be aggressive (horny)

      today is minho's only day off this week. working in a large company in a fairly high position requires constant presence in your place and close monitoring of how the rest of the hard workers of the class are coping a little lower.        and how tired he was of this shit.       after all, even twelve hours are not complete without some important call, which, as the opponent on the other end of the wire assures, decides the fate of several millions won. well, bitch, buying curtains in the supply department will require a lot of money from them? they just need to piss off minho.       and they do it.        - yes? lee minho is listening, — the man rolls his eyes. how do you want to calmly go to the toilet in silence or cook a meal with pleasant music, and not under the tedious voice of some employee.       he just wanted to spend the day with his baby, lie on their bed for half a day, watching anime and discussing funny stories, and then go for a walk somewhere. but he can only lie down in the steam room, and it turns out to discuss with colleagues only some information that is not of particular importance. why can't these foreheads live a day without his clear instructions and a minute-by-minute plan?       – hello, this is yukayo nakagawa, the finance department is bothering you, – the phone rings, and minho tries to figure it out. he couldn't make out a couple of words, so he thoughtfully inhales and exhales into the tube.        – is this the japanese branch? if yes, then call me back again, you will be redirected to christopher, he will help much better than me, — minho tries to explain in damn broken japanese.        but, apparently, the interlocutor also does not understand him and continues his tirade.        – do you understand me? – he's trying to speak english. usually, other branches located outside korea are handled by chan, which is why minho wasn't too worried about his knowledge of A2 in japanese and A1 in english.       — yes, i understand, — yukayo says, and then forgets about minho's hint and reads in her native language even faster. – that's why we need these...        but this day has already brought minho so much that he is not holding back.              — i'm going to shove this money up your ass, you bastards! — he throws the words roughly, almost releasing a jet of poison remotely into yukayo's throat. – fuck you! call christopher and forget my number forever, bitch.       he furiously presses the red button on the display, dropping the call and throwing the phone on the bed. how he misses his boy right now, this cute little kid next to him, the fact that all his anger and aggression after hugs turn into pacification, and not into a disorderly excitement, from which his temples are pounding.        minho is breathing heavily, his hands are tightly clenched into fists, nails dig into the skin of his palm with such force that veins protrude on his hands and crescent moon prints appear.        the phone makes itself felt again, notifying the man about a new notification. and before smashing his mobile phone against the wall, he thinks about looking at the sender, and promises himself that if there is at least one letter "w", which begins the name of the chat with colleagues, Minho will do everything he thought about.       but the device seems to be spinning the wheel of fortune, and it's incredibly lucky because minho doesn't regret giving the phone a chance. "han-i baby" *sent a photo" hyung! check it out, a new form has been issued) minho taps on the notification, going to their kakao-talk's chat.       and how damn good his new uniform looks.        jisung got a job in a coffee shop about six months ago. there he earns extra money in his spare time, while in his second year. minho himself has already graduated from university for three years, so he has been working in his specialty for a long time. "you" fuck, baby, when I saw the messages from you, all the aggression turned into excitement. what are you doing to me?        jisung looked sexy in everything in principle, but the favorite in clothes that fit his boyfriend well, minho had aprons.        his work apron was a deep green color and so perfectly emphasized the waist due to a wide belt. at home, his apron was special.              it depicted a pumped-up male torso in only underwear, but underneath it was a miniature body with a soft tummy and rounded buttocks that were not covered with something. "you" what are you doing now? "han-i baby" I'm sitting on a chair and waiting for the manager, everyone has already dispersed, it remains to close the door. "you" will you sit on my face too? you can change your uniform to a homemade apron, you look cute in this. "han-i baby" lino! i'm still at work! "you" this job fucked me today so much that i don't want to hear this word. would you stand the ride in my tongue? i will hold your hips so that you can't get up a millimeter, and sit as if on a chair. i want you to sit full weight, will you strangle me with your thighs? they are so adorable "han-i baby" hyung, please stop i have to go home on the bus, be patient for half an hour and don't write me any obscenity. "you" honey, i called a taxi. my tongue can't wait to fuck your hole. will you jump on my face? it's going to be very good, baby, i promise. fuck, i promise that i will fuck you so hard that all week you will remember me when will sittiing somewhere. for every fucking call from my work. i'll fuck you like a whore, get ready, i'll take you all night. "han-i baby" hyuuuung... my undies are already wet enough that the stain can be seen even on my pants the taxi has arrived, i beg you, we will continue at home       minho could have sworn that jisung was whining while he was reading this. oh, this charming habit of whining like a puppy when he likes something has always brought the elder to the point of non-return.       🚕 as soon as the door opens, jisung is pinned to the nearest wall. he cries out in surprise, while minho pushes his knee between his legs and presses, finding his neck with his lips.        – wait, wait, minho, – the guy unsuccessfully tries to stop the guy. he bites the tender skin, passing over the wound with his whole tongue, and leaving a wet strip.        – these fuckers have been pissing me off all day, – he alternates words with kisses, putting his hands behind jisung's back and finding a place for them on his buttocks, crushing his beloved halves. – i wanted to hug you more than anything in the world at that moment, but now it's too late.       he penetrates under the elastic band of his pants, stroking the younger's forms and finally pulls away from his neck. jisung's head is thrown back and he rests the back of his head against the wall, opening up a lot of territory for minho to mark.        – look at me.              jisung obeys, lowering his gaze directly into the cat's eyes opposite. he doesn't seem to see anything because of the excitement, but struggles to make eye contact. he loves jisung's beautiful eyes so that makes minho drown in them.        falling at random to their beloved lips, they lower their eyelids, succumbing to each other. everyone answered with pleasure, interlacing their tongues and running them over the even rows of teeth. the kiss gained momentum more and more, moving from sensual to full of passion and unquenchable desire.       hands slowly climbed under the last layer of clothing and parted the buttocks. jison trying to move towards the coveted fingers, which now circled the edge of the hole, but only harassed himself by driving his penis along the older's knee between his legs.        – hyung, please, — jisung whimpered, biting his charming lips, which turned red a couple of shades due to the duration of their torment.        — let's go, — minho replies, pulling away and grabbing his hand.       their route consists of two points: corridor - living room. the boy manages to take off his sneakers just before following his beloved.        minho sits down on the sofa, pulling the still standing jiung closer by the hips.       with one jerk, he pulls down his pants along with his underwear to the level of his knees, crouching down to the pelvic bones and biting them with special love. his boy is so skinny that it seems if he fucks him deeper than ever, the head will stick out just below the navel.       with one hand he wraps around Jison's penis, and with the other he covers the head. he has seen it many times in porn, but he has never had the opportunity to try it, so now he, holding the organ in one position, begins to circle the sensitive part with his palm at a fast pace.        jisung's knees buckle, he manages to grab minho by his broad shoulders and cover his mouth a second before falling to the floor.        – nice? – the older asks, catching someone else's gaze.       tears glisten on jisung's eyelashes, and he nods convulsively. the hips involuntarily push towards stimulation, and the legs tremble when the guy approaches orgasm.       but they are not allowed to achieve this by squeezing the base.       — i don't think it's nice to do it standing up, — minho says, releasing jisung and lying down on the sofa. – sit down, baby, —he points to his face.        han carefully gets rid of the clothes hanging from her ankles. it's incredibly awkward when he's sitting on a man's chest, not daring to complete the journey.       — sit down,– minho repeats louder.       – w-wait, minho, if i do something w-wrong.. — jisung stutters until he is interrupted.        – i said, sit down, – the older chews syllables, squeezing the guy's hips with force. – sit down with all your weight, as if on a chair, and give yourself maximum pleasure with the help of my tongue, – and abruptly pulls on yourself.       jisung twitches and tries to pull away when the wet tip passes along the edges of the hole. a rough blow falls on the right buttock, and a strangled squeal is heard from above.       – shout, baby, don't you dare drown out all these beautiful sounds. let them hear in this fucking company how lee minho spends his only day off, — the man exhales, blowing hot air over jisung's sensitive skin.       his cute hole convulsively shrinks and requires attention. and who is Minho to deny her that?       he licks widely, bites the sensitive edges and wraps the ring in a circle. he works hard, wanting to give the younger one crazy feelings and more pleasure.       jisung, without noticing it, tries to penetrate deeper, running his tongue over minho with increasing amplitude. he is no longer shy, losing all sobriety of reason, whimpers with pleasure and sits down with all his weight, squeezing his knees, which stand on both sides of the older's head, feeling how pleasure fills every cell of his body.       the walls easily give in, skipping the tongue, which surprises minho a little.       — so that's what you were doing in the shower this morning, — the man grins, inserting one finger up to the knuckle, meeting no resistance. – did you like going to work stretched? did you want me to drive you right after you got home? you're so lucky, baby, your hole is very happy.       jisung whines, trying to pull away from excessive stimulation, but someone else's hand holds him tightly, not allowing him to move a millimeter, adding another finger in parallel.       minho roughly pushes them apart, touching the tips of the prostate.       – do you want to faint from pleasure? i can arrange it for you, honey.        the younger one can't squeeze out something besides moans and other sounds of pleasure. eyes roll up while jisung is experiencing extraordinary pleasure.       – answer when I ask, – the red outline of the palm blooms on the buttock, and the fingers inside freeze.       — yeah..yeah!! – han stands up with another blow, and his tongue involuntarily falls out of his mouth. — please, hyung, i really, really need this.        minho grins, pushing his fingers with renewed vigor, but putting his other hand on the penis already. today he will destroy it.       pre-ejaculate has been dripping from the forgotten organ for a long time and the older is sure that a puddle has appeared on his chest. his boy flows so well from any touch of hyung.       he circles the head with his palm several times, collecting natural lubricant, after which he focuses his attention on the crack. he rubs it with the pad of his finger and sometimes runs it along with a nail.       a shiver runs through jisung's entire body. he shudders in convulsions that go through his whole body in jerks, whimpers and bends.       and then lee uses a forbidden technique. something that will make jisung end up end as a person.       he runs his tongue along the stretched rim, spreading his fingers in the manner of scissors and thrusting a nimble and moist muscle inside.       – minho! — jisung shouts, rolling his eyes. — i'm coming soon, soon, please, minho, i need to cum, — he whines like a puppy, not knowing which way to succumb.       — well, i don't know, — minho replies, stopping any movement. – will you ask, baby? you know how to do it, don't disappoint hyung.       jisung nods, shaking his head up and down like a madman.       — please, hyung, please! i want to cum, i beg you, let me, please, — he begins to cry from the acute sense of discomfort caused by the lack of discharge. — hy-uuu-ng, i'm going to explode, please, only you will help me.       – well, well, baby, don't cry, – he comfortingly licks the rim of the anus. — come on, han–i, try and cum as much as you can.       he abruptly begins to stimulate all sensitive points, rubbing against the crack of the penis and with his fingertips, pressing on the prostate.        and then jisung can't stand it. he sobs loudly and whines from the long-awaited orgasm, shaking his whole body on someone else's face while drops of sperm cover minho's torso. he seems to lose consciousness for a couple of seconds, managing to rest his hands on his chest upon his return.       – baby, are you with me? — minho asks softly, holding someone else's trembling hips.        – y-yes.       – is everything all right? did I over do it? – to this, jisung only shakes his head negatively.       – hyung, what about you? – jisung wants to help minho as much as he does him.— i cummed when you started begging, —he grins, watching someone else's reaction. – but don't worry, i got nine more calls.