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Jisung’s plan goes like this: an hour before Seungmin’s supposed to end his day at work, Jisung will send the picture. He even relayed this to Minho, who gave him immediate green light to go ahead with his plan. It was good. He was a man with a plan; a vision — who gives a shit if all this was for a simple dick pic. He’s a Virgo, or whatever Felix told him before which is the reason why his brain is wired like that. He likes knowing what he’s getting himself into at least 3 to 4 working days prior, unlike Minho (Scorpio) who just unzips his jeans, calls it a day and immediately sends it to Chan.

“So I really don’t see why you’re so nervous about this. It’s not like your boyfriend hasn’t seen your dick? And like...what brought this on anyway?” Minho asks through a mouthful of kimbap. Apparently dick-pic-sending crisis is an emergency enough for Minho to drag him to the convenience store near his place, telling Jisung that he can’t have this conversation with an empty stomach. So Jisung relents.

“Um,” Jisung begins, because he’s not about to tell his best friend that the reason he wants to send a dick pic to Seungmin in the first place was because of Minho.

It all happened purely on accident; he was standing right behind Chan in the studio when he opened Minho’s chat and he immediately went, “what the fuck?!” It wasn’t his fault that he saw a glimpse of what type of picture Minho just sent Chan. But it definitely was Minho’s fault that Chan left early and when Minho texted him the next day: hey can we reschedule lunch just had the best dicking down of my life ytd lol.

Look, Jisung’s not an idiot. He can definitely put two and two together.

“So?” Minho prompts.

“I just — um, you know?”

“I really don’t.” Minho rolls his eyes, putting his chopsticks down on the table. His eyes soften just a fraction and says, “You know, like, you don’t have to, right? There are other ways to, like, spice up your relationship or whatever.”

Jisung feels himself getting warmer and scrunches his nose. Embarrassed, he huffs, “So you know.”

“Duh. This is the shit you see on relationship advice on the internet all the time. Send nudes. Watch porn together. Get a—”

“Hyung, seriously please stop talking,” Jisung hisses, leaning forward to shove a kimbap roll back into his mouth, “Like forever.”

Minho glares but munches through the kimbap anyway and to be annoying, he flicks some of the seaweed bits on his chopstick towards Jisung. Underneath the table, Jisung kicks him.

“Oh,” Minho says, eyes lighting up the way someone who has only good things to say would never. Like the devil. “Footsie! Play footsie, too, with—”

Jisung stands up and leaves, the remnants of Minho’s laugh following him all the way back to his apartment.

Minho likes to tease but he’s also really, really nice about it. Sometimes. He prefaces his text with: so did ur virgo ass write in ur naver calendar about sending seungmin a dick pic yet. Before quickly following it up with: schedule it for a friday btw we usually can leave early. And Jisung grumbles because he did schedule it on his fucking Naver calendar like a Virgo that he is. So he moves it from next Tuesday to this upcoming Friday. So like. In two (2) days.

thanks he texts Minho back, getting back a thumbs up.

Thursday night goes like this:

“Baby,” Seungmin calls him, placing a hand over his thigh. Immediately, he stops shaking his legs and stares at his boyfriend, who also taps on his lips to have him stop gnawing on his bottom lip. “What’s wrong? You’ve been jittery these days.”

“Oh,” he says and immediately looks back at the movie playing on the screen. “It’s nothing.” It’s just that I’m so deadly worried about you not liking my dick pic. Or think it’s gross. Or — he shakes his head. “Nothing, really. Just work,” he says and snuggles closer into Seungmin’s arms.

“Okay,” Seungmin replies and kisses the top of his head, “Do I have to have a word with Chan-hyung? Maybe I can bribe Minho-hyung to—”

“Stop.” Jisung giggles and pulls Seungmin by his shirt collar to drag him into a kiss. He pulls away slightly and grins. “You’re being stupid.”

“Well, you love me,” Seungmin points out, bumping his nose against Jisung’s.

“I do, yeah,” he replies because fuck, he really does. So much that he can’t wait to send his first dick pic to this stupid boy. “I love you.”

For what it’s worth, it really isn’t just a dick pic.

It’s a picture of Jisung’s dick for his long-term boyfriend. He’s never done this before ever in his entire life and all it took for him to actually take one was Seungmin, apparently. Kim Seungmin, the dorky stuffy boy he met in his journalism class in their third year of university. Kim Seungmin, the boy who he loves so so much and oh god, he’s really doing this, isn’t he.

And it’s not that sex with Seungmin wasn’t great. But seeing his strong, unwavering Channie hyung turn pink, stumble through his words to get back home to Minho made him think that maybe he can have that effect on Seungmin, too. So, yes. He's really doing this; all for watching his pillar of a boyfriend crumble.

It’s two in the afternoon. Jisung has his phone in one hand and the other is still hesitating to take his dick out of his pants. Minho told him to just go with it, don’t think too much, and that mirror selfies were the best. Okay. Okay. He can do this. He can. He can. Of course, he can.

Slowly, he pulls his pants off, chucking it somewhere on the floor. He’s a little scared to lift his head up to stare at the mirror across him to be honest. He’s wearing nothing extravagant or anything, just, okay, so he’s wearing a pair of lace panties that Seungmin got him last Valentine. It’s pretty — it would be sad to put such pretty things to waste, wouldn’t it?

It takes Jisung almost an hour to take the perfect dick pic. He can almost hear Minho’s voice at the back of his head snickering, going, “it’s just a dick pic.” He hopes Seungmin likes it because his back sure does hurt trying to find The Angle.

He feels a little insane actually, going through filters for his picture, when his Naver calendar notification pops up. SEND BOYCRUSH DICK PIC. He clears it, eye twitching, and exits the photo editing app. He’ll go with natural.

Okay. Okay, here goes nothing.

Jisung opens his chat with Seungmin and pauses, thumb hovering over the Add File button. Should he say...hi? He knows Minho at least had sent Chan his dick pic apropos of nothing and that worked fine for him. But he’s also Minho (Scorpio), not Jisung (Virgo), who literally had to put his dick-pic-sending schedule on his calendar. So.

hi
would you be interested in seeing my cock

Jisung doesn’t expect Seungmin to read it immediately, but he does. The 1s next to his texts immediately disappear and Jisung waits with bated breath, heart in his throat. Oh my god, it’s just a dick pic. Then,

boycrush
not now baby
busy

Oh. Okay. So where does Jisung go from here.

okay
sorry to bother u

boycrush
its okay
i love u

i love u too

On the bright side, at least Seungmin doesn’t hate him. Or finds him gross. So, okay. Silver lining.

“You told me to reschedule for Friday!” Jisung isn’t quite screaming but he’s close to being hysterical. Minho, what the fuck. “He’s busy today! He said, and I quote, ‘not now baby’.”

Minho cackles from across the line and he wishes, prays, that every coffee shop Minho visits for the next week closes and that the coffee capsules he buys go out of stock.

“Hey, how was I supposed to know that he had an emergency meeting? It’s finishing soon though, you can send your dick pic in a bit.”

“Like hell I will!”

“And why did you even ask! It’s supposed to be a surprise!”

“I don’t know! This is my first time, okay!” He screeches, running a hand through his hair, “And last. Fuck.”

“Hey, Jisung-ah,” Minho calls out softly. Jisung pouts but grunts out a ‘what’ anyway. “Seungmin will love you no matter what, you know that right?” Jisung sighs, picking on his nails. Minho calls him again, gently. “Jisung.”

“I know,” he sighs, throwing his head back against the back of the couch.

“So you will listen to me — oh, look, people are leaving the meeting room now. Okay. Jisung, send it now.”

Jisung balks. “What?”

“Send it to him now. Seungmin is at his cubicle already. We can leave early on Friday, remember? Send it now.”

“Um.”

“Jisung!”

“Okay!”

i know u said ure busy
i hope u arent anymore
come home soooon
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(Jisung grins wide when Minho texts him a minute later: he just left.)

Jisung knows Friday traffic is hell, especially around the time where office workers leave at the same time as school ends and hagwon begins. He knows this and yet he still waits in the living room, impatient as hell. It’s only been half an hour since Jisung had been left on read. Half an hour since Minho texted him that he has left. So if Jisung recalls correctly, Seungmin would have arrived in a few minutes.

And then he hears the front door open with a soft beep.

“Han Jisung,” he hears and Jisung immediately smiles, turning around to see his boyfriend. There Seungmin stands, still by the front door, face pinched and cheeks flushed. “Baby.”

“Hi, baby,” Jisung greets and does grabby hands at Seungmin to come closer. He does, taking off his coat and jacket while at it and rounds the couch to reach Jisung. Jisung eyes him up and down, sleeves rolled up and pants a little tight around his crotch. He leans down, kissing Jisung on the mouth before gently maneuvering him to lay down on his back and slots his knee between Jisung’s legs. When they part, Jisung grins, “I missed you.”

“You’re the devil,” Seungmin hisses, grabbing Jisung’s wrist to lead his hand down to his crotch. He’s hard. Good. Jisung’s pleased, so he gives it a little squeeze. “Baby,” Seungmin moans, dropping his head against Jisung’s shoulder. “Was this what you wanted?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, batting his eyelashes to feign innocence as he grounds the heel of his palm a little harder. Seungmin hisses on top of him before turning his head to mouth kisses along Jisung’s neck. “So you liked the picture?”

“What do you think?” Seungmin asks, sounding out of breath. He sits up, dragging his hand all over Jisung’s body and stops right at the waistband of his sweatpants. Seungmin’s eyes flicker up at him, eyes glazed. And all this from a dick pic he had agonized over for so long. Seungmin hooks his fingers in his waistband and licks his lips. “Are you still—?”

“Yeah,” Jisung mutters, “For you, baby.”

“Fuck,” Seungmin says, coming out strained and rough, and pulls it down slowly. Jisung hears the hitch in Seungmin’s breath when he catches sight of the lace, pink and pretty. “Just like in the picture. You're so beautiful.”

It’s stupid but Jisung’s heart soars, butterfly fluttering around his ribcage. It’s not like Seungmin has never said it before but to see Seungmin like this — at a loss for words, eyeing his body like he will devour him. He’s never seen someone look at him the way Seungmin’s looking at him, eyes wide and glazed over, pink in the face with want. All because of him. Him, him, him.

His sweatpants barely make it past his ass before Seungmin leans down and mouths at his cock over the lace.

Jisung, surprised, grinds against Seungmin’s mouth.

“S-Seungmin-ah, ah—” he manages to choke out, his hands coming down to grab onto Seungmin’s hair. Seungmin doesn’t stop his ministrations as he pulls his pants completely off him, leaving Jisung naked save for his ratty t-shirt and the lace panties. He gets all his words punched out of him when Seungmin decides then to push his knees up against his chest and mouths all the way down to his balls and then his hole. He gasps. “Seungmin.”

“So pretty. So pretty for me,” Seungmin says between sucking and licking at Jisung’s inner thigh. “Do you mind if I…?”

Jisung looks down at Seungmin, the picture perfect image of fucked out right between his legs. He swallows nervously.

“If you?”

He hears something tearing before he finally, finally feels the hot press of Seungmin’s mouth directly on his skin, around the head of his cock. He feels like he’s being lit on fire.

“Seungmin,” he whines, hand going back down to grab onto Seungmin’s hair, “you gifted me those—ah, ah.”

“I’ll get you more,” he says, popping off his cock. Jisung feels Seungmin’s finger circle his hole. Then, “All stretched out for me, huh?”

Jisung flushes when he realises that Seungmin’s looking at him, waiting for an answer. There’s still lube around his hole, seeing that he fingered himself right when he realised Seungmin was on the way home. Listen, he wanted to fuck immediately. Of course, he had prepared himself.

Jisung nods, embarrassed, and Seungmin smiles, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek.

“My poor baby, so desperate for a fuck, huh? What were you thinking while you fingered yourself for me?” Seungmin chooses then to push a finger inside him, making Jisung throw his head back and lets out a groan. “So loose,” he says to himself, mostly, as he slides another finger in immediately. Then another. “Baby—” he curls his fingers inside of Jisung and Jisung almost cries. “I asked you a question.”

“You, you—ah, you. Seungmin-ah, baby, please, please, please. I’m ready, please, fuck me—oh.”

Seungmin doesn’t even bother shrugging his pants off completely, only leaving his fly open to free his cock to nudge it against Jisung’s hole, pushing Jisung’s knees further apart. Jisung chokes out a breath as Seungmin leans forward, kissing him stupid, as he slowly pushes in.

“Jisung-ah, you’re so—” Seungmin whines against Jisung’s lips, “fuck, you’re unreal, you know that?”

“I love you,” Jisung gasps out, right as Seungmin’s hip meets his ass, fully sheathed in. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Seungmin.”

“Shit, I love you,” Seungmin groans out, waiting for a few minutes before he slowly pulls out and slams right back in.

“Seungmin-ah,” he chokes out, feeling the bruising grip Seungmin has on his hips as he continues to piston his hips, slamming into Jisung right where he needs. Jisung groans, shifting slightly to let Seungmin hit the bundle of nerves every time he thrusts inside.

Seungmin shoves Jisung’s shirt up around his chest and immediately latches onto his nipple, biting it slightly before circling his tongue around it.

“Baby,” he whimpers, arching up towards Seungmin’s mouth more, fingers tangling themselves in Seungmin’s hair. “More, more, more, please—”

He tugs Seungmin up by the hair for a kiss but they’re panting and gasping too much to kiss, settling for leaving open-mouthed kisses against each other, exchanging hot breaths.

Jisung’s too frazzled to even remember to touch his own cock until Seungmin reaches between their bodies to tug at his cock. He gasps into Seungmin’s mouth as he tightens his grip in his hair as Seungmin slams back in.

“So pretty for me, Jisung-ah. So perfect. So tight around my cock. My baby,” Seungmin grunts against his ear. He’s so hot like this; barely holding it together, a little strained and tight, hot and breathy. Strong, poised Kim Seungmin falling apart from fucking his boyfriend. Nevermind that Seungmin is still in his dress shirt and slacks as he fucks into a naked Jisung with his panties ripped off and nudged to the side. God, fuck.

Jisung knows Seungmin’s close when all that spills out of his mouth are ah, ah’s and a low and throaty fuck, fuck, fuck against his ear. Jisung manages to let his legs wrap around Seungmin’s waist and locks his ankles together behind his back.

“In me, in me, in me, baby please,” Jisung cries, begs, as Seungmin speeds up his strokes on Jisung’s cock, slick with precum. “Don’t you wanna, ah, breed me, Seungmin-ah? Fuck me ‘till I’m full?”

“Jisung, fuck.”

Seungmin chokes out a cry as he thrusts a few more times in succession before it turns sloppy. One more thrust and he’s groaning into Jisung’s mouth as he comes inside, warm and deep, hips pressed flush against Jisung’s ass.

“Come for me, Jisung-ah,” Seungmin pants, breath hot and wet, “You take me so well, don’t you, baby?”

“Yeah,” he answers, all dazed and fucked out, “Gonna—gonna cum—ha—”

He’s so so close as Seungmin continues to stroke his cock, thumbing at the tip. Slowly, he fucks his come back in his hole and Jisung rolls his eyes back, body spasming as he comes unravelled between them.

A dick pic made this happen. His dick pic.

Seungmin pants against Jisung’s throat and it takes them a while to get down from their high, but Jisung, still a little dazed, forces himself awake and reaches up to pat Seungmin’s head.

“Good puppy,” he chuckles, pressing kisses against Seungmin’s hair. He feels Seungmin mouth against his throat before he pushes himself up by his elbows and looks down at Jisung, glowing. He loves his boyfriend so much. “I love you.”

“You’re so foul,” Seungmin laughs, eyes disappearing into crescents as he leans back down to kiss Jisung, this time sweet and soft and gentle with a hand cupping his cheek. He pulls back slightly, foreheads pressed against each other. “I love you, too. But the next time you send me a nude in the middle of work, I’m just going to edge you until you pass out instead of—” he gestures towards them, his cock still very much inside of Jisung, “—this.”

Jisung laughs, wrapping his arms around Seungmin's neck and letting him pepper kisses all over his face until he feels warm all over; loved and content.

“Why would you threaten me with a good time, Seungmin-ah?”

Jisung wakes up the next day feeling full and sore, to no one’s surprise.

Seungmin’s cock is still in him, hard as a rock, but his eyes are still closed. Jisung grunts, pulling Seungmin’s hand closer across his middle and cuddles back against Seungmin’s broad chest. He’s about to drift back to sleep when his phone starts ringing and he groans. He doesn’t really want to move anytime soon but it never stops. And Jisung only knows one person in his life who is stubborn enough to still not hang up thirty seconds into an unanswered call.

With much difficulty, as in, without Seungmin’s dick slipping out of his ass, he manages to grab his phone by the side table, swipes right to answer and grumbles out a, “What?!”

“Wake up! Lunch!” He hears Minho screech. “Are you free? Drag Seungmin along.”

“What—oh,” he chokes out because Seungmin chooses right then to rock forward, arms tightening around Jisung’s middle as he noses against his neck. He laughs. “Oh. I can’t today, sorry—ah. Just had the dicking down of my life yesterday.”