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Jisung blinked his eyes sleepily, the morning light slipping through the gap in the curtains.
It was clearly still early, and he reached his hand across the bed to find Minho and snuggle back in. It was his birthday after all.
If ever there was a time he deserved to sleep in and have extra kisses, it was today.
But he frowned as his fingers met empty sheets, the rumpled fabric cold to the touch.
Minho was normally the first to wake, and on special occasions like this he usually found him sat next to him, two cups of coffee steaming away on the bedside cabinet, nose in a book as he waited for Jisung to finally stir.
Jisung sat up, rubbing his eyes to rid himself of the leftover sleep and grogginess.
Tilting his head slightly, he listened in case Minho was showering in the bathroom.
But there was nothing. Just silence.
“Jagi?” He croaked out, the deepness of his morning voice reverberating around the room.
Nothing.
No response.
Sliding himself from the bed, he grabbed a pair of sweatpants, deciding to head for the kitchen. Maybe Minho was in there making coffee.
He padded down the hallway, stifling a yawn as he went.
But when he reached the kitchen, he found it disappointingly empty.
What the hell was going on?
Had Minho forgotten it was his birthday and gone to the office?
Every year, they made it a point to never schedule any kind of work on their birthdays, instead choosing to spend the day together, either going out for a nice dinner together, or a day trip out somewhere.
Since their wedding, they’d even taken a few trips back to Italy, staying in the same hotel and reliving all the memories.
Jisung couldn’t help but feel a heat seeping through his skin as he recalled specific moments from their wedding night.
It had been five years now, but the memories of that night still brought a flush to his face.
Minho’s reaction when he’d found that lacey blue garter on his thigh, the way he’d pulled it off him with his teeth…
Jisung shook his head vigorously. Now was not the time to be thinking about that.
No. He needed to work out where the hell Minho had gone.
Realising he needed to grab his phone, he headed for the front room.
Some time ago now, they’d agreed to always leave them in there at night, having had far too many occasions of them getting pulled into working late at night, responding to emails and calls that really could have waited until morning.
He walked through the door, and instantly stopped at the threshold, all thoughts of his phone gone, jaw agape.
“Happy birthday Jagi”
Jisung’s gaze travelled over Minho’s form, complete disbelief at what he was seeing keeping his jaw unhinged.
He was knelt on the floor atop the plush rug, hands resting gently on his thighs, completely bare.
But that wasn’t what had Jisung shocked.
No. It was the thick pink and green ribbon wrapped around his body, tied in a neat bow over his chest.
“Minho….”
Minho cocked his head slightly, a mischievous grin coming over his face.
“You going to come and open your present or what?”
Jisung gasped a laugh, finally managing to close his jaw.
“You’re my present?” He asked, a smile stealing over his face as he took in the ribbon again, shining softly in the early morning sun.
“Mhm” came the response, the smile never leaving Minho’s face for even a moment.
Jisung grinned widely. He suddenly had the feeling he was going to have a very enjoyable birthday.
Minho’s fingers crept along the length of ribbon hanging from the bow, lifting it to hold out to Jisung as if in invitation.
Jisung finally moved, crossing the room in slow movements, very much enjoying the sight of Minho on his knees waiting for him.
Minho held the ribbon up to him, waiting patiently for Jisung to take it.
Jisung pinched the end between his index finger and thumb, rubbing the soft silky fabric between them, before pulling gently.
The ribbons slid across Minho’s body in increments, across his shoulders, his chest, his waist and his thighs, whispering silently against the skin.
When it had all come loose, Jisung dropped the end, the ribbons pooling loosely around Minho’s thighs.
“Best present ever” Jisung murmured, his eyes roving over Minho’s chest, now free from its bindings.
“We haven’t even started Jagi,” Minho huffed a laugh, trailing his hands up Jisung’s legs, coming to rest at his hips as he rose up onto his knees.
Jisung sucked in a breath as Minho’s fingers danced closer to his cock, willing himself to stay still, even as he pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants to draw him out.
“Are you ready for the next part of your present?” Minho asked, locking his eyes on Jisung’s as he started to stroke up and down his length.
“Yes-“ the word was barely out of his mouth before Minho sunk his onto him, lips wrapped tight around him.
Jisung’s hands clenched uselessly at his sides as Minho took him deeper, his tongue swirling around the head every time he drew back.
When he started to buck his hips forward, Minho moved back, teasing the head instead of allowing him to plunge deeper.
Jisung bit out a frustrated whine, and Minho chuckled lightly, moving to stand from the floor.
“Time for the rest of your present, Jagi, Minho smirked.
He guided Jisung to the couch, directing him kneel on it, facing the back.
He trailed feather-light kisses down Jisung’s spine, his hand reaching round to take Jisung’s cock in it once more.
As he started to pump up and down his length, Jisung jumped slightly at the wet press of Minho’s tongue at his entrance.
He whined as it sought deeper, and Minho’s hand started a punishing pace.
His thighs were starting to shake, heat building in his core as Minho brought him closer and closer to climax.
“Minho…” he whined, his hips pushing backwards against Minho’s tongue as he felt himself on the edge.
Minho flicked his wrist and thumbed over the slit of his cock, and Jisung let out a strangled cry as he spilled hot and fast into Minho’s waiting hand.
Before he had time to recover, Minho’s tongue was gone, replaced by the hand he had just soiled.
Minho quickly inserted two fingers, drawing a moan from Jisung as he fucked them into him, the stretch not as noticeable as normal after the assault with his tongue.
It wasn’t long before he added a third, brushing against the sensitive spot inside him, and Jisung could feel himself hardening again already.
Minho drew his fingers out, leaving Jisung feeling empty, stroking the remainder of his release down his own cock.
Minho placed his other hand gently on the back of Jisung’s neck, aligning the blunt head of his cock against Jisung’s entrance.
But instead of pressing in, he dragged it slowly up and down against him, sliding easily against his hole.
“Minho-ahh… Stop… Stop teasing,” Jisung huffed out.
“Sorry Jagi… You just look so good like this… Spread open for me and desperate”
Jisung’s face burned at the praise, and he wriggled his hips back against Minho’s cock, trying to encourage him to finally move.
Minho gave in, pushing his cock forward into Jisung with a moan.
Jisung gripped the back of the couch, arching his back slightly to meet Minho as he thrusted forward.
Minho’s hands gripped his waist now, holding him tightly as he pounded into him, the lewd sound of their skin slapping together filling the room.
Jisung felt the heat pooling low in his belly, and Minho’s stuttering hips signalled that he wasn’t far off himself.
“Fuck, Minho-ahh, I’m… Ahh!”
“That’s it jagi, come for me,” Minho whispered against his back.
Jisung shivered as the taut sensation inside him snapped, moaning loudly as he spilled onto the couch.
Minho let out a moan as he snapped his hips forwards once, twice, then finally he stopped, his chest shaking against Jisung’s back as his breaths warmed his neck.
“Happy birthday Jisung.”