Both his member and his testicles peek out no matter how much he squirmed, but if everything went right, Minho thought they'll have a lot of other times to practice.
This entire time, Jinwoo had been trying his best to stay quiet. Its not that the walls are thin, he knows Taehyun and Seungyoon aren't exactly quiet doing these sort of thing either but the sound barely bothered him, but was embarrassed at his voice and the fact that Minho could make him feel like this so quickly. "Minho, please."
Minho decided Jinwoo had enough. Giving one last kiss at the small silk bow, the feminine touch, and yanked them down in one pull, Jinwoo's cock finally, perfectly in view. It wasn't too big nor too small, and its pink color made it even more adorable. Jinwoo looked up at Minho with half-lidded eyes, stretching his hands to pull on Minho's boxers. "I want to see you too, Minho." He whispered, and with a voice like that it would be impossible to say no.
It was his turn this time to suck Minho, only Jinwoo wasn't the kind to tease. He took his time to give Minho a long lick from the base to the tip until practically swallowing Minho entirely. Well, he managed to get a little past the middle, but Jinwoo wasn't going to give up. He wasn't going to admit it to anyone else, at least not now, but Jinwoo loved sucking cock. He loved the way the other person was completely in control of him mouth, but he was in control of the other person's pleasure. Jinwoo swiped his tongue around the head and moaned, opening his eyes to look up at Minho, who had his head thrown back. He felt Minho's fingers dig into his extensions and pull, just enough to hurt. Jinwoo let Minho out of his mouth with a soft pop. Jinwoo looked up again, giving Minho his best doe eyes. "Jinwoo," Minho groaned. "Can I fuck you?"
Jinwoo grinned. "Yes! Wait-" he said, positioning himself on the bed, presenting himself for Minho. The taller man gulped, running a hand over the curve of Jinwoo's pale backside. He still couldn't believe that his hyung, his fellow band member, was on his knees in makeup and extensions, begging him for a fuck. Of all people, he didn't expect Jinwoo to be like this, then again, he was the oldest. He heard Jinwoo giggle beneath him. "You hands are cold, Minho." And it instantly softened the mood. Minho pressed a chaste kiss to the back of his neck and looked for a condom on the Jinwoo's bedside table.
"Do you have any lube?" He asks, looking around.
Jinwoo looked over his shoulder and laughed. "You don't need any, I got it covered."
Minho raised an eyebrow, only to notice that Jinwoo had already prepared himself. "You're really desperate aren't you." He said, stroking himself behind Jinwoo.
"You have no idea." Jinwoo sat up to kiss Minho one more time. “Have you done this before?”
Jinwoo give him a sly grin, but didn’t respond, meaning that Jinwoo may just be the biggest slut in all of YG. Minho moved his hips against Jinwoo’s hips, running his fingers through the other man’s hair and extensions. “Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready for the past twenty minutes.” Jinwoo whined. He was gasping beneath Minho, who raised his hips slightly as he attempted to press in.
Minho felt Jinwoo relax around him. He was incredibly hot and slick, it was then that Minho realized how long its been since he’d done this. He felt as if he was going mad. Unable to wait any more, Minho began to move his hips, slow and deep, burying his length inside Jinwoo until he could feel his hips press against the other's backside. Jinwoo let out a high pitched moan, moving back for Minho to get deeper, until Minho grabbed his hips to keep him steady, almost positive that he would leave a mark. Jinwoo didn't seem to mind, he already had hickies all around his thighs and his collarbones. He leant over to touch Jinwoo’s neck, sucking and kissing every expanse of pale skin he could reach. He felt his cock press against a deep place that had Jinwoo shaking beneath him. Minho held Jinwoo closer to him, feeling the man gasp against him. He could feel the heat and slick sweat of him radiating off Jinwoo’s body. Jinwoo whimpered a broken faster and a please, until Minho was practically mounting him, fucking him with all of his strength.
Jinwoo pressed his face into the mattress, letting out muffled, high pitched whimpers that got louder every time Minho fucked him. Minho pulled on Jinwoo's extensions lightly until he turned his head to look back at him.
"I want to hear you, baby. I want to know how you sound when you cum." Minho whispered, leaving Jinwoo into a breathless, shaking mess. The word baby got him every time. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand instead. Minho moved in long, slow strokes, three more time and finally he was undone, Minho still moving inside him. It didn't take long for Minho to finish either, Jinwoo made the most amazing sounds when he fucked him like this. It only took another glance from him for him to finish on Jinwoo's back.
The two collapsed into the stained mattress next to each other, both panting madly. Jinwoo draped a hand over Minho's chest and laughed.
"That was... Wow." He said, breathlessly.
Minho cleared his throat. "So, um... What are we now?" He asked, and Jinwoo only shushed him.
"Well, we definitely aren't just friends... But we can talk about that tomorrow."
Minho curled up against him, wrapping his legs around Jinwoo's. "Next time, I want to fuck you, not Kim Rachel."
Jinwoo hummed in response, thinking about all the things they could do now that he discovered that Minho is one kinky mother fucker.
"As nice as cuddling sounds, can we take a shower? I don't want to smell like dried cum for tomorrow's practice." Minho whined, and Jinwoo had to kiss him one last time, before holding his hand and leaving the room with hushed giggles behind him.
Later he would discover that every other member had texted them to shut up. Tomorrow was going to be an awkward morning.
Author: transsherlock
Pairing: Jinwoo/Mino
Word Count: 2.6k
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jinwoo had decided to keep the dress and the wig from their Winner TV episode after all.
Author's Notes: This is just two thousand words of pure filth... I'm so sorry, mom. Anyway, here's the reccomended listening. I'm going to hell.
It's 3:00 am, Taehyun and Seungyoon were sleeping while Seunghoon was still in the practice room, preparing a new choreography. He wished that guy didn't overwork himself so much, but after a text says "I'm good!" from his always energetic friend, he shrugged and lifted the toilet lif. Minho groaned, eager to return to his be when he noticed that the light on Jinwoo's room was still turned on. That was strange, Jinwoo was usually the first one to doze off. Minho peeked in he saw a figure, someone with long hair and a dress and tights. Jinwoo had a girl over? That definitely wasn't allowed, imagine the scandal it could cause. Minho ignored the strange feeling that brewed in his chest when he thought about Jinwoo... with a woman.
He heard the woman sing to herself, one of their own songs... Only it wasn't a woman singing. Minho's hand flew to his mouth. It wasn't just any girl, it was Kim Rachel.
Jinwoo had decided to keep the dress and the wig from their Winner TV episode after all.
A normal person would have laughed. A normal friend would've taken a picture and teased him about it, but Minho didn't dare move, he didn't want to miss any part of this. He remembered the first time he saw Jinwoo in his costume. The filming only lasted a few days, but he couldn't ignore the fact that Jinwoo looked even more beautiful (if that was even possible) when he was in his costume. The extensions suited him perfectly and Jinwoo, who already had a naturally soft and feminine face, looked amazing even with just a bit of makeup. Then came their concert, when Jinwoo wore the dress and the wig again and Minho actually had an excuse to hold him and get closer to Jinwoo in tights. He even had to force himself to not pick Jinwoo up and take him backstage to... Minho gulped. No person is supposed to look that good in black tights, but Jinwoo constantly amazed him, and from his view, Jinwoo was only wearing his wig, a t-shirt the the tights. Nothing else, and it was glorious. Minho licked his lips as his eyes moved to focus on Jinwoo's backside, then to his thighs, which were much more defined than most people thought.
He wondered what would his cock look like. Had Jinwoo tucked it between his legs? Had he let it hang in front, leaving the bulge for all to see? Minho bit his lips, stopping himself before he wondered if Jinwoo had bought panties to go along with his feminine clothes. Minho had just noticed that his breathing wasn't steady anymore, but instead it had turned ragged. His hand covered his mouth again, stopping himself before he let out a noise. He needed to get out of here before Jinwoo noticed.
Minho returned to his room, taking off his boxers desperately, imagining that instead of fucking his hand he was fucking Jinwoo's thighs. That he was fucking a breathless, needy, begging Jinwoo that was wearing long hair and pale lipstick, and nothing else.
Minho needed to see him like that again, but this time, he wanted Jinwoo to look at him.
*
The alarm in his phone went off at 2:30 am, as per usual. Its been four days since he discovered Jinwoo's secret hobby. Today would be the day he would catch him. Minho bit his lip as he stuck his phone in his pocket. He wondered if he should take a picture, but that would be far too rude. He'll have to rely on his memory for his late night fantasies then, but he kept it just in case.
Now, Minho never considered himself to be a voyeur, but there is something really exciting about it that he never thought he'd like. Deep down he knew he was being rude, but his lust triumphed over his guilt. He slowly tiptoed towards Jinwoo's room, his heart racing once he realized that the door was slightly open again, with the lights turned on, exactly like the first time. He crouched in front of the door and peeked in, his hand unconsciously placing itself over his boxers as he saw Jinwoo, extensions and all, staring at himself in the mirror.
Jinwoo played with his fake hair for a moment, taking a brush from his nightstand and fixing it until it looked just right. Next, he pulled up his tights a bit more, giving Minho a small glimpse of what he looked like in front. He could see Jinwoo's bulge clearly now. Minho licked his lips. This was every fantasy he'd ever had just an arms length away. If only he could just-
"Minho, do you think I should wear a bra too?" Jinwoo said, trying to sound serious but laughing only a few seconds later.
Shit.
Minho stood up quickly, practically kicking the door open only to kneel by Jinwoo's feet. "Hyung, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't had invaded you privacy like this. I-I won't tell anyone, please-"
"Its ok, I saw you since the first time you did it anyway. " Jinwoo laughed again, covering his mouth a bit. Minho gasped, Jinwoo had painted his nails. That definitely wasn't helping, at least he was kneeling, that way Jinwoo couldn't see his hard-on.
"Shit. I'm really fucking sorry, Jinwoo." Minho said once more, but Jinwoo just shrugged.
"Did you ever think that maybe I wanted you to see me like this?" Jinwoo whispered, sounding a lot more serious now. It all came together now. Jinwoo never leaves his door open. Minho licked his lips and stood up again.
"So... You're not angry?"
Jinwoo shook his head. "No, of course not. When I saw you looking at me through the door... Well, I-I..." He bit his lip. "I really wanted you to step in and touch me."
"Well, you- uh...." Minho cleared his throat. "You're wearing... tights. They look good on you." Minho blushed, even more than Jinwoo. The smaller man stepped closer to Minho's private space, making him take a deep breath.
Jinoo wrapped his arms around Minho's neck, his doe eyes giving him their best innocent look, which was pretty damn good. Jinwoo bit his lips, and Minho started to wonder if Jinwoo did this often because, God, he was good. "I saw how you looked at me when first wore this." He started, pulling himself closer to Minho with every word. "I want to know if you're really a hugeboy."
Minho couldn't take it anymore. He placed his hands on either side of Jinwoo's face and pressed his lips together. His fingers dug into Jinwoo's extensions while his teeth managed to catch Jinwoo's bottom lip, only to find that Jinwoo had pulled away to do the same. Maybe it was because he was the oldest, but damn was Jinwoo a good kisser.
"How long did it take you to come up with that line?" Minho huffed once Jinwoo was leaving kisses along the curve of his neck. Jinwoo only giggled and pressed his erection, carefully covered by his tights, against Minho's thigh.
"Oh god, Minho." Jinwoo moaned breathlessly and took off his shirt.
There was something beautiful in the contrast between Jinwoo's face, covered with carefully executed natural makeup, and the rest of Jinwoo's body, entirely masculine and built. Then again, Minho had always had a preference between between the sharp edges of a man's body and the softer curve of a woman's. Minho pressed a kiss against Jinwoo's shoulder, thanking any god he could think of that Jinwoo was just the perfect balance between the two.
"Minho," Jinwoo whined, bucking his hips against Minho's thigh for a moment. "Please. Hyung."
Minho didn't need to be told twice. He pressed a hand against Jinwoo's chest and gently pushed him, his back against the mattress. Jinwoo spread his legs instantly, giving Minho a perfect view of Jinwoo's half hard cock through his tights. Minho straddled Jinwoo's waist as he kissed Jinwoo one more time. His fingers hooked on to the tights and he pulled down slowly. As much as he loved them, he needed to see everything the other man had to offer.
Minho pulled away from Jinwoo's lips, now plump and red, and looked down only to find out that Jinwoo was wearing something underneath his tights, something made out of cotton, with pink polka dots and a small bow in the top center. Jinwoo had really gone all out.
"Holy fuck," He whispered, dragging a finger over Jinwoo's length, smiling at the head that was peeking out. Jinwoo's eyes fluttered shut. Minho bent down and licked the length of him through the fabric, feeling the heat of Jinwoo’s cock before kissing the head for a moment. Jinwoo's got up on his elbows and looked down to watch Minho tease him.
He whined. "Take them off..." But Minho only ignored him and took his time to mouth Jinwoo's cock, now entirely hard and desperate, through the fabric, careful not to lick the head that had been already peeking out. He noticed that Jinwoo isn't entirely too accustomed to wearing panties. Both his member and his testicles peek out no matter how much he squirmed, but if everything went right, Minho thought they'll have a lot of other times to practice.
This entire time, Jinwoo had been trying his best to stay quiet. Its not that the walls are thin, he knows Taehyun and Seungyoon aren't exactly quiet doing these sort of thing either but the sound barely bothered him, but was embarrassed at his voice and the fact that Minho could make him feel like this so quickly. "Minho, please."
Minho decided Jinwoo had enough. Giving one last kiss at the small silk bow, the feminine touch, and yanked them down in one pull, Jinwoo's cock finally, perfectly in view. It wasn't too big nor too small, and its pink color made it even more adorable. Jinwoo looked up at Minho with half-lidded eyes, stretching his hands to pull on Minho's boxers. "I want to see you too, Minho." He whispered, and with a voice like that it would be impossible to say no.
It was his turn this time to suck Minho, only Jinwoo wasn't the kind to tease. He took his time to give Minho a long lick from the base to the tip until practically swallowing Minho entirely. Well, he managed to get a little past the middle, but Jinwoo wasn't going to give up. He wasn't going to admit it to anyone else, at least not now, but Jinwoo loved sucking cock. He loved the way the other person was completely in control of him mouth, but he was in control of the other person's pleasure. Jinwoo swiped his tongue around the head and moaned, opening his eyes to look up at Minho, who had his head thrown back. He felt Minho's fingers dig into his extensions and pull, just enough to hurt. Jinwoo let Minho out of his mouth with a soft pop. Jinwoo looked up again, giving Minho his best doe eyes. "Jinwoo," Minho groaned. "Can I fuck you?"
Jinwoo grinned. "Yes! Wait-" he said, positioning himself on the bed, presenting himself for Minho. The taller man gulped, running a hand over the curve of Jinwoo's pale backside. He still couldn't believe that his hyung, his fellow band member, was on his knees in makeup and extensions, begging him for a fuck. Of all people, he didn't expect Jinwoo to be like this, then again, he was the oldest. He heard Jinwoo giggle beneath him. "You hands are cold, Minho." And it instantly softened the mood. Minho pressed a chaste kiss to the back of his neck and looked for a condom on the Jinwoo's bedside table.
"Do you have any lube?" He asks, looking around.
Jinwoo looked over his shoulder and laughed. "You don't need any, I got it covered."
Minho raised an eyebrow, only to notice that Jinwoo had already prepared himself. "You're really desperate aren't you." He said, stroking himself behind Jinwoo.
"You have no idea." Jinwoo sat up to kiss Minho one more time. “Have you done this before?”
Jinwoo give him a sly grin, but didn’t respond, meaning that Jinwoo may just be the biggest slut in all of YG. Minho moved his hips against Jinwoo’s hips, running his fingers through the other man’s hair and extensions. “Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready for the past twenty minutes.” Jinwoo whined. He was gasping beneath Minho, who raised his hips slightly as he attempted to press in.
Minho felt Jinwoo relax around him. He was incredibly hot and slick, it was then that Minho realized how long its been since he’d done this. He felt as if he was going mad. Unable to wait any more, Minho began to move his hips, slow and deep, burying his length inside Jinwoo until he could feel his hips press against the other's backside. Jinwoo let out a high pitched moan, moving back for Minho to get deeper, until Minho grabbed his hips to keep him steady, almost positive that he would leave a mark. Jinwoo didn't seem to mind, he already had hickies all around his thighs and his collarbones. He leant over to touch Jinwoo’s neck, sucking and kissing every expanse of pale skin he could reach. He felt his cock press against a deep place that had Jinwoo shaking beneath him. Minho held Jinwoo closer to him, feeling the man gasp against him. He could feel the heat and slick sweat of him radiating off Jinwoo’s body. Jinwoo whimpered a broken faster and a please, until Minho was practically mounting him, fucking him with all of his strength.
Jinwoo pressed his face into the mattress, letting out muffled, high pitched whimpers that got louder every time Minho fucked him. Minho pulled on Jinwoo's extensions lightly until he turned his head to look back at him.
"I want to hear you, baby. I want to know how you sound when you cum." Minho whispered, leaving Jinwoo into a breathless, shaking mess. The word baby got him every time. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand instead. Minho moved in long, slow strokes, three more time and finally he was undone, Minho still moving inside him. It didn't take long for Minho to finish either, Jinwoo made the most amazing sounds when he fucked him like this. It only took another glance from him for him to finish on Jinwoo's back.
The two collapsed into the stained mattress next to each other, both panting madly. Jinwoo draped a hand over Minho's chest and laughed.
"That was... Wow." He said, breathlessly.
Minho cleared his throat. "So, um... What are we now?" He asked, and Jinwoo only shushed him.
"Well, we definitely aren't just friends... But we can talk about that tomorrow."
Minho curled up against him, wrapping his legs around Jinwoo's. "Next time, I want to fuck you, not Kim Rachel."
Jinwoo hummed in response, thinking about all the things they could do now that he discovered that Minho is one kinky mother fucker.
"As nice as cuddling sounds, can we take a shower? I don't want to smell like dried cum for tomorrow's practice." Minho whined, and Jinwoo had to kiss him one last time, before holding his hand and leaving the room with hushed giggles behind him.
Later he would discover that every other member had texted them to shut up. Tomorrow was going to be an awkward morning.