Archive of Our Own ^beta

Part 1:

Jisung knows Minho’s work schedule by heart. Has every shift change memorised just for this exact reason.

He breathes in deeply as his head lands on his roommate’s pillow, the subtle scent of laundry detergent mixing with the natural scent of Minho’s head.

Jisung had been nervous to do this the first time, shaky hands gripping his phone as he replayed a video of Minho dancing to get him in the mood. The first time had been quick, he was in and out of Minho's room like a thief in the night.

Now, all he has to do is breathe in and his cock is already filling out in his pants. The smell and feel of his roommate's bed makes him dizzy with want as he grinds down into the soft duvet. Already desperate for friction.

When the pressure becomes too much he flips over, shoving his hand down his pants, gripping his dick and pulling it out. He makes sure to shove his pants down just enough to feel the sheets on his bare ass.

Surrounded by the scent of Minho he begins to stroke, long movements that slowly build the pressure in his stomach. Taking his time. He doesn’t have to worry about being overheard or walked in on, no one here to see his dirty little secret.

His hand moves faster, pushing him towards his orgasm. He lets his moans fall freely out of his mouth. shoving his face into the pillow until he can feel the material turn damp from his drool.

At first it was an accident, leaving some of his body fluid on the sheets, but now it spurs him on. The thought of Minho sleeping surrounded by Jisung pushes him over the edge. He lets his cum squirt onto the bed, the milky liquid mixing into the white cotton.He wipes his hand on Minho’s pillow, watching the cum seep into the fabric. He spreads it with his fingers, as if he is finger painting.

As he comes down from his post orgasm haze a blinking light catches his eye. Tucking himself back into his pants he moves over to investigate. A small camera greets Jisung. Positioned on the shelf so you wouldn’t notice it straight away, unless you knew it was there. He freezes like a deer in headlights. Minho knows. Has watched and recorded him get off in his bed for who knows how long. He stares into the camera’s lens, eyes frozen in shock as he whispers, “Minho hyung?”

Part 2:

Chan had helped him pick out the camera, Minho hadn’t exactly told him why he needed the camera. Brushing him off with comments about his roommate moving his things when he isn’t there.

Minho has known about Jisung’s little secret for a while now, has been getting his little presents in his bed for weeks.

The cum on his pillow had been the snapping point. He had fallen down onto his bed after a long shift at work only to land face first in a semi dried puddle. He had nosed into it, letting his tongue dart out to have a taste. Once the salty flavour hit his tongue it was too difficult to stop. He was drooling as he mouthed the stain, licking it all up. His face had never left the material, breathing in deeply as he ground his hips down. He never even made it out of his pants before he was finishing on the taste and smell of Jisung’s cum

After a while Minho grew bored of surviving off leftovers. He wanted more. Wanted to see how Jisung touched himself, to hear if the younger man called his name as he came.

But talking to Jisung would break their illusion and scare the younger man off, so he had to get creative.

At first he just turned the camera on every time he left for work but the longer Jisung remained unaware to his unknown audience the more Minho wanted to take.

Hooking the camera up to a laptop was easy, all he needed was a few cords and he had a livestream of his room directly onto his phone.

The new evolution had proved detrimental to his work, multiple times he found himself in the staff bathroom. His dick hard and aching in his hand, stroking in time to Jisung’s movements on his screen.

He had almost missed Jisung’s voice calling his name, too out of it from the drawn out orgasm. The younger man’s gravelly voice barely audible in Minho’s shitty headphones

As his gaze snaps to his phone screen the sight of Jisung staring back at him has his cock twitching.

“Jisungie,” he whispers into the bathroom air. Taking in Jisung’s glazed prey eyes and slightly open lips on his dirty phone screen.

Some of his cum has landed on the phone, painting the image of Jisung in splotches of opaque white. The sight draws a low groan out of Minho’s lips, his tongue darting out as if he can taste Jisung’s cum on his lips.

Minho doesn’t even think as he bolts out of the bathroom. He briefly calls out to his coworker that he is going home sick before hightailing it out of the door.

He drives home as fast as possible, his dick half hard the entire time as he imagines pushing Jisung onto his bed and taking his final present.

He is shaking as he tries to get his keys in the door, his fumbling hands unable to slide the metal home. Jisung saves him the trouble, opening the door in a flurry. The younger man is flushed, his eyes filled with arousal as they take each other in.

“Minho hyung,” he whispers.

Part 3:
Minho doesn’t hesitate. Crashing into Jisung with enough force they go tumbling onto the ground.

He lands on top of his roommate, pinning him down. Jisung can barely take a breath before Minho is closing the gap between them. Slotting their lips together so hard they’ll be bruised and bitten tomorrow.

Jisung kisses back without hesitation, grabbing onto Minho’s shirt with desperate hands. Minho can feel Jisung’s dick hard against his thigh. Feels this roommate grinding down onto him. He pulls back, just enough to talk.

“You’ve been jerking off in my bed.” It isn’t a question. Jisung stares up at him with glossy eyes, his lips red from kissing.

“You’ve been watching me.” He also isn’t asking.

“I’ve been sleeping in your cum for weeks, I deserved something in return. I couldn’t let you have all the fun,” Minho says against Jisung’s mouth, tugging on the man’s lower lip with his teeth.

“And I had to mark my property,” Jisung stare is challenging, poking at him until he moves. Minho’s hands strip Jisung of his pants, gripping the smooth skin of his ass. He trails a finger along Jisung’s hole, pulling back when he feels wetness.

He licks his finger, the taste of Jisung mixed with lube hits his tongue.

“You prepped yourself?”

Jisung nods, “I didn’t want to wait.”

Mmh pulls his pants down in record speed, lining up with Jisung’s hole and sinking into him. They’re both going to be sore tomorrow from fucking on the floor but neither of them suggest moving.

Minho fucks into Jisung hard, his hands planted on the floor for leverage as Jisung’s legs wrap around his waist. Their lips disconnecting and reconnecting as they move together.

Minho is driven by a long overdue need, has been thinking about Jisung underneath him for weeks now. His brain unable to think of anything but Jisung Jisung Jisung.

He can’t touch Jisung’s dick while holding himself up, so he has to watch Jisung touch himself. The same practiced moves he has seen on his screen for weeks. Everything is more in person, the image of Jisung on his phone is nothing compared to the man moving beneath him.

Neither of them last long, too absorbed in one another to care. Minho fills Jisung up as the younger man splatters cum in between them. Their chests move in sync as they both catch their breath and come down from their orgasms.

Minho pulls out suddenly, a whimper falling from Jisung’s lips as the man moves away.

Minho is back in a few seconds, his camera in hand. He points the lens at Jisung, zooming in on his blissed out face and then panning down. Minho holds his breath as he watches the camera record the cum on Jisung’s shirt, the white liquid stark against the black cotton.

He keeps moving, down in between Jisung’s legs to his leaking hole. Minho watches himself on the screen as he sinks a finger in, watching his cum trickle down. Jisung moans and Minho can feel his dick twitch as the camera picks up the sound.

“Did you keep the videos?” Jisung’s voice startles Minho, draws his attention away from the camera. His roommate is already looking at him, their gazes meeting. Minho’s hand holding the camera drops so he can lean in and catch Jisung’s mouth.

“Every one,” he says in between kisses, swallowing Jisung’s moans.

“Next time, I want you to film me while you fuck me,” Jisung stares at him, waiting for him object but Minho’s heart preens.

“You are such a little slut,” Minho teases, “Do you want me to livestream it? Show everyone how well you take my cock.” Jisung’s chest rises and falls faster, his dick filling back out.

“I want everyone to know I’m yours and you’re mine,” he growls, tugging the older man back against him.

“I would like that.”

Minho hauls Jisung up off the floor. Carrying the man to his bedroom, throwing him down on the still damp sheets before going to set up the camera.

Jisung reaches for him when he returns to the bed, his clothes kicked to the side. Minho follows, stripping and falling into bed with him.