The air in Seo-Jun's room thickened, not with anticipation, but with the cloying scent of stale alcohol. Minho shrugged off his jacket, the action a careless unveiling of the night's indulgences. Seo-Jun, however, recoiled, his face a mask of barely suppressed disgust. "Disgusting." he thought, the word a silent judgment as he turned away.
Minho, catching the flicker of revulsion, frowned. "What's wrong?" he asked, the question laced with a hint of confusion.
Seo-Jun, his gaze unwavering, met Minho's. "The smell." he said, his voice clipped, "it's repulsive. Throw your clothes in the laundry and shower." With that, he turned and exited the room, the door closing with a decisive click, a clear indication of his disdain.
Left alone, Minho's annoyance surfaced, a low growl escaping his lips. "Pathetic jerk." he muttered, before heading toward the sanctuary of Seo-Jun's bathroom. He shed his clothes and stepped into the warmth of the shower. Closing his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally... a moment of peace..." The water cascaded over him as he soaped his body, the simple act a cleansing ritual, washing away the night's residue.
The humid air of the bathroom hung heavy with the scent of soap and steam, a stark contrast to the sudden chill that snaked down Minho's spine. The shower's spray, a comforting rhythm against the tiled walls, abruptly ceased. He stood frozen, the water beading on his skin, as a shadow fell across the frosted glass door.
A quiet click, almost swallowed by the lingering hiss of the water, signalled the intrusion. Seo-Jun. Minho knew, even before he turned, that someone was there. He could feel it in the way the air thickened, in the sudden tightening of his chest.
"That's more like it." Seo-Jun's voice, a low drawl, sliced through the silence. The words were a challenge, a taunt, and Minho flinched, the water now cold against his skin. He spun around, a shout already forming on his lips.
"SEO-JUN! WHAT ARE YOU-"
But the words died in his throat. Seo-Jun moved with a predatory grace, his hand shooting out to grip Minho's, pulling him forward. The space between them vanished. "Calling out my name like that… you want me to fuck you this badly?" Seo-Jun murmured, his eyes alight with a dangerous amusement.
Minho's cheeks flushed, a betraying heat that spread from his neck to his ears. Confusion warred with a prickle of something else, something he couldn't name, and he could only stammer, "WHAT?!"
Seo-Jun's smile widened, a flash of teeth that didn't quite reach his eyes. He released Minho, the contact severed, and a wave of both relief and disappointment washed over him. "The smell is gone, good job." Seo-Jun said.
The implication slammed into Minho. He sputtered, "I was just about to come out! Why did you walk in?!"
Seo-Jun leaned closer, invading Minho's personal space. The air crackled with unspoken tension. "Can't I do that? I have already seen every part of your body. There is nothing to be shy about." The smirk was back, a cruel curve of his lips that sent a shiver down Minho's spine.
Minho, flustered and off-balance, felt his blush deepen. "Still! Haven't you heard anything about privacy?!"
The shift was immediate. Seo-Jun's expression hardened, the amusement replaced by a cold, controlled fury. He moved with lightning speed, his hand closing around the back of Minho's head, pushing him against the cold, unforgiving tile of the shower wall.
"You have been running your mouth a lot again.." Seo-Jun growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.
Minho's eyes widened, a flicker of realisation spreading in his mind. "Shit! I forgot about that!" he thought.
Seo-Jun studied his face, Minho's eyes dark and unreadable. The smirk returned, but this time, it was laced with something else - a predatory satisfaction. "It's probably because of your mood. I can help with that."
And then, with a single, decisive movement, he lifted Minho from his feet. He carried him with a surprising ease, his grip firm yet gentle as he manoeuvred him to the sink. Minho's mind raced, confusion swirling like a storm. "What is he doing?!" he thought, eyes wide as he settled on the cool surface. Seo-Jun's smirk was playful, almost mischievous, as he leaned closer, his voice teasingly low. "Let's see if you are going to enjoy this."
As Seo-Jun knelt before him, Minho felt a flutter of anticipation mixed with uncertainty. The first touches were soft, almost featherlight, as Seo-Jun's fingers glided over Minho's dick. But soon he grabbed it and shove it in his mouth, starting to lick it and move his head slowly. The pressure increased, and Minho found himself biting his hand to stifle moans, the pleasurable sensation overwhelming. "Sir... please … stop this!" he murmured, breath hitching as he struggled to contain his reaction. Seo-Jun paused, pulling back just enough to meet Minho's gaze, his expression a mix of amusement and reassurance. "Why? Your face looks so funny when you are trying to hold your moans." he said, before returning his focus to Minho's dick.
With renewed intensity, Seo-Jun's mouth worked its magic, kneading away tension and coaxing out soft moans of pleasure from Minho. The warmth spread through Minho, igniting a blush that crept up his neck and painted his cheeks a deep shade of crimson. "OH MY GOD! If he does not stop doing this, I am not sure how long I can hold it!" he thought, surrendering to the sensation as Seo-Jun's tongue expertly surrounded Minho's dick. Each move was deliberate, drawing Minho further into a haze of pure pleasure.
Seo-Jun, noticing the shift in Minho's demeanour, smirked knowingly and leaned back slightly, locking eyes with him. "Oh, you are going to cum from this long. How adorable. But don't worry, if you cum that means you like it and you want more." he instructed, his tone both commanding and soothing. Minho's heart raced, and despite the embarrassment, he couldn't help but steal a glance at Seo-Jun's face, focused and intent on his task. The sight sent his cheeks burning even hotter, and he thought with a mix of annoyance and admiration, "NO, NO, NO! DON'T LOOK AT HIM!"
The cool tiles of the bathroom floor offered a stark contrast to the heat that bloomed in Minho's veins. The kneading had started innocently enough, a mere attempt to soothe, but now it was a wildfire, consuming him from the inside out. Every touch of Seo-Jun's tongue was a spark, igniting a symphony of sensations that Minho desperately tried to contain. His body, however, had other plans. Despite his iron will, a tremor ran through him, a traitorous ripple of pleasure that betrayed his efforts.
Seo-Jun saw through the facade. A knowing glint flashed in his eyes as he looked up, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the small space. "Oh come on, stop enduring it. Let it out, you will feel better." The words were a challenge, a dare that pushed Minho to the edge. Shame warred with the overwhelming pleasure, a battle fought on the battlefield of his own body.
In a desperate act of defiance, Minho clenched his jaw, his teeth biting down so hard he tasted blood. He squeezed his eyes shut, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Then, as if unable to resist the magnetic pull, he reached out, his fingers finding purchase in Seo-Jun's dark blond hair. He tugged, a silent plea for control, a desperate attempt to ground himself in the present moment, but in vain. "Continue… doing this…" he managed to rasp.
Seo-Jun looked up again, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. "Ha, this is the right response." And with that, he intensified his movements, the pressure increasing, the rhythm becoming more insistent. The world narrowed to the space between them, to the feel of Minho's dick in Seo-Jun's mouth. The struggle was over. Minho surrendered. The dam broke.
Moans, soft at first, then blossoming into unrestrained heavy breathing, escaped his lips. He let his hand fall back, the sound echoing in the sterile space, a testament to his surrender. The tension, the shame, the struggle—all dissolved, replaced by the pure, unadulterated pleasure of the moment.
The world had narrowed to the feel of Seo-Jun's tongue, a relentless rhythm of pressure and release that had stolen Minho's every thought. He was lost in the moment, adrift in a sea of sensation, the world outside the bathroom door fading into a distant echo. "Fuck! This feels amazing!" The thought, raw and unbidden, echoed in his mind, a testament to the pure, unadulterated pleasure coursing through him. He tightened his grip on Seo-Jun's hair, his head tilting back, seeking to deepen the experience.
Then, a discordant note, a subtle shift in the symphony. A flicker of unease, a sense of something missing, a puzzle piece that refused to fit. "But... something is missing..." The thought, unwelcome, threatened to shatter the fragile perfection of the moment. He pushed it aside, determined to reclaim the blissful oblivion. After a few good minutes, Minho had cum in Seo-jun's mouth more than one time.
Seo-Jun straightened, the intensity of the massage momentarily suspended. He leaned in, the air thick with unspoken words, and wiped the cum from the corner of his mouth with a slow, deliberate motion. A smirk played on his lips as he met Minho's gaze. "Ha, looks like you enjoy this more than having sex with me. Did I at least lift up your mood?"
Shame, a familiar and unwelcome guest, flushed Minho's cheeks. He averted his eyes, a single nod his only answer. He thought, "It was so good, but... it felt different from what we have done before..." The words, unspoken, hung in the air, a silent acknowledgement of a boundary crossed, a new landscape explored.
Seo-Jun saw the turmoil in Minho's averted gaze. He sighed, the smirk returning, a knowing glint in his eyes. He looked down at Minho's dick. "Then let me continue-"
But Minho, in a sudden, decisive act, stopped him. He pulled him back, the unspoken words finally finding their voice. "Let's go in the bedroom. And I want you… to put it in me already…" The words were a plea, a hesitant invitation to a new chapter.
Seo-Jun's eyebrow arched, a question in the curve of his lip. "Don't say it twice." He scooped Minho up, the world tilting on its axis, and leaned in close, his voice a low murmur against Minho's ear. "I knew you liked it that way more."