Minho slammed Jae against the apartment door the second it clicked shut.
"Strip. Now." His voice was low and rough, the same tone he used when he wanted Jae bent over and begging without any bullshit. Jae's hands shook as he yanked his shirt over his head, then shoved his jeans and briefs down in one move. His cock already stood hard and leaking against his stomach.
Minho didn't waste time. He grabbed Jae by the throat and spun him around, pressing his chest to the wood. "You read that last chapter like a fucking slut," Minho growled, teeth scraping Jae's ear. "Page after page of me wrecking you. You got off on it, didn't you?" His free hand reached down and wrapped tight around Jae's dick, stroking once, hard and fast, just enough to make Jae's knees buckle.
"Yeah," Jae gasped. "I did. Kept thinking about your cock splitting me open."
Minho kicked Jae's feet apart and dropped to his knees behind him. He spread Jae's ass with both hands and dragged his tongue straight over the hole, licking wet and filthy. Jae moaned loud, pushing back. Minho didn't tease. He shoved two fingers in his mouth, got them soaked, then pushed them straight into Jae's ass, scissoring hard and fast. "Tight little hole. Always so fucking greedy."
Jae's forehead hit the door. "More. Give me more, Minho."
Minho stood, unzipped, and pulled his thick cock out. He spat on it once, rubbed the head against Jae's wet hole, then shoved in with one rough thrust. Jae cried out, body jolting forward. Minho didn't stop. He gripped Jae's hips and started fucking him in hard, steady strokes, balls slapping skin, the wet sound of it filling the room.
"Take it," Minho grunted. "This is what you wanted from those panels, right? Me using your ass like a toy." He reached around and jerked Jae's cock in time with his thrusts, thumb rubbing over the slick head. Jae was dripping, pre-cum stringing down Minho's fist.
They moved to the couch without pulling out. Minho pushed Jae face-down over the armrest and mounted him again, pounding deeper. Jae clawed at the cushions, moaning every time Minho bottomed out and ground against his prostate. "Harder. Fuck me harder."
Minho obliged. He hooked one arm under Jae's thigh, lifting it so he could drive in at a brutal angle. Sweat dripped off both of them. The room smelled like sex and skin. Minho's free hand slapped Jae's ass once, then again, leaving red prints. "Look at you, leaking all over the furniture. Such a messy little slut."
Jae came first, shooting thick ropes across the couch cushion while Minho kept fucking him through it. His hole clenched tight, milking Minho's cock. Minho groaned, pulled out, and flipped Jae onto his back. He straddled Jae's chest, fed his cock into Jae's open mouth, and fucked his throat until he came, shooting down Jae's throat in hot pulses. Jae swallowed every drop, licking the head clean when Minho finally pulled back.
They stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Minho wiped Jae's mouth with his thumb, then leaned down and kissed him slow and deep, tongues sliding together. "Round two in the shower," he muttered against Jae's lips. "I'm not done with you yet."
Jae grinned, already half-hard again. "Good. Draw it out this time."
