Minho shoved Jisung against the dorm wall the second the door clicked shut. “Strip. Now.” His voice was low and rough, already yanking his own shirt over his head. Jisung’s hands shook but he obeyed fast, kicking off his sweats and boxers until he stood naked, cock half-hard and leaking. Minho grabbed it without warning, stroking hard once, twice. “Look at this needy fucking dick. Been hard all day thinking about my cock, haven’t you?”
Jisung groaned, hips jerking forward. “Yeah, hyung. Couldn’t stop.”
Minho spun him around, bending him over the edge of the bed. He spat on his fingers and shoved two straight into Jisung’s hole, no slow prep, just deep and twisting. Jisung cursed loud, pushing back anyway. “Fuck—more.”
“Greedy slut,” Minho muttered, adding a third finger and scissoring hard. He pumped them fast, stretching Jisung open while his free hand slapped one ass cheek red. Wet sounds filled the room. When Jisung started moaning nonstop, Minho pulled his fingers out and lined up his cock, thick and already dripping. He slammed in to the hilt in one thrust.
Jisung’s back arched, a broken “Hyung!” tearing out of him. Minho didn’t give him time to adjust. He fucked hard and steady, hips snapping, balls slapping against Jisung’s ass with every drive. “Take it. Take every inch like the cock-hungry bitch you are.” Jisung clawed at the sheets, pushing back to meet every thrust, hole clenching tight around Minho’s cock.
Minho reached under and jerked Jisung’s cock in time with his thrusts, thumb rubbing over the wet slit. “You’re dripping all over my hand. Gonna come just from getting fucked?” Jisung shook his head, then nodded, too far gone to answer straight. Minho laughed low and mean, then pulled out, flipped Jisung onto his back, and shoved back in even deeper.
Legs hooked over Minho’s shoulders, Jisung took it missionary-style while Minho leaned down and spat in his mouth. “Swallow.” Jisung did, eyes glassy. Minho pounded faster, the bed frame hitting the wall. Sweat slicked their skin. Every thrust punched a moan out of Jisung until he was babbling, “Harder, fuck me harder, fill me up.”
Minho gave it to him. He grabbed Jisung’s throat, not choking hard, just holding, and hammered until Jisung’s cock jerked untouched and shot thick ropes across his own stomach and chest. The sight pushed Minho over; he buried himself deep and came with a growl, pumping load after load into Jisung’s hole until it leaked out around his cock.
He stayed inside a minute, breathing heavy, then pulled out slow and watched his cum drip. Jisung lay wrecked and panting, hole twitching. Minho dragged two fingers through the mess and pushed it back in. “Not done yet. Clean my cock.”
Jisung slid down without hesitation, sucking Minho’s softening dick into his mouth, tongue licking up the mix of cum and lube. Minho held his head and fucked his throat shallowly until he was hard again. Then he pulled Jisung up, bent him over the desk, and fucked him a second time—slower but still deep and filthy, one hand fisted in Jisung’s hair, the other reaching around to stroke him until they both came again, Jisung’s second orgasm weaker but just as messy.
They collapsed on the bed after, Minho’s arm slung over Jisung’s waist, cum drying on their skin.
Jisung’s voice was hoarse when he finally spoke. “Round three in the shower?”
Minho grinned against his shoulder. “Fuck yes.”
