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Minho hates his boyfriends.
Well, no - what he really hates is how easily one of them can distract him. He's supposed to be watching a movie with Chan and Jisung at Jisung's place. He and Chan had left Jisung in the living room to get some snacks from the kitchen, and somehow that has ended up with him being seated on the counter with Chan standing between his legs as they kiss. Chan's hand sneaks up underneath Minho's shirt and rests on his side. Chan's thumb brushes back and forth against his warm skin and Minho inhales sharply through his nose. "Hyung," Minho whispers. He tilts his head to give Chan more room while Chan's lips move to his neck. Minho lets out a sigh of pleasure, feeling the way he kisses the hickey that Jeongin had left on his neck that morning. "Sungie's waiting for us."
"He can keep waiting," Chan mumbles. He smiles when he feels more than hears the laugh that Minho makes in response. Chan leans away just enough that his lips brush against Minho's jawline. "He could always join us."
Minho inhales sharply through his nose at the suggestion. They've talked about it - how Chan and Jeongin have always been open in their relationship when it comes to sex with others, but how neither of them have hooked up with anyone else since they started dating Minho. They want his permission before doing anything like that. Minho hasn't outright given it yet, still coming to terms with the idea of sharing his boyfriends with more than just each other. He doesn't hate the idea, either. It's just… different. It's different, but Minho would be lying if he said he isn't intrigued by the idea. He's definitely given it some thought, but it's still not something he's ready to approach - not tonight , anyway. "Do you think he'd want to?" Minho asks.
Chan leans away enough to look at Minho better, though he stays pressed close. "You're kidding, right?" he asks. He raises his brow in amusement when Minho just looks confused. "Baby, that man's been all but begging you to let him fuck you since you met." Minho's face reddens as he thinks about it. He knows that Jisung's always teased him about being willing to help him out when he was single, but he's always just thought that was Jisung teasing him. He never really thought that Jisung was serious despite the fact that he'd always been aware that he was willing to hook up with Jisung (or any of their friends) should he be asked for real. He'd just… never thought it was real . And he hadn't wanted to get involved with whatever Jisung had going on with Hyunjin and Seungmin there for a long while. He knows they're dating now, but that they've got an arrangement similar to what Jeongin and Chan used to have.
Minho bites his lip as he thinks about it, running his fingers through Chan's hair a few times. "Can we wait for that?" he asks after a moment. "I'm… it's not no , but I just.." Minho blows out a slow breath as he tries to think of how to express what he's thinking. He doesn't dislike the idea of sex with Jisung, but he's also not sure how he'll feel after and the fact that Jeongin is out of town for the next several days makes Minho uncomfortable. He'd rather have both of his boys nearby in case he discovers that he emotionally or mentally can't handle it.
"Would you rather wait until Innie's home?" Chan asks gently. Minho kisses him instead of answering and Chan laughs against his lips. "I'll take that as a 'yes'," he mumbles before he kisses Minho again. Minho nods his head as best he can without breaking the kiss. He idly runs his hands up and down Minho's thighs as they kiss.
"You guys are missing the movie!" Jisung calls from the living room, but Chan ignores him to kiss Minho deeper instead.
Minho whimpers into the kiss as Chan pulls him as close as possible. "Hyung, we should…" Minho says, gasping slightly as he pulls his lips away from Chan's. "Sungie's waiting for us."
Chan nods his head before resting his forehead against Minho's. "Okay," he says, though it seems more like he's talking to himself than to Minho. "Okay. We'll finish the movie."
"And you'll keep your hands to yourself?"
"I can promise to try."
Chan smiles charmingly and Minho sighs, rolling his eyes. Then he kisses Chan gently before pushing him away enough that he can jump down off of the counter. Jisung smiles brightly when they return to the living room. "I thought you were grabbing a snack," he comments when he realizes that neither of them have anything in their hands.
"Oh, I was," Chan teases with a smirk.
Minho punches his shoulder before sitting down on the couch. Chan sits down next to him, chuckling. "Gross," Jisung comments, though it sounds half-hearted at best. Minho doesn't say anything, just snuggles up against Chan's side.
"Maybe next time, you can join us." Chan's comment sounds casual, but Jisung's attention quickly snaps to him instead of at the TV. Minho snuggles closer to Chan, doing his best not to blush or hide away against Chan's neck.
"Really?" Jisung sounds breathless, something that makes Minho's heart beat just a little faster.
Minho nods as he peeks over at Jisung. "Not… not today," he answers, "but soon."
After the movie ends, Chan and Minho go home. Minho takes a shower while Chan calls Jeongin and checks in with him. When Minho's done with his shower, he makes his way to Chan's bedroom. He can hear the low sound of Chan's voice talking to Jeongin, but he can't hear what Chan is saying at first. He knocks on the open door frame to draw Chan's attention, and Chan immediately waves him into the room. "Minho's done with his shower," Chan tells Jeongin. He holds an arm out toward Minho and Minho walks over to him. Chan immediately pulls Minho into his lap, making Minho repress a laugh against the side of Chan's neck. "How's your parents?" Minho rests his head on Chan's shoulder and snuggles in close, content to just listen to the other two talk while staying close to Chan. He peeks out when he feels Chan holding his arm out, and he sees that Chan has switched to a video call with Jeongin and is holding out the phone so that Jeongin can see the two of them. Jeongin's watching the two of them with a soft smile on his face.
"They're fine," Jeongin replies. "They want both of you to come with me next time." Minho's mouth drops open slightly - Jeongin's parents want to meet him? He wasn't aware that he was important enough for that. Chan going home with Jeongin makes sense to him, but he never really thought about himself meeting them. He's always considered himself to just be… extra since Chan and Jeongin were together first.
"Sorry, babe. You know I'd have gone if I could afford to miss any more class."
Jeongin waves off Chan's apology. He understands why neither of them had come with him to visit home. He doesn't have any upset feelings about it. He does make a mental note to ask Minho about his reaction once he's home, though. "How was the movie with Jisung?"
Chan smirks as he shifts his arm around Minho, pulling Minho even closer to him. "Enlightening." Jeongin raises his brows in silent question while Minho hides his face against the top of Chan's shoulder. "We'll tell you more about it when you get home." Chan idly starts running his hand up and down Minho's side. Chan chuckles when Minho nuzzles under his chin and he turns his head to steal a kiss. He intends for the kiss to be quick, but Minho places a hand underneath his chin, keeping him pulled close. Chan can hear the sharp inhale of breath from Jeongin on the phone.
"Well, that's just unfair," Jeongin grumbles, though it's a bit too breathless to be taken very seriously. He starts to say something else, but he pauses when they can hear the sound of someone shouting for him from somewhere else in the house he's in. Jeongin sighs heavily. "I have to go." Minho stops kissing Chan in order to look at the phone screen. Chan starts kissing his cheek and along his jawline. "I'll see you both soon."
"Come home soon," Minho says as Chan tells Jeongin that he'll message in the morning. After Jeongin ends the call, Chan focuses on kissing Minho again. He wraps his arm around Minho's waist, holding Minho closer. Minho can hear the soft sound of Chan's camera shutter clicking a few times and it makes him giggle softly in the kiss. "Trying to make Innie jealous?" He mumbles the words, never letting his mouth move too far away from Chan's. Instead of answering, Chan slips his tongue into Minho's mouth. Minho sighs as their tongues move together.
"Giving him some inspiration to hurry home," Chan finally mumbles when they rest their foreheads together to take a moment to breathe. Minho laughs softly and nuzzles his nose against Chan's. "And, yeah, maybe a little to make him jealous that I get to have you all to myself tonight."
Minho turns his head just slightly, enough that he's looking at the camera as Chan snaps another picture while Chan kisses along his jawline. Minho reaches out and takes Chan's phone from him to set it aside on the bedside table. "How can you touch me properly if you keep that in your hand?"
Chan grins in response and places his now freed hand on Minho's hip, pulling him in as close as possible while leaning in to kiss him again. Minho wraps his arms around Chan's shoulders and holds him close as the kiss continues. Chan's hand slips farther back until his hand is resting on the swell of Minho's ass. Chan squeezes Minho's ass, letting out a pleased hum against his lips when it makes Minho sigh contentedly. Then Chan helps direct Minho until Minho's sitting straddling his legs instead of draped across him like he was before. Both of Chan's hands rest on Minho's ass, using his grip on it to keep Minho pulled close.
Minho slowly starts to rock his hips and he smirks against Chan's lips at the groan that escapes him. Minho slides his hands underneath Chan's shirt, taking his time to let his fingers trail over his skin in a nonsensical pattern. He can never get enough of the feeling of Chan's skin beneath his fingers or how Chan reacts to his wandering touch. "Fuck," Chan mumbles as Minho's fingers dance teasingly along the skin just above the waistband of his jeans. Chan helps Minho push his jeans and underwear down his thighs so that Minho can take his length in hand. Chan's not quite hard yet, but Minho lazily runs his hand up and down anyway as their kiss continues. He smirks into the kiss when he can quickly feel the effect that he has on Chan. "What do you want tonight, baby?" Chan asks when their lips part again, though he never lets his face move too far away from Minho's.
"What do you want?" Minho replies, still lazily stroking Chan to full hardness. Chan groans as he shifts his hips up. "You're always asking me - let me take care of you."
"You already do." Chan smiles and he leans in to kiss Minho again while slipping his hands up into the legs of Minho's shorts that are just loose enough that Chan can do that. "Every time you let me touch you." Minho mumbles something about Chan being ridiculous, but he kisses Chan again before either of them can say much else. Chan's hands slip further into Minho's shorts and he feels that Minho isn't wearing anything under them. Minho smirks at the way that Chan swears in response. Chan moves his hands so they're outside Minho's shorts so that he can take them off and toss them aside.
Minho shifts onto one knee and then the other to help Chan slip them off of him, and he quickly discards his shirt. He waits just long enough to let Chan undress, too, before he settles back down onto Chan's lap. Minho continues lazily stroking Chan while Chan wraps a hand around Minho's length, too. He uses his other hand to reach behind Minho, intending to tease his hole with one hand; but, when he finds that it's already slick with lube and he can carefully slip his finger in instead of just padding at the rim, Chan groans and kisses Minho deeply. "Shit, you should've told me," he mumbles as he brushes his nose against Minho's, not willing to move too far away from him. "Would've joined you in the shower."
Minho hums and chastely kisses Chan again. "It was good you called Innie. I'm sure he was glad to hear from you." Chan knows this, and he's glad that he had a few minutes to chat with his other boyfriend, but it doesn't stop him from grumbling against Minho's lips, making Minho giggle a bit. "Hand me the lube," Minho says against Chan's lips only to gasp when Chan slips a second finger into him.
Chan lets go of Minho's cock to blindly reach over to the bedside table, feeling around until his hands find the bottle of lube they keep there. The bottle is nearly empty and Chan makes a mental note to pick more up from the store soon along with the condoms Jeongin likes since they've nearly run out of those, too. Chan flicks open the lid with his thumb and Minho laughs softly before holding out one of his hands. Chan applies some of the lube to Minho's fingers and he smears it around before he switches hands to stroke Chan's length with his slick hand instead. It makes Chan moan and Minho smirks as he watches the way Chan's eyes flutter closed. "Lay down," Minho instructs Chan, who wastes no time in complying. Minho lets go of Chan only so that he can settle into place, sitting on his stomach with his knees on either side of him.
Chan swears as he grabs onto Minho's hips. "Gonna ride me, baby?" he asks.
Minho doesn't answer. Instead, he lifts himself up enough that he can easily guide Chan to his entrance. Despite his earlier prep, Minho still takes his time, simply teasing the head of Chan's cock into his hole at first. Chan's fingers tighten their grip - Minho's sure he's going to have bruises in the morning. "Fuck," Minho swears. He slowly starts to lower himself onto Chan. He exhales shakily once he's fully seated while Chan looks up at him in reverence.
Minho can feel his face flush, and Chan reaches up with one hand to gently cradle Minho's chin with it. "Such a good boy for me," Chan says, the low timbre of his voice practically making Minho whine.
Once Minho's ready, he slowly starts to move his hips, gasping at the feeling of Chan inside of him. He places his hands on Chan's chest to help steady himself as he moves. Chan keeps one hand on Minho's hip while he runs the other along Minho's side up to where he can brush his thumb against one of Minho's nipples. It makes Minho jerk his hips a bit and Chan smirks. "Ass," Minho grumbles, but he ducks down enough to kiss Chan again anyway. Chan laughs into the kiss and he can feel Minho smile.
After a few moments, Minho pushes himself up again and Chan resumes watching him, his eyes trained on the way that Minho moves on top of him, sensual and fluid with a strength that makes him easily one of the most beautiful people Chan has ever seen. He isn't even a little bit sorry when the words, "I love you," slip out of his mouth as he stares up at Minho. He hadn't meant to say it like this, in the middle of sex, for the first time. He'd wanted a cute, soft moment to say it, to let Minho know just how much he actually means to him. Minho pauses his movements to blink down at Chan. There's a breath where neither of them move, and then Minho exhales shakily as his face flushes prettily.
"You love me?" he asks hesitantly. A slow smile forms on Minho's face after Chan nods and smiles sheepishly, and he lets out a soft laugh. "I can't believe you chose now to tell me this."
"I couldn't help it. You look so…"
Minho clicks his tongue and swats at Chan's chest. "You've already got your dick in, stop trying to sweet talk me." Chan's brows furrow together and he opens his mouth to argue that that isn't what he's doing, but Minho silences him by placing his index finger on Chan's lips. It makes him huff out a laugh. Minho idly wets his lips before he resumes speaking. "Sorry. I know you were being serious. I just…" Minho lets out a slow breath. "You weren't supposed to fall in love with me." Minho smiles a little as he watches the way that Chan's face crumples up while he starts trying to figure out what Minho's saying. "Before you get too caught up in that big ol' brain of yours, that isn't me saying that I don't love you, too." The look on Chan's face softens and Minho ducks down to gently kiss him. "I just… didn't think that this would be…"
"Real?" Minho nods and exhales slowly. "Because I was with Jeongin first? Baby, that doesn't mean you aren't important too. You're not just… someone we screw around with for fun. We… I love you." Minho's stomach flutters at the implication of Chan's words, knowing that Chan would never try to tell him how Jeongin feels before Jeongin has the chance to, but that Chan wouldn't start to use 'we' if Jeongin didn't feel the same.
Before Chan can say anything else, Minho kisses him again and slowly rolls his hips, making Chan groan into the kiss. "I love you, too," Minho breathes as he pulls away just enough to brush his nose against Chan's. "We can talk about it all more later. But, right now, all I want is for you to-" Minho cuts off with a gasped moan after Chan plants his feet on the bed so that he can push himself up into Minho. "Yes. Please."
Chan keeps his pace slow, but he makes sure to press fully into Minho with each pass of his hips as they kiss. Minho whimpers and then nips at Chan's lower lip, gently tugging it with his teeth. They stay like that only a few moments longer before Chan turns them over. He quickly gets settled between Minho's legs, pushing his cock back inside his boyfriend almost immediately. Minho moans as his back arches off the bed and Chan slips an arm underneath his back. Then Minho wraps his arms around Chan's neck to hold onto him, his fingers threading into Chan's hair.
The room is filled with the sound of their bodies moving together and their ragged breathing. Chan murmuring soft words of praise and adoration nearly makes Minho start to cry - or maybe that's from how good Chan makes him feel. Chan has learned the perfect way to move into him, how to hold him and where to press his fingers. Chan plays his body as expertly as he does a piano and all Minho can do is let him. Chan kisses him as he cums, muffling the sound of Minho crying out his name. Minho can feel the smirk on his lips and he almost wants to do something to knock it off of his face.
Instead, he tries to focus his mind enough to make sure that he can make Chan feel just as good as he does. Minho tugs on Chan's hair like he knows his boyfriend likes and he presses his face against the side of Chan's neck, panting and gasping for breath as he lets pretty, pleading words pass his lips - the ones he knows Chan likes. "Hyung, please," he practically whimpers as his fingers not in Chan's hair rake along his back. Chan turns his head to capture Minho's lips in another kiss and only lasts a couple of rough thrusts more before he spills inside of him. Minho swallows his moans and keeps Chan held as close to him as physically possible.
Chan practically collapses on top of him, but Minho doesn't mind. He just keeps holding onto Chan while Chan rests his head on Minho's shoulder. They lay there, hanging onto each other until they both can move again. Chan reluctantly pulls out of Minho and apologizes with a kiss to Minho's forehead. "Where are you going?" Minho asks - and he's definitely not pouting, even if it sounds like he is.
"I'm gonna run us a bath so we can clean up before bed." Chan chuckles at the way Minho looks less than impressed at the idea. "It's that or we have to get up early to shower before classes tomorrow, love." Minho crinkles his nose in distaste and Chan does his best not to laugh at just how cute Minho can be at times. "I take it the bath wins, then?"
"Yeah, I guess." Minho settles down onto the bed more despite his words.
"Tell you what. You come have a bath with me now, and the day Innie comes home, I'll make sure you're all messy and marked up before he gets back so you can be all pretty for him. We can even use that new plug we ordered." They haven't used it yet, haven't found the right time to. But judging by the sharp inhale from Minho, Chan guesses he assumed right that it was a good suggestion. "I'll come get you when the bath is ready."
"Are you gonna carry me in there?"
Chan bows dramatically as he says, "As you wish."
Minho laughs and grabs one of the pillows to throw at Chan's retreating back, but the smile doesn't leave his face. Minho lays there and closes his eyes. He nearly drifts off before he feels Chan's lips brush against his forehead. Minho blinks his eyes open and smiles sleepily up at him. "What took you so long?" he mumbles.
"Sorry, princess," Chan teases. Minho rolls his eyes, but there's a blush on his face. Then Chan picks Minho up from the bed, making Minho gasp at the sudden action. "You asked for it."
"You're right, I did." Minho wraps his arms around Chan's neck as he talks, and he lets himself be carried into the bathroom.
Chan has the bathtub set up with warm water, a few towels and clean clothes have been placed in the room for them to use after, and there's a few lit candles around the room. "You already got lucky, what's all this for?" Minho asks. If Chan didn't know Minho so well, he might have thought he sounded annoyed - but they both know that Minho loves to be doted on and that he absolutely loves what Chan is doing for him.
"Just let me take care of you," Chan says instead of pointing out what they both know. "I want to."
"Well, if you insist," Minho mumbles from where he's hidden his face in the side of Chan's neck.
Chan just smiles and carries Minho over to the tub so that he can place Minho into it. Once Minho is settled, Chan climbs into the tub behind him. They sit with Minho's back to Chan's chest, and Minho tilts his head back to rest on Chan's shoulder. Chan takes his time in helping Minho wash up, and Minho does the same for Chan afterward. The water is cold by the time they get out. After blowing out the candles, Chan insists that Minho go lay down in bed while Chan changes the sheets on his bed. Minho argues with him good-naturedly for a few moments, insisting that he can do that since Chan ran them the bath, but Minho eventually concedes and starts to head to his room only to pause when he sees Jeongin's door.
Without really thinking about it, Minho makes his way to Jeongin's room. The light from the hall makes it easy enough to see, but he turns on the bedside lamp when he gets close enough. Minho frowns slightly as he glances around the room. It's strange to not have Jeongin there with them. Since they became roommates, Chan or Jeongin have only been away for an extended time a time or two, and it was before he started dating them. He knows he can do just fine without either of them being around, but it doesn't stop him from missing Jeongin. Minho's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't realize that Chan has found him in Jeongin's room until Chan's arms are around him, hugging him from behind. Minho jumps slightly but then relaxes in Chan's hold. "Sorry," Chan mumbles as he presses a kiss to the top of Minho's bare shoulder. The shirt he's wearing is too big, one that Jeongin had bought specifically to be too big so he could sleep in it, and it slipped off his shoulder. "He'll be home soon, baby."
"Mn," Minho replies distractedly.
"Do you want to stay in here tonight?"
"Would that be weird? Would In-" Chan cuts him off with a gentle kiss to his lips. Minho huffs out a breath. "I hate it when you do that."
"No you don't." Chan grins charmingly and steals another quick kiss from Minho. "He won't mind, love." Minho grumbles and feels his face heat up, but Chan doesn't acknowledge it. "It's only weird if you think it is."
Minho exhales heavily and nods his head. He then steps forward, Chan's arms falling away from his waist, so that he can climb into the bed. Chan follows him, laying down close so they can be wrapped up in each other's arms. Chan places his phone on the bedside table and then kisses Minho's forehead. "I love you."
Minho smiles softly, tilting his face to turn into the kiss. "I love you, too." Minho chuckles as he presses a kiss to Chan's shoulder. "Can't believe you told me in the middle of sex."
"Yeah, well… it's true." Minho giggles softly and snuggles into Chan's arms more. "Try to get some rest, baby."
Minho is sure that Chan still wants to talk about Minho's reaction to his confession - Chan isn't one to let things go that easy. But, he's glad Chan's seemingly decided to wait until they were less exhausted to do so. Minho sighs and nods his head. He smiles to himself when he feels Chan's fingers carding through his hair. Before he actually dozes off, he hears the sound of Chan's phone camera shutter, and then the sound of the light clicking off. It's so easy to fall asleep in Chan's arms like that, even though they both feel like they're missing something important. As nice as it is to have time for just the two of them, both are ready for Jeongin to come home.