| 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 , ,

In the very instant that Minho looked at Jisung with that lustful gaze, he knew where they would end up. They were on the set recording the MV for Taste, because finally all of Stray Kids had deigned to do it. Although Jisung wasn't participating, he had insisted on going to see his boyfriend do what he loved most: dance. And it seemed on purpose. Minho exaggerated every movement, creating a heavy and tense atmosphere on the set. He exaggerated in a way that, for example, his pelvic movements became more fluid, more provocative.

Violet lights were scattered throughout the place, poorly illuminating the recording room. It created an erotic, sexual atmosphere in Jisung's eyes.

At one point, Minho excused himself from his companions and headed towards the bathroom. Jisung was quick to follow him. He rushed into the bathroom alongside Minho, locking the door behind him. Without losing a single second, he pounced on his boyfriend. Minho, expecting this eager welcome, returned the assault.

Their lips met roughly in a fiery and needy kiss, teeth clashing and tongues dancing against each other.

Jisung's back hit the wall behind him, his hands traveled to Minho's nape and tangled his fingers in the short hairs of that area. In response, the other tilted Jisung's head with his hand to deepen the kiss. Chest to chest, erection against erection. Pressed against each other as if what they needed most was to merge. To become one being. It was a primitive, savage, human need.

They couldn't deny it anymore. They needed each other and being apart, even if it was for simple and mere work, was a worthy and cruel torture.

Jisung moaned against his partner's lips, his hand on the nape of his neck pulling him closer. He needed more. He needed to feel every inch of skin and being of Minho.

Minho was the first to pull away, stopping the wet, splashing sound generated by moving his lips against the other's. A string of saliva was now the only thing connecting them. An exciting reminder of what they used to do. Of how much they needed each other.

In a fluid motion and without wasting any more time - as he was already eager to feel Jisung's warmth around his cock - he lowered his pants. Then he lowered his own zipper and patted his large erection through the fabric of his boxers. The confines of his clothing hurt, so when he finally lowered his underwear, he let out a sigh of relief.

In the blink of an eye, he grabbed Jisung by the waist and turned him around. Now Jisung's chest, still clothed, was against the cold wall. Minho didn't waste much time and slid between Jisung's buttocks, without inserting his penis yet. Just rubbing against the other.

He wasn't really one to make noises during sex. Therefore, every little sigh or gasp that escaped his lips made Jisung's cock twist in need. And he loved having such power over his beautiful and submissive boyfriend.

So, he didn't wait any longer. He pulled his cock out from between Jisung's buttocks and spat on it. And with a painful thrust, he entered Jisung. The last mentioned choked back a moan with the palm of his hand against his mouth. He bit his lower lip as Minho began to penetrate him slowly but exaggeratedly deep. Because yes, Minho was big.

Jisung moaned at the intrusion. He could feel Minho's cock throbbing inside him, filling him completely to an almost unreal point. But it felt so good, that he couldn't refuse to be used like that. He loved it, especially when Minho pursued pleasure for both of them. But when his boyfriend became blinded in the ecstasy of being deep inside him, Jisung lost his mind. I couldn't handle the exciting image of Minho, at times selfish, seeking nothing more than his own release.

From the moment Minho entered him, the wet sound of his penis going in and out of his hole over and over filled the bathroom. Minho groaned against his boyfriend's ear, occasionally increasing the speed of his thrusts just to wrench more of those pretty moans from Jisung's throat.

Jisung's hands dug into the wall, searching for some anchor to keep him fixed in reality and prevent him from falling to Minho's rough thrusts.

At one point, Jisung realized how loud he was being. So, against his desire to moan prettily for his partner, he decided to cover his mouth so that no one outside would hear. And he least of all wanted them to know what they were doing in that bathroom.

"That's right, darlin'. Don't let anyone but me hear you. Because you're mine, understand?" Minho said between growls and hard thrusts, aimed directly at Jisung's prostate, making him see stars.

Minho himself let his own hand travel over Jisung's body, sneaking under his shirt. He found Jisung's erect nipple and twisted it between his calloused fingers. Jisung's skin prickled at the sensation. And meanwhile, Minho's other free hand went directly towards his boyfriend's cock. He wrapped it in his hand and began to pump it and masturbate her to the rhythm of his thrusts.

It was too much.

When Minho's thumb brushed against the sensitive tip of Jisung's penis, the latter stifled a sharp, needy moan against his hand. Minho smiled hotly, proud to elicit such a reaction with simple caresses. His thumb spread all the pre-seminal fluid in circles around the tip of the other's cock. He bit his own lower lip and closed his eyes. He threw his head back, the rhythm of his thrusts now more erratic and unsteady. But just as deep as at the beginning.

Jisung was being stimulated from all sides. His prostate, his nipple, his throbbing cock. I couldn't take it anymore. It was too much to handle.

In long streaks of semen, his seed burst directly against the bathroom wall tiles in front of him. Minho felt it. The internal walls of Jisung's anus contracted and squeezed him deliciously.

With a couple of final thrusts, he came inside Jisung. He abandoned Jisung's nipple and began to masturbate over Jisung's ass, feeling so close. But he missed the warmth of Jisung's butt.

The wet, squelching sound of Minho's hand moving up and down his own cock dominated the large bathroom. Minho bit his lower lip again, and finally, he succeeded. His seed spread across Jisung's buttocks, the same who was slumped against the wall and raising his ass towards his boyfriend.

Minho groaned hoarsely at the release finally achieved. He slumped against his boyfriend's back, his hand leaving his cock to rest on his chest. He took Jisung's face - with his hand still sticky - and turned it so he could kiss him. A slow, gentle, and exhausting kiss. Their ragged breaths became one, and their saliva mingled.

A kiss where they not only exchanged fluids, but all the love, desire, and longing they felt for each other.