-stray kids smut oneshots- - Chapter 31: Chapter 31

Of course Minho and Jisung always tried to talk to each other as much as they could, just seeing each other was a problem for them. They couldn't just fly a few hours to a different country without anyone noticing.
After the summer ball, they hadn't been sure when they would be able to see each other again. In a few weeks? Months?
Never would they have thought that it would be a matter of a few days. But here they were, standing in the same room, trying not to run into each other's arms.
Jisung's parents were here for a meeting with Minho's parents and they thought it would be a good idea to bring their son along. He would be the king one day, so of course they wanted to prepare him for spontaneous meetings like this one.
And it was perfect, they were staying for the week, maybe even longer. Minho and Jisung could spend a lot of time together, maybe be close without anyone finding out about their secret love for each other.
The only problem was Jisung's fiancée.
She was here as well and she couldn't keep her fingers off of Jisung. It was almost as if she knew about Minho's feelings for Jisung and as if she wanted to make him jealous. It definitely worked.
Amy leaned closer to Jisung, lowering her voice. "Give me your hand, please."
Before he could even answer, she had already intertwined their fingers, holding his hand tightly. He rolled his eyes and glanced over to his mother. She was watching everything he was doing, scared her son could humiliate her in front of important people.
Minho ignored what his mother was saying to their guests and only glared at Amy, who now lay her other arm around Jisung's waist. It was obvious that he wanted to push her away, but he didn't.
"Minho, how about you show Jisung and Amy around? I'm sure they would like to see more of our palace." The queen said, expecting everyone to agree, but Amy didn't seem to like that idea.
"Thank you for that opportunity, but I'm very tired from the flight. I want to go to my room."
Minho's mother was obviously taken aback from Amy's words, but she only smiled and nodded. Jisung's parents had to force themselves to smile as well.
Jisung and Minho on the other hand had a hard time trying not to laugh out loud. It was rude from Amy to not accept the offer, but Minho was glad that he didn't have to spend time with her.
"Yes, of course. You can rest then, while Minho shows Jisung around." She looked at her son and Minho nodded.
Before he and Jisung left the room, Minho bowed to Jisung's parents. "I hope you have a pleasant stay."
Then they walked out of the room together with Amy, who was brought upstairs to her room, while Jisung and Minho went in the opposite direction.
As soon as Minho was sure they were alone, he stopped and wrapped his arms around Jisung. They both sank into the warm touch, not wanting to let each other go.
"She's horrible." Minho laughed when they continued walking, taking Jisung's hand into his own. The palace was really beautiful, but neither of them payed attention to that right now.
"She's okay." Jisung shrugged.
Again, Minho laughed out loud. "You can't possibly mean that."
"I'm just trying to convince myself. I mean, I do have to marry her soon, right?" Sighing, he let himself sink onto Minho's bed as soon as they arrived in his bedroom.
"So you're really gonna do it?" Minho's voice was lower now, he was obviously hurt.
Jisung noticed that and lay a hand onto Minho's shoulder, who sat down next to him. "I don't want to. I have to." Jisung was sad as well.
"You don't, Ji. We could always run away." It wasn't the first time one of them had mentioned the idea of running away, but it had never been possible, so they had stopped thinking about that and searched for other plans. But now they might actually have a chance.
"And leave everything behind?" Min, we have responsibilities, we can't just run away from this." His voice quivered and he tried to push back the tears in his eyes. Jisung didn't want to seem this weak, even though that was exactly how he was feeling.
"Ji, we've always dreamed of an opportunity like this. I'm in contact with people outside of the palace now. My cousin could help us." Minho was holding onto Jisung's hands tightly. He didn't understand why Jisung was suddenly against this. It had been his own idea, years ago.
"You can't spend your whole life thinking about how to get out of here. It won't work." Jisung got up, forcing Minho to let go of his hands.
Not even a second later, Minho followed Jisung, who walked to the middle of the room, unsure of what to do. Should he leave? Or talk about this?
"We can make it work." Minho's tone was almost pleading now and he cupped Jisung's face, looking into his eyes.
Jisung tried to avoid Minho's gaze, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from Minho's. "I love you, Minho. I really do, but it would be wrong to just leave."
"What did your mother tell you to make you say this shit? Don't you remember the promises we made? How happy we could be?" Without hesitation, Minho pulled out the necklace, that Jisung was wearing under his shirt. Their promise ring was still there. Relieved that Jisung was still wearing it, he sighed.
"Did you really think I wasn't wearing it anymore?" The tears in Jisung's eyes were about to spill onto his cheeks. "I really love you. But we can't just leave everything in our lives behind."
"You're the most important person in my life, I don't care about anything else."
Jisung let out a shaky breath and leaned his head against Minho's chest. Wrapping his arms around Jisung, Minho tried to calm himself down to find out why Jisung was saying all of this.
Suddenly, they were startled by someone knocking on the door softly, before it opened. Quickly, they jumped apart and Jisung wiped away his tears as best as he could.
In front of them stood Minho's mother. She apparently hadn't noticed that the two had hugged merely a second ago and she wore a bright smile. "Jisung, our servants will show you your room soon. Did you like the small tour through the palace?"
For a moment, Jisung was confused, then he remembered that Minho should have shown him around. He forced himself to smile politely even though he just wanted to continue crying in Minho's arms. "Of course, the palace is very impressive. It looks so different from ours, it was really interesting."
If they wouldn't have talked about such a serious topic a minute ago, Minho would have had to suppress a laugh now. Jisung was good at lying to someone's face like that and in situations like these it was funny, but he knew that Jisung could also keep secrets from him.
And Minho knew that there was something Jisung wasn't telling him. He knew him well, so he was sure it had something to do with his feelings or something must have happened that made him behave like this.
"Really? I think I have to ask someone to show me your palace then next time we're there." They were awkwardly standing in the room, while the queen looked out into the hallway impatiently. "Where is he? He wanted to bring you to your room." She muttered more to herself.
"It's okay, I can do it." Minho offered, pulling Jisung out of the room, as soon as his mother nodded.
He made sure that she was really walking down the hallway in the other direction, before he whispered, "We have to be more careful. How did she even know we were in my room?"
"Min, I don't think I can continue doing this. What if she would've come in without knocking?" Finally, Jisung was opening up a bit and when Minho looked close enough, he could see concern flickering in Jisung's eyes.
"It's okay, she didn't." Minho tried to calm him down and take his hand, but Jisung pulled his hand away. At firt, Minho was taken aback from that action, but then he followed Jisung's eyes and he saw Amy in front of the room, that Jisung would sleep in.
"She could have." Jisung whispered back, before walking over to her. Minho followed.
"Ah, Jisung. I was wondering where you were." She said in her high, annoying voice, that was giving Jisung a headache.
Minho watched, how she hugged Jisung and then she kissed his cheek. He only pushed her away gently, mumbling something under his breath, that made her shrug. She turned around and looked at Minho, while Jisung walked into his own room.
At least they weren't sharing one.
He had wanted to follow Jisung, but she waited until he turned around and walked back, before she slipped past the door next to Jisung's.
Minho couldn't sleep like this, knowing that Jisung was alone right now, probably still sad and he had to do something about the situation earlier. They had to talk.
Without hesitation, he got up and walked out of his room quietly. He didn't think that someone was still awake, but he didn't want to risk getting caught, so he tried to be as fast as possible.
"Thank god, she isn't here." Minho sighed in relief when he arrived at Jisung's door and knocked.
It opened not even a second later, revealing Jisung in sweatpants and an oversized shirt, an outfit that Minho had never seen on him before. It was so different from the suits he usually wore, but Minho liked this side of Jisung, it was the part that wasn't a prince. He was just Jisung right now.
"I was waiting for you." Jisung mumbled, walking back into the room and sitting down on the bed. "Thought you wouldn't show up."
Minho turned on the light, walking over to Jisung and taking in his beauty, without all the makeup, the crown and fancy clothes. Then he lay down, pulling Jisung next to himself. His fingers were placed on Jisung's upper body, softly wandering over it.
They didn't need to talk to understand each other. It was enough to be in each other's arms right now, in the safety of their blooming love. Minho understood that Jisung wanted to say something. Something important, that would explain everything.
Finally, Jisung let out a shaky sigh, ready to speak. "I'm sorry." He started. "I want to leave, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. But I'm scared."
Minho turned around so that they were facing each other. "Talk to me, what are you scared of?" He cupped Jisung's cheek, looking into his soft eyes.
"So many things could go wrong." Jisung whispered, a small smile spreading on his lips, when Minho kissed the tip of his nose. "What if your cousin doesn't want to help us anymore?"
"Chan will help us. I know he will." Minho replied, trying to take Jisung's worries. "I talked to him already, we could live with him for a while, until we find something new."
Jisung nodded, but there was more that concerned him. "And what if someone recognizes us? Or if it's harder to get out of here than we think?"
"It's okay, love. We still have time to think this through. I'll always be with you, no matter what happens." Minho was worried as well, but he tried to hide it. He wanted Jisung to leave this palace with him, so that they could finally live the life they had dreamed of for years.
"I want to do it." Jisung whispered more to himself than to Minho and he leaned in to peck Minho's lips.
"Just imagine we could live together. I'd get to see you every day and I could hold you in my arms at night. I could wake up with you next to me. We wouldn't have to hide like this."
While Minho was talking, Jisung imagined the different situations and he loved it. He instantly felt warm and excited. "That sounds perfect." He said in a dreamy voice.
Leaning forward, Minho kissed Jisung slowly, hoping that the younger could feel how much he loved him. His fingers were teasing Jisung, slipping under the waistband of his sweatpants, as he placed open mouthed kisses on Jisung's jawline, down to his neck.
Hearing Jisung's quiet moans, he wanted to do more than just let his tongue glide over the smooth skin. He wanted to leave marks on Jisung's neck to show everyone he was his, but he held himself back and only kissed him.
"Min, wait a second." Jisung whispered, sitting up. Minho was still lying on the mattress, curiously watching what Jisung was doing.
Jisung smirked when he noticed the subtle change in Minho's eyes, as he pulled his shirt off. He let it sink to the floor, before he slipped out of his pants, lying back down and pulling Minho on top of himself.
Minho let his eyes glide over Jisung's body, seeing that the hickeys from the last time were already gone. "I wanna see you." Jisung held onto Minho's shirt, pulling him closer to show him to take it off. He only let go when Minho did what he had asked for.
Jisung blushed at the sight of Minho on top of him. He usually didn't see him like this, without makeup and with fluffy hair. He only got to see him like this over the phone, when they were talking to each other until late in the night, but he had never seen it in person.
"We have a bit more time today." Minho mumbled against Jisung's lips, as he leaned in for another kiss. "You know what that means?"
"We're gonna do it all night?" His voice was laced with innocence and his eyes were wide, looking up at Minho questioningly.
Minho chuckled at the sight."I don't think you could take that, love." It was almost cute how needy Jisung was, squirming around because he wanted to be touched.
"I can take it." Jisung quickly answered.
Minho let his hand wander through Jisung's hair, pushing it out of his face. "We'll see." He lazily kissed Jisung's lips, noticing how Jisung eagerly leaned up to kiss him harder. He pulled away a bit, but their lips were still touching. "But we can be slow." Again, he pecked Jisung's lips. "And I can treat you exactly how you deserve to be treated." Another kiss, this time further down. "I'll give you all the love I have."
Letting out a shaky breath, Jisung closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Minho's wet lips. He was almost where he needed him and Jisung subconsciously buried his fingers in Minho's hair to guide him to his erection.
"I need you." He whimpered, while Minho pulled his boxers off. The cold air in the room hit his warm skin and Jisung looked down just in time to see Minho lick over his tip.
Jisung's eyes rolled back. Minho had never done that and feelings him take his dick into his mouth was overwhelming. He twitched and then noticed Minho's hand against his thigh, calming him down.
Minho pulled away for a second to say, "Suck.", before placing his fingers against Jisung's mouth. The younger understood what Minho wanted and let his tongue circle around his fingers, while Minho did the same with his tip.
He tasted Jisung's pre cum, when he went further down his dick, sucking on it. At the same time, he pulled his fingers out of Jisung's mouth. He heard the younger whine, but he just spread Jisung's legs and carefully let a finger slide inside of his hole.
"Min." Jisung gasped, biting down on his bottom lip right after.
Minho's finger slipped in easily and he pulled it out again, only to thrust it back in at the same pace as he was moving up and down on his dick.
"Another finger. Please, more." He had to hold onto the bedsheets and he involuntarily spread his legs wider.
Minho added a second finger, scissoring them inside of Jisung, feeling himself growing even harder at the sweet sounds leaving Jisung's lips.
While he was fucking his fingers in Jisung's hole at a faster pace now, Minho continued sucking on Jisung's dick. Jisung let out a very loud moan and instantly covered his mouth with his hand. Minho wanted to tell him to make every sound he wanted, but he couldn't. He didn't want anyone to find out about this.
Dragging his fingers along Jisung's tight walls one last time, he pulled them out and then moved away from Jisung's dick as well. The warmth left him and he whined quietly, his sounds were now muffled by his hand.
Their eyes met and Minho smiled. "My love-" He had wanted to say more, but he couldn't. He could only stare at Jisung under him, looking back at him with the same amount of love in his eyes.
Jisung wrapped his legs around Minho's body, pulling him down. The fabric of Minho's pants touched his dick and he groaned, taking his hand away from his mouth.
"Oh god, Sungie." He quickly took off his pants, reaching into the pocket to pull out the condom he had brought, before carelessly throwing the pants to the side.
Since he still didn't have lube, he had to use spit again, but neither of them cared. They only wanted to feel each other. When Minho's tip began stretching Jisung's hole, Jisung threw his head back, tightly closing his eyes.
Minho moaned, when Jisung clenched around him, as soon as he was completely in. "You're doing so good, Sungie."
"Please move." He panted, knowing that Minho would want to give him time to adjust, but he couldn't wait. Even if he knew it would hurt, he wanted it now.
"Are you sure?" Minho asked, his hot breath fanning over Jisung's neck, as he leaned closer.
"Yes, please-" He breathed out, moving his hips to convince Minho. And it worked, Minho pulled out, until only his tip was inside and then he carefully let himself sink back in.
Jisung was biting his lip again, too scared someone could hear them. It was so hard to be quiet, when Minho's pace quickened with every thrust and he hit his prostate perfectly.
Everything Minho was doing, felt so good. How he was softly letting his hands glide over Jisung's body, grabbing his thighs and while he was squeezing them, his nails sank into the skin. How he was kissing every part of his body he could reach and how he was whispering praises into his ear.
"So good for me. Look how beautiful you are under me, so hot. You drive me crazy, Ji. I could never get enough of you." He kissed his cheek, before taking in the view in front of him again.
Now Jisung opened his eyes to do the same. "Min- Harder, more." He moved his hips, trying to meet Minho's thrusts and he had to hold onto Minho's strong arms for support.
The different sensations were overhwelming as well as the new information he still had to process, that they might actually run away. He tried to imagine what this situation would be like if they were in a small house, far away from the palace.
He wouldn't lie in a bed that was far too big for one person, he would be in his and Minho's shared bed. Maybe in a small house. Minho would do exactly what he was doing right now, showering him in love while pleasuring him. But Jisung would be able to scream Minho's name, to show him how good he felt.
Just thinking about all the different things they could try, made his mind spin and his back arched. He drowned out Minho's voice, he couldn't understand his words anymore. He could only feel Minho fucking into him in a perfect rhythm and he was so close to cum.
"I don't want to stop yet." Jisung whined, the images slowly fading from his mind, as much as he tried to hold onto them, it didn't work. But the world he had created in his mind was way too beautiful to leave already. "Please, not yet. I want more."
Jisung held onto Minho, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him as close as possible. He wanted to continue for a while, he desperately tried to hold himself back from cumming, but Minho's moves were slowly getting sloppy too and it felt so good.
"Shh, it's okay. Relax." Minho whispered in a soothing voice. He had noticed how Jisung's breathing was irregular and hectic and that tears were welling up in his eyes.
Just hearing Minho's voice helped him to actually relax and as soon as he did, he came. His whole body shook and he was moaning loudly, not caring anymore if anyone could walk past the room or that maybe Amy would be able to hear them in her room.
Minho pressed a soft kiss onto Jisung's lips, slowing down his movements to not hurt him. He hadn't decided yet if he should continue or if it was better get out of Jisung now, but Jisung decided for him. "Don't stop."
So Minho picked up the pace again, overstimulating Jisung, while he lost control over his thrusts. Jisung was saying incoherent words, his face scrunching up in pleasure.
Jisung couldn't decide if he wanted more of that burning feeling or if he wanted to get away from it, but his body reacted before he could think of what to do. He put his legs down from around Minho's waist to spread them wider, feeling Minho's dick inside of him better, as he clenched around him.
"Fuck-" Minho hissed, as he came inside the condom, panting. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Jisung answered, even though he was still a bit confused. When he had imagined himself with Minho in their own home, it had felt so real, as if it was meant to happen.
"What're you thinking about?" Minho asked, as he walked back to the bed. He had gotten up to clean himself and put his pants back on, before he would take care of Jisung.
When Jisung's eyes met his own, they were glowing, almost burning. "Let's do it." Jisung whispered, but he sounded so determined.
"Do what?" Minho cleaned Jisung's stomach, kissing his forehead after.
A short break followed, in which neither of them said anything. Minho wondered what Jisung meant, as he lay back down next to him, pulling his naked body closer.
"Let's run away. When our parents have the meeting, we can leave and no one will notice."
A wide smile spread over Minho's face and he nodded. "I'll call Chan tomorrow that we'll visit him soon."