Fics like more than words

The feelings playing behind his hyung’s dark eyes look so raw, so sincere that Jisung’s chest starts to ache, and he simply blurts out the truth. “I can’t get off.” Minho’s eyes widen a bit, and he blinks. Once, twice, three times. His gaze flickers to the chair Jisung is sitting on, and he can’t help but snicker under his breath despite his rapidly growing embarrassment. “No, hyung. I mean—” He has to clear his throat. “I mean, I can’t get off. Like, sexually. I can’t come.” Silence. Minho’s blinking some more, mouth opening slightly, but no words come out. Jisung knows he is blushing; his cheeks feel warm, and now he can’t stop himself from continuing. “With you.” Something inexplicable runs across Minho’s face, and Jisung shuts his eyes before uttering the last words. “In the apartment. I can’t get off with you in the apartment.” or: Minho and Jisung move in together, and Jisung can't jerk off with Minho in the apartment. Minho lends him a helping hand (or two).

Fics like more than words

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