귀여 (Cutie)

The party was dull. Minho wasn’t really disappointed, but rather surprised. It was Jacksons’s party, after all.The Jackson, whose name was known by any student who was even remotely interested in socializing with people in an informal setting and getting into funny and stupid situations with alcohol involved. Jackson hosted the best and most fun private events, where everyone could find a cocktail to their taste, a nook for heart-to-heart talk, a nook for eavesdropping on other people's heart-to-heart talks, and a partner for deep conversation or good sex. Minho mostly went to Jackson's parties to get updates on all the campus gossip and have casual sex. But this time there were no conversations worth listening to or hot guys to get into bed with. The party was dedicated to the fact that half of the exam period was already over, and all the students were mostly made of stress, lack of sleep and a desire to just get drunk and forget about exams for a while. Spreading rumors and having sex requires energy, which professors, like vampires, sucked out of everyone. Minho put his hand in the pocket of his leather jacket to find the half-opened pack of cigarettes and the lighter. He didn't want to go outside, it was too cold and windy there. Luckily, smoking in the window in the kitchen was not forbidden. As soon as he entered the dark space of the kitchen, Minho realized that he was not alone here. Someone was quietly sobbing in the darkness. Just like creepy children in horror films. Minho shuddered and immediately slapped his palm on the light switch by the door to get rid of the frightening associations. In the bright light, the secret of the sobs was revealed in the most trivial way. A rather cute guy was standing by the window, leaning his butt on the windowsill and crying, furiously wiping away his tears with the sleeve of his warm jumper. Judging by his swollen red eyelids, he had been doing this for quite some time. Also there was an open bottle of soju next to him. "What are you crying about?" Minho asked, calmly approaching. He opened the window a little, jumped onto the windowsill and inhaled cigarette smoke before continuing. "What happened? Did you break up with your girlfriend? Didn't pass an exam?" The guy shook his head, without removing his sleeve from his face. "You can tell me if it makes you feel better" Minho generously allowed, bringing the cigarette to his mouth again. He wasn't exactly a good shoulder to cry on, but kitchen talks at parties were sacred. The guy next to him took a shuddering breath, trembled, and finally opened his plump, bitten lips. "I... couldn't get close with anyone," he admitted quietly and burst into tears again. “So?” Minho asked, waiting for an explanation. The guy might not have been like a hot man from the magazine cover, but he was pretty, and even the most tired and screwed up students still had eyes. It couldn’t be for real that no one had paid attention to him the entire evening. “I never click with anyone at these… events,” he sounded so sad and devastated that Minho instantly forgot about his cigarette. “But then my roommate asked me to go with him, and I agreed. But when we got here, he went off somewhere with his friends almost immediately and left me alone. Everyone was chatting in small groups, I didn’t want to disturb them and didn’t know what to do. I tried to hit on some guy playing something on the console, but he…” the guy’s eyes filled with tears again. “Long story short, he didn’t say anything good about me. And I… I decided to have a drink. I hoped that it would make me feel better, but instead it made me feel worse. I was spiraling , thinking about that asshole's words again and again, I just couldn't get them out of my head. Maybe he really was right and I...” Minho pressed his cigarette into the mashed can filled with cigarette butts and shook his head. He wasn't ready for such emotional kitchen talk, but for some reason he wanted to calm the guy down and support him. “Look, whatever he said has nothing to do with you. He saw you for the first time in his life, what smart and reasonable thing could he say about you?” “But he told the truth about how others see me!” the guy objected hotly and finally took hands away from his red face. Now Minho looked at him more closely. Yes, he was really cute, with charming cheeks and an adorable mole near his nose. There were tears in his shiny boba eyes now, but Minho was sure that they were beautiful when they sparkled with joy. A barely noticeable network of expression wrinkles spoke of his frequent wide smiles. He was dressed, perhaps, not so fancy, but he still attracted attention: he was wearing a cozy jumper with some kind of dinosaur or dragon on the chest and large pins here and there, massive boots, knee socks and a fuckingskirt. A pleated plaid skirt that covered only his hips. It had a nice leather belt with many softly jingling chains, and Minho stared at his waist, trying to comprehend how tiny it was. “Well, for me personally you are cute, handsome, and honestly just hot as fuck,” Minho said, unsuccessfully trying to look anywhere but at his waist and bare knees. “And yet I still don't know your name.” The guy chuckled sadly. “Han Jisung,” he introduced himself, looking somewhere at his feet. “You don't really mean that, do you? You just want to cheer me up and support me, but... it’s not real. Every guy says that, and then…” “Then what?” “Well…” Jisung hesitated for a moment, bit his lip and then suddenly looked up directly at Minho. “Do you want to have sex with me?” “Yes.” He didn't think for a second before answering. The walls of the kitchen were still shaking with bass from the subwoofer in the next room, but the music faded into the background. A thick silence hung between them. Jisung was slowly digesting what he had just heard, and Minho kept glancing at his bare knees under the woolen fabric of his skirt. He wanted to touch them. And caress them. And maybe bite them, but it was too early to think about that. "Are you serious right now?" Jisung asked quietly. His expression was so complex that it was unbearably tempting to flick him on the nose. "Absolutely." Minho even nodded to reinforce his words. "You're pretty, sweet and cute. I like the idea of taking care of you. And it’s not just about wiping your tears away.” Jisung's expression immediately became even more complex, but now instead of mistrust, there was worry and uncertainty written on his face. "Only if you want," Minho added immediately, finally discarding the image of an arrogant, unapproachable guy whose attention still had to be earned. Now Han had his full attention. And not just because of the skirt, waist, and knees. "I'm not pushing you, don't get me wrong. But I would like to spend the night with you. And for you it has to be a conscious decision..." Jisung chuckled, interrupting Minho's train of thought. His smile was also charming. "I have half a bottle of soju in my system, and you smell like you had beer too. What conscious decision are you talking about?" Jisung asked mockingly, and Minho couldn't come up with an answer. Han's eyes were indeed sparkling.

***

The massive boots laid haphazardly on the floor of the bedroom. The bass was still thundering, but now the speaker with the subwoofer was much further away and did not interfere with enjoying the soft wet sounds of kisses. Han was sitting on Minho's lap, and they were kissing like teenagers: somehow awkwardly, but deeply and passionately. Minho could finally touch, caress and squeeze the soft thighs, criminally hidden by the skirt, while he bit Jisung's charmingly plump lips and carefully explored his mouth with his tongue. Han moaned softly, clearly embarrassed by his sounds. He allowed to be kissed and caressed, but did nothing in response. He only timidly touched Minho's tongue with his own and tried to kiss back, but it did not work out very well. "You're tense," Minho noticed, pulling away. He licked his lips, collecting the mixed saliva, and Jisung tensed even more as he watched. “Is something wrong?” Jisung shook his head. “No. It’s fine,” he said, but the tension was noticeable even in his voice. “I’d like to continue.” Minho exhaled loudly and quickly looked over his partner with an attentive glance. Han didn't look scared, only worried and obviously aroused. He bit his lips, but didn't try to escape the touch. Minho slowly moved his hands higher, to the edge of his underwear, and Jisung gasped, moving towards the palms caressing his hips. Apparently, he really liked everything. Then where was the tension coming from? "Hannie," Minho called softly and affectionately, "do you want to top or bottom? Which do you like better?" Jisung's face seemed to be as vivid and expressive as those of Disney characters. In a few seconds he managed to look surprised, blush slightly, smile shyly, look up at Minho, turn pale, open his mouth to say something, close his mouth, mumble something incomprehensible and then cover his face with his hands. Minho could have admired him forever. "I don't know," Han answered with a hollow voice, "I'm not sure." "What do you mean?" Minho asked calmly, continuing to stroke his thighs gently.. "I’ve never been with anyone before." Oh. So that’s the problem. Minho’s hands froze, and Jisung tensed even more and shrank back, as if trying to make himself smaller. "And you’re sure you want your first time to be like this?" Minho asked. "With some random guy at a party?" "I’m twenty-one, I just want to get over my first time already," Jisung finally lowered his hands, letting them drop limply onto his knees, almost hitting Minho's forearms. "Besides, I think you’re better than any other random guy at this party." "Why’s that?" Minho tilted his head, trying to catch Han’s expression. "You chose me," Jisung answered simply, looking at Minho with a slightly confused smile, as if the answer was completely obvious. "You didn't push me when I hesitated. And said... that I’m cute.” "Youarecute, but I wouldn’t recommend giving your virginity to a guy just because he gave you a few compliments." “You’re asking me to make conscious decisions again.” Jisung chuckled. “Let me remind you that I’ve had half a bottle of soju, and I’m allowed to do stupid shit. Besides, you didn’t just shower me with compliments and drag me to bed. You actuallycare. I know you do, even if you don’t want to admit it. So if you have problems with getting hard for virgins, just say it outright. But don’t try to talk me out of it. I… I like you. And I want my first time to be with you. I trust you, Minho." Something in Minho’s chest quivered and crumbled. Jisung spoke so sincere that there was no doubt that he truly did trust him. He truly wanted this, wanted to open up to Minho in a way he’d never done to anyone before. It was flattering and unnerving at once, because now Minho would have to do his best to make sure it was good. He didn’t want Jisung to be disappointed in sex. But Minho just wanted to unwind… But then he glanced at those slender legs and bare knees, and immediately decided that it was worth it. He wanted to be between those perfect thighs. Maybe even more than once. “Idon’thave any problems with getting hard,” Minho grumbled with feigned irritation. "Already hard, honestly. How could Inotbe, looking at legs like these?" He lightly pinched his soft thigh, and Jisung let out a startled squeak. It sounded charmingly. Catching his disapproving look, Minho smirked, pressed a quick, light kiss to his soft lips and then continued. "Just relax. I’ll take care of you. And make you feel good." Jisung shivered. His pupils dilated, and he swallowed hard, his fingers digging into Minho’s shoulders. “Okay,” he said, his voice a little more hoarse. “Should I lie down or…” “Lie on your back. Can I take off your jumper?” “Actually I’d rather keep it on…” “Okay, no problem. Can I touch you under it?” “Yeah, you can touch me anywhere you want.” "Okay, good. Can you spread your legs a little wider for me? There you go, good boy. Now relax. I’ve got you." Jisung stretched out on the bed, clearly not knowing what to do with his hands. It looked so funny that Minho had to try hard to hide his urge to laugh. “You’re cute,” he said instead, taking Han’s hand. He brought the warm palm to his lips and gently kissed the thin, slightly trembling fingers. Jisung made a quiet, embarrassed sound, similar to a whine, and turned away. Minho, completely pleased with himself, continued to shower his hand with light kisses, gradually moving to his wrist. “Why are you doing this?” Han asked with completely unconvincing indignation, still looking away. Han was flushed and clearly flustered. “I want to make you feel good,” Minho replied and pressed a wet kiss to the soft skin of his wrist. “You don’t like what I’m doing right now?” “I do like it, but…” Jisung hesitated. “It's not sexy. I mean, well, it’s hot and everything, but it's not… sex.” “I’ve never heard such a complaint in bed before.” Minho couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s not a complaint! It’s just…” “Does it feel good? Do you like it?” Minho interrupted. Jisung nodded. “Then I’m doing everything right and it’s sex. I don't have to touch you between your legs to give you pleasure, Hannie. But we can get to that too, if you want. ” Jisung exhaled loudly, and Minho could finally feel his body relaxing. “Good boy,” Minho kissed his fingers again before letting go. Jisung immediately pressed his slightly damp palm against Minho’s cheek and gently stroked his cheekbone with his thumb. “Do you like what you see?” “Yeah, like a lot,” Han replied quietly. Minho broke into a smug smile, but he couldn't enjoy himself for long: Jisung's wet, shiny, parted lips looked too inviting. Now Han kissed him back, caution and uncertainty disappeared from his actions. He moaned softly when Minho caressed his tongue with his own, and every now and then he tried to close his legs, but only squeezed his strong torso with his knees. "Are you that excited from just kissing?" Minho asked playfully, slipping his hand under the fabric of the jumper. "Cute." A loud, disgruntled sigh was his answer, followed by a moan so loud that it seemed that it could be heard outside the room even through the loud music. Minho slowly circled the hard, swollen nipple with his fingertip and squeezed it again, catching another loud, uncontrollable moan from Han with his lips. “I wonder what noises you’ll make when I touch your dick,” Minho whispered between kisses. “When I put it in my mouth… Do you want to feel it?” “Mghm,” Jisung forced out a positive answer, breathing heavily. “I do want it. Please…” “Aww, are you afraid of cumming just from my hands on your chest?” Minho asked mockingly, grazing his nipple with his fingernail. Jisung closed his eyes and nodded. “You’re so sensitive… Cute.” “Everything is cute for you, huh?” Jisung was clearly trying to say it defiantly, but it came out somehow completely plaintive. "Not everything," Minho answered seriously. "Only my cats and you." Han threw his head back and breathed out a quiet “Fuck.” Minho laughed, amused by his own joke and filled with warm joy from watching Jisung squirm in his arms with pleasure. Leaving his chest and swollen nipples alone, he ran his palms down Han's sides and stomach, to his waist, wide waistband of his skirt and soft hips. "Can I take off your underwear?" Minho asked and immediately received an energetic nod in response. "And can I touch you between your legs?" "Yes, b-but only cock," Han replied and nibbled his lip. "If it’s okay and you don't mind..." “Anything is okay if it’s okay for both partners,” Minho patiently instructed, sliding his palms under the skirt. His heart sank with excited anticipation, as if he were doing something forbidden, but incredibly desirable “And it’s not okay to do anything they don't want to. If you want me to touch only your dick and nothing else, I'm touching only the dick. You understand?” “Yeah. Thank you.” Han inhaled sharply and obediently lifted his hips, allowing pull off his boxers. Minho took his time taking off his partner's underwear. He watched in fascination as the fabric slowly slid down Jisung’s legs, following the curves of his body, while Jisung quietly whined in embarrassment, but did not resist. When the boxers were finally tossed aside, Minho looked up and noted with a smile that the front part of the skirt had risen up due to the bulge in his groin area. Jisung was breathing heavily and cursing under his breath, clutching the blanket with his fingers, crumpling it in his fists. He did nothing, completely giving himself to his partner. "Cute," Minho said once again, unable to contain himself, and laughed quietly when he heard another "fuck" and a new stream of curses. He hoped that Jisung would say something to him, ask him to continue, but instead Han pouted like a disappointed hamster and simply waited for him to continue, probably as compensation for the inappropriate, embarrassing adoration. Minho couldn't deny that he deserved it. Placing his palms on Han's still obediently spread thighs, Minho first stroked his knees and then moved his hands higher, sliding under the hem of the skirt again, but now he felt only hot skin under his fingers. He moved lower and slowly ran his lips, wet from kisses, along the thigh. Jisung trembled under him and arched his back, letting out a soft moan. "Do you want me to do it with my hands or my mouth?" Minho asked, lifting the skirt higher. He felt like he was unwrapping a gift, long-awaited and beautifully decorated. “With your mouth,” Jisung breathed out barely audibly. The fabric of the skirt gathered in large folds at the waist, forming a soft pillow along with the jumper on his flat stomach. After exposing Han from the waist down, Minho saw even plumper thighs than he expected and a medium-sized dark cock with a neat, wet head. All the pubic hair had either been carefully shaved right before the party, or — Minho was afraid to think about it — waxed. Jisung definitely wanted to lose his virginity today, and Minho was more than happy to be the one in bed with him and admire this beauty. “If you say the word ‘cute’, I will choke you off,” Jisung warned muffled, but very threateningly. To hide from embarrassment, he covered his face with his hands again. Minho put an innocent smile on his face. “But you really do look cute.” “It's my dick!” “It's cute.” “You're an idiot.” “And you're cute.” “I'll definitely choke you off.” “If you do it with your thighs, I’ll handle it with pleasure.” Han cried out in frustration and embarrassment. Minho couldn't wait to taste him. Big glistering bead of precum on the tip of his cock was too attractive. His own almost painful erection was making it hard to think about anything other than what was between the legs of the aroused guy lying underneath him, but Minho forced himself to start small. Slightly moving away from the groin, he kissed Jisung's charming knee, and then lightly bit the skin on it. "You definitely have some weird ideas about how sex works," Han said with a heavy sigh, but now there was some kind of resignation in his voice. "But do you like it?" Minho clarified. "I do. But it's still weird." "Kissing knees? I think kissing your partner's entire body is hot and arousing, as long as it feels good and pleasant for both of you." "It feels good, but awkward," Han admitted, biting his lip again. "It's okay, you'll get used to it," Minho patted his bare thigh encouragingly. "With such gorgeous legs, you'll definitely get used to it." Jisung didn't answer. His expression changed dramatically: now he looked sad and he tried unsuccessfully to hide it by turning his head to the side. “Did I say something wrong?” Minho asked with worry, but Jisung only shook his head. “Then… I’ll continue?” “Yeah, just… just keep going,” Jisung said quietly. Minho paused, debating whether he should stop or continue as Jisung asked. After a moment he decided that it would be better to stop mid-process if he felt that something was off than to demand an explanation from Han right now and ruin his first time completely. He gently pressed his lips to Jisung’s knee again. Then he kissed it a little higher, and again – even higher. Minho enjoyed the softness of Jisung’s thighs, the tenderness of his skin here, very close to his crotch, and the quiet sighs that made him try even harder to give more pleasure and hear more uncontrollable moans as a reward. Finding himself between Jisung's legs, Minho could hardly restrain the urge to spread his asscheeks to look at his tight hole and lick it and put his tongue inside. But he knew he was only allowed to touch Han’s cock this time, and he wasn't about to break his lover’s trust. At first he softly pressed his lips to the balls, then kissed his shaft at the very base. Jisung gasped loudly. Minho smiled, feeling the smugness blooming in his chest and continued to cover Jisung's most intimate parts with light kisses, only occasionally touching the skin with the tip of his tongue. Soon Han became noisy again, losing himself in pleasure, moaning, whining, sobbing, and cursing under his breath in what seemed like several languages ​​at once. He was still clutching the blanket in his hands, though Minho would have preferred to feel his fingers in his hair. Actually he would have preferred to do many things differently right now, but it was also... interesting, to say the least. Minho continued to tease Jisung with kisses, waiting for him to ask for more or for his hands to guide his head to where he wanted to feel him the most. Han did none of this, laying completely submissive, accepting exactly what was given to him. But after another wet kiss very close to the leaking head, he pushed his hips towards the lips that caressed him there and sobbed so pitifully that Minho was momentarily afraid that he had gone too far. “I'm sorry, so sorry, I didn't mean to,” Han began to mutter quietly, barely catching his breath. “I couldn't hold back…” “It’s okay, baby. You did nothing wrong,” Minho didn't notice the tender nickname that had just escaped his lips. “You don't need to hold back. Tell me what you want.” Jisung closed his eyes and remained silent for a few seconds. “I want... more than kisses,” he began quietly and hesitantly. “I want your tongue. And your mouth.” “Such a good boy,” Minho praised him and immediately took his glistering head into his mouth, finally tasting him. Jisung cried out in pleasure and pressed his hand to his mouth. Minho began to move his head slowly, taking him deeper each time. He helped himself with his hand, holding and lightly stroking the base of his cock, and with his tongue he circled the head, then lightly pressed the tip of his tongue against the urethra. Jisung reacted so vividly that Minho couldn’t help but be touched by his sensitivity. Jisung pushed his hips forward, arched his back, tried to put his palm on Minho’s cheek, but immediately pulled his hand away, and moaned so loudly that there was no doubt that he could be heard over the music. “More, more…” he whispered in a breaking voice. “Yes, just like that! Fuck, here… Please, please, more!” Minho, expecting his orgasm, swallowed the cum without much difficulty and licked his cock clean to make sure he got every last drop. "Oh," Jisung breathed out, looking at the ceiling with a blank look. "Wow. You’re... wow." Minho burst out laughing. "Very insightful review, thank you" he teased, but immediately his tone became serious. "Did you like it?" "Oh yeah. Definitely.” Apparently Jisung's brain was only capable of producing short sentences at the moment. Which, however, said better than any words that he had great sex. Minho lowered the hem of his skirt, regretfully covering his plump hips and spent cock. Then he stretched out next to Jisung, looking at him. His own jeans were still painfully tight, but he tried to ignore the feeling. Jisung, looking so relaxed, breathing heavily, with a shiny track of sweat on his temple, was so attractive that Minho wanted to admire it forever. Or at least as long as possible. “You haven’t come,” Han noted and turned to face him. “I can… do something for you.” “What do you want to do?” Minho asked with a smile, already knowing that he would refuse the offering anyway. “Jerk you off?” Jisung offered uncertainly. “I can also try to suck you off, but I’m not sure…” “Doyoureally want it?” Minho interrupted him. “Do you have the energy and desire to do it?” Jisung lowered his gaze guiltily. “No. Well, I mean, I have the desire, but I don’t have enough energy. But I really can…” “Let’s do it next time,” Minho suggested and smiled, meeting Han’s surprised and slightly wary gaze. “What?” “What do you mean?” he asked tensely. “What next time? When?” “Hmm, let’s see… When do you have free time? I'm free on Wednesday after the first two classes, and also on Friday evening. Theoretically, I could skip some classes to meet you.” “Are you serious right now?” Han asked quietly and clearly unbelieving. As if he expected that Minho would laugh in his face any moment. “Are you asking me out? Like, on a date? Or… no, wait, sorry, I misunderstood…” “You understood everything correctly,” Minho said with a sigh and covered Jisung’s adorable cheek with his palm. “Han Jisung, I want to ask you out on a date. I want to get to know you better. Sober. And choose more... appropriate for a communication environment.” “What if you don’t like me in more appropriate for a communication environment.?” Han asked with a small smile. It was obvious that the question was bothering him, but not that much. “We’ll still have the option of being friends with benefits,” Minho answered easily. “You’re cute, and I like you. And you make me feel good in bed.” “No, you definitely have some weird kinks,” Jisung said, smiling widely and blushing slightly. “I do, like anyone. But I don’t have a virginity kink. I really just like you, that’s all.” Minho tried his best to sound sincere and really hoped that it would work, that Jisung would hear him and believe him. And he did. “Then on Wednesday I’m all yours,” Han smiled so brightly that Minho’s heart fluttered in his chest. “Now… maybe we could go for a little walk, hm?”