Feathers And Carnations BONUS SCENE

*this is the scene that faded to black in the cabin, if you don’t want to read spice, don’t read this bonus 😂

The air rushed from his lungs and the world blurred. His back hit the floor, his wrists pinned down by heavy hands.

Another crack of lighting, and the pair froze.

Minho’s face was mere inches from Jisung’s as they caught their breath, their eyes locked. The raging storm outside matched the racing hearts inside.

Jisung’s mind was blank. Everything seemed to fade away except for Minho. He wasn’t sure if he was breathing. They stared at each other. Something akin to excitement rippled through his being as Minho’s eyes flicked down to his lips.

Kiss me.

Minho took in a sharp breath and started pushing himself up. “I probably shouldn’t-“

Jisung cupped Minho’s face and pulled him down, lifting himself up to meet halfway, and cautiously brushed their lips together in a ghost of a kiss. The touch was barely there, but it sent tingles and sparks through his body.

That was all the confirmation he needed. Minho’s hand traveled to the back of Jisung’s neck, pulling him closer tenderly as their lips molded together. Minho lightly tugged at Jisung’s hair, angling his head up and giving himself full access to deepening the kiss.

Jisung’s mind grew hazy as heat built up between them, and he dug his fingers into Minho’s soft hair. Their pace steadily increased, losing themselves in each other.

Jisung didn’t realize they were moving until his back was against the floor, but he didn’t care, instead reveling in the feeling of Minho and the way his body was reacting to him. Minho’s other hand snaked up to rest at the base of Jisung’s throat, and then he pushed him down, raising his head, just a little.

“Breathe, love,” he whispered, briefly meeting Jisung’s eyes.

Holy shit.

Jisung’s head fell back when Minho’s lips suddenly met the skin of his throat just below his jaw. He tried to focus on catching his breath, but he was having a hard time with the mouth on his skin trailing down at an agonizingly slow pace.

His body jolted slightly, and his heart skyrocketed. “Minho,” he murmured.

Minho raised his head in order to meet his eyes. “Are you okay, love?”

I need to breathe, geez. Jisung couldn’t believe this was happening, and he had to stare into Minho’s dark eyes to bring himself back into focus. “I’m okay…” He lightly kissed Minho’s lips. “You’re just going too slow.”

A smirk grew on Minho’s handsome face. “Too slow? Yet here I thought you were having a hard time breathing.”

“Min-” Jisung bit back a pathetic sound as the don’s lips attached to his again, his hand slipping under the edge of Jisung’s shirt.

Their bodies and tongues were tangled together, heat building between them after weeks of tension. And they both quickly realized they needed more.

Minho’s fingers went further up Jisung’s shirt as he kissed his neck again. “Do you want this?” Minho murmured against his skin.

He didn’t need to ask what Minho meant. “If you do, yes,” Jisung answered breathlessly.

“Tell me the moment you change your mind.”

Jisung’s response was cut off with a gasp as Minho’s lips attached to his throat again and moved slowly but intensely, like he was savoring every taste. Finally a bit frustrated, Jisung tried pulling him back into a proper kiss.

Minho pushed him down again, this time more harshly. “Don’t be a brat, Jisung,” he warned softly. “If you’re patient, you’ll get exactly what you need.”

“You’re the worst.”

The quipped words only fueled the fire burning between them, and their lips and bodies crashed together once again. Jisung let out a quiet moan as Minho bit his lip, and Minho took his chance to take complete control of the kiss and of Jisung.

Moments later, he was on his feet, carrying Jisung with him and kissing him again as they moved across the cabin and into the bedroom.

The moment they were inside, Minho kicked the door closed, and Jisung pulled back from their heated kiss with a sharp, surprised breath when his back hit the door. His legs curled around Minho’s waist tighter, and his head hit the wood behind him at the feeling of lips and teeth nipping and sucking the skin just below his collarbone.

“You drive me crazy, Jisung,” Minho let out, his breath fanning over the mark he just left.

A pleasant shiver danced up Jisung’s spine, and all he could seem to do was lace his fingers deeper into Minho’s hair. It didn’t take long for the don to return his attention to Jisung’s skin.

Jisung’s body was overheating, his mind growing a little fuzzy, and as Minho finished leaving another love bite, his hips jerked forward, a reaction Jisung had hardly any control over.

Minho pulled away, burning eyes meeting his love’s gaze with a small smile. His hands ran up along each side of Jisung’s waist, teasingly lifting his shirt a fraction. “So pretty,” he said quietly, almost more to himself than to the world.

It took a few seconds for Jisung to focus and regain the ability to speak properly. “I don’t know if I’ve ever been this affected by a makeout session before,” he joked, swollen lips quirking up.

The smile that grew on Minho’s lips was fond and soft. “That better be the case.” He placed a small peck on each of Jisung’s cheeks, making him let out a nearly silent giggle. “I plan on making you forget everyone else you’ve ever been with, darling.”

Jisung caught Minho’s face in his hands. “I like you so much.”

Minho chuckled. “I might have guessed, baby.”

Jisung wrinkled his nose playfully. “Ew.”

With a light shake of his head, Minho laughed and moved in to kiss Jisung again. The kisses were slower, softer than the previous ones. They were memorizing each other, admiring each other through this silent language.

As it grew more heated, Jisung abruptly pulled back, and Minho seemed to be in sync with his thoughts, lifting Jisung’s shirt from his body and tossing it off to the side. He didn’t have time to feel shy and exposed, instead focusing on biting back sounds dancing from his lungs as Minho’s hands roamed his torso, massaging him as their tongues danced together frantically. Lightning flashed bright through the room, and the rumble of thunder that followed seemed to add fuel to the fire.

Minho’s hold suddenly tightened and his hips rolled forward.

The sensation of their bodies crushing together in all the right places had Jisung’s head falling back once again. “Shit,” he breathed out harshly, arms falling over Minho’s shoulders.

“Alright?” the mafia don asked, lips still ghosting over the hot skin he was decorating.

“Yes, don’t stop,” Jisung replied, ignoring the slight blush of embarrassment that rose to his cheeks.

“Good.” Minho continued brushing kisses along his lover’s neck. “If you say no or stop, I will stop right away. Or you can use colors, or a safeword. Tell me what you need, love.”

Emotion welled up in Jisung’s lungs. Partial shock and complete joy from having this moment with the one he was falling for, and gratitude and relief from the care and consideration he was being shown in this intimate moment.

“I like to use colors. What about you?”

“Colors work.” Minho gave him a sweet peck on the lips. “Color?”

Jisung grinned. “Green. Green all the way.”

“Good boy.”

Before a response could be thought of, the room blurred, and Jisung landed on the bed with a surprised laugh.

Once again their lips crashed together, stealing Jisung’s breath away. His fingers ran down Minho’s chest and curled around the don’s shirt. A silent request that was granted.

Jisung found himself staring at Minho’s body for more than one reason. His golden skin was toned and sculpted beautifully, but among the beauty, scars twisted and carved along his body. Some were deep, some were fading. All made Jisung’s heart hurt.

Minho was watching him carefully, and he leaned back on his heels to allow Jisung to sit up.

Jisung lightly traced a scar that ran along Minho’s chest and over his left shoulder, making the don shiver slightly. He wanted to heal these scars of the past.

Minho’s breathing shuddered when Jisung gently kissed all along the scar. His lips remained soft and gentle as he kissed scar after scar, as if promising to fix them.

Emotions high, hearts racing, bodies wanting, the couple explored each other slowly until their desire grew beyond need.

Jisung was pulled into Minho’s lap, their lips locked in a passionate dance. The intensity grew once again, and this time words didn’t push against the current.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Jisung’s hips slowly began moving. A subtle roll forward a few times. Small, unsteady breaths forced their way free from his mouth as the friction between their bodies grew and turned his mind into mush.

Minho smirked against his open mouth. “Getting needy already? We’ve only been going for thirty minutes.”

“That’s way too long,” Jisung managed, his voice holding a hint of frustration.

Minho’s hands gripped his hips almost harshly, forcing his movements to stop. “I like to take my time. You must learn patience, Jisung.” His teeth nipped his ear, making Jisung squeak slightly, and his body jolted.

“Now be good and say please.”

Something about the tone lacing Minho’s voice, commanding yet gentle, made Jisung’s entire body explode in tingles and sparks. “Please.”

The moment the whispered word escaped, Minho guided Jisung onto the bed, pinning his wrists on either side of his head. He sucked a spot below his jaw harshly, and when his knee suddenly pressed between Jisung’s legs, a moan broke past of Jisung’s parted lips. His head spun with want, and his body instinctively moved, his hips pushing down to meet the knee pushing  against him.

Minho grinned wickedly and he began pushing his knee down in a slow rhythm, in turn causing sweet gasps and moans to fall from Jisung’s mouth.

“Minho,” Jisung gasped, desperation seeping into his foggy mind.

Another flash and a crack of thunder.

“What is it, love?” Minho teased, licking up Jisung’s neck, making him squirm.

Jisung couldn’t care about anything like dignity at this point. “I need you. Please.”

“You said please,” Minho hummed quietly, slowly moving his knee away. “So your wish is my command.” His fingers slowly curled into the waistband of Jisung’s pants, and their eyes met.  “Color?”

Jisung’s breath hitched. “Green.” He automatically lifted his hips as Minho pulled his pants and boxers down at the same time, exposing his body and the obvious desire coursing through him. Fire pooled in his cheeks as Minho’s eyes wandered over him. Not very many had seen him naked and vulnerable like this, and it was nerve-wracking every time.

Minho swallowed hard. “You’re absolutely beautiful.” He sounded breathless, which only made Jisung blush harder. Minho leaned over him and kissed him softly. “Can I touch you?”

And Jisung was surprised he didn’t melt into a puddle of goo right then and there. “Yes.” Embarrassment flushed through him as a soft sound much too similar to a whine slipped free as Minho’s hand reached his erection. His hips stuttered forward, chasing the pleasure shooting through his body.

Minho kissed Jisung hotly, swallowing the sounds spilling from him as his hand slowly moved along his length. “So pretty,” he let out, biting at his bottom lip.

Jisung let out a sound of protest when Minho sat up, moving away from him completely.

“Be patient for me, love. I want you to enjoy this, we can’t rush.” Minho got off the bed. “Don’t move.” He crouched down and pulled something out from under the bed. A small bag.

“What is it?” Jisung asked, nervous for an unknown reason.

Minho laughed slightly. “Seungmin is tired of our antics, but he’s generous nonetheless. He gave me these supplies a few days ago.”

Jisung’s jaw dropped as Minho emptied the bag onto the bed. Condoms and lube fell in a small pile. An unsteady laugh bubbled from his chest. “That guy is unreal.”

“Agreed. And he saved our asses. Or I guess he saved your ass.”

Jisung blushed again, and it didn’t take long for Minho to crawl over him again.  After a few more reassuring kisses, Minho opened the bottle of lube and began pouring some onto his hands.

“Where are you at, love?” He asked quietly, eyes glued to Jisung’s.

Jisung couldn’t help smiling. “I’ll tell you when I’m no longer in the green, I promise.”

“Good boy.”

Jisung didn’t bother hiding the moan that escaped when Minho’s mouth tangled with his and his hand wrapped around his dick once again. The lubrication made him more sensitive to the stimulation he was receiving, and he rocked his body forward in time with Minho’s movements.

His body jerked forward harshly and abruptly, and his crotch met Minho’s, making the don groan lowly and pull back.

Eagerly, Jisung reached forward, and he didn’t need to ask permission as Minho was already sitting back and removing the rest of his clothes. The moment they were discarded, both men were on each other, hands exploring, breaths mixing, hearts racing.

The raging storm outside matched the fire burning between their bodies, and they rolled over a few times, getting lost in each other’s touch and allowing passion to take over completely. Hands dug into hair, tongues and teeth clashed, hips rolled and pressed together.

It didn’t take long for Jisung to be pinned down, a panting mess as Minho grinded down on him, making his head spin at the pleasure from the simple yet filthy act of having his member sliding against Minho’s.

His fingers dug into the back of Minho’s neck. “Fuck,” he hissed, trying to clear his vision.

“Language, Ji,” Minho teased, roughly licking along his jaw. “Would you find your release with this simple touch?” He whispered, digging his hips down hard, instantly drawing a pleasured yelp from Jisung.

“I might,” Jisung said, forcing his mouth to work, “but I swear, if you don’t fuck me-“

Minho chuckled deeply, and he stopped all movement. “Say please.”

Jisung was going to kill him… after his head was no longer full of fog. “Please, Minho.”

A satisfied hum, the click of the lube cap, and wet fingers were suddenly brushing against his entrance. Jisung’s entire body jolted. He bit his lip hard. He hadn’t been touched in so long.

Minho pressed his forehead against Jisung’s. “Breathe for me, love. Relax your muscles. I’m going to take care of you, I promise.”

Jisung kissed his cheek in appreciation, and took a few deep breaths. “I’m ready.”

With one hand massaging circles into Jisung’s hip, Minho carefully and gently pushed a finger into him. Jisung’s head fell back.

The feeling was familiar, yet strange. The pain was barely there, and goosebumps rose along his body as he focused on the man above him. Those dark eyes were like chains locking him down. He nodded. “Keep going.”

For a time Minho leaned over Jisung, kissing him languidly and deeply as his fingers began working him open slowly but surely. It was intimate in a way that had Jisung’s heart skipping beats.

Soon enough Jisung was rolling down on Minho’s fingers, now three of them, and he was ready for more.

Jisung gasped when the fingers hit a particular spot. “I need you, Minho.”

“We’ll have to be more adventurous next time, love, I need you too.”

Hearing that was almost enough to put Jisung over the edge, but he held back, forcing himself to focus and breathe. A breath shook out of his body when Minho’s fingers retreated, leaving him empty and desirous to be filled again.

Jisung grabbed a condom before Minho could, and the latter’s head was thrown back when Jisung rolled it onto his cock. He drenched his hand in lubricant and stroked the length he was so ready receive.

Jisung watched in awe as Minho clearly pulled himself out of the clouds to take control of everything again. He let out his loudest moan yet when Minho dragged his cock over his entrance. Their mouths hovered together.

“Ready, love?”

“More than ready.”

A slow, but messy kiss was shared as Minho began pushing in. When he finally bottomed out, he stopped, tracing his lips over the marks he made on Jisung’s skin while he allowed the other time to adjust.

Finally, their eyes met.

This was really happening. They were together, with nothing between them, hearts and bodies exposed, the rest of the world forgotten.

Minho pulled Jisung up to be nearly even with him, and they instantly wrapped their arms around each other. Soft smiles, lips brushing. And their bodies began moving in sync.

Jisung met Minho’s thrusts, and the connection and pleasure electrifying the air had them both panting and moaning. It was music to Jisung’s ears. Minho kissed him hard. And suddenly adjusted the angle.

“Oh shit!” He gasped as that sweet spot was hit. “Right there.”

“Fuck,” Minho groaned under his breath. After a time, his hold on Jisung tightened and he fell forward, pushing him into the mattress. He hooked one of his arms under Jisung’s leg, lifting it a small way.

Jisung’s vision went white and his eyes simultaneously rolled back. He couldn’t even muster a sound, only harsh breaths and quiet gasps.

Minho’s thrusts grew more forceful, making the bed sway and sending his lover into another universe. He dropped down, kissing and sucking along Jisung’s chest. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. You’re practically made for me, Jisung.” His mouth traveled up to his ear, and Jisung let out a broken cry when his neglected cock was rubbed. “Come for me.”

Jisung could never find release on command, but this time he did, and the orgasm hit him harder then he ever experienced before. His ears rang, his vision blacked out. His nails scraped into Minho’s back, and seconds later Minho’s body shuddered as he came.

They rode out their highs together, calling each other’s names in the throes of ecstasy.

The room faded away from Jisung completely, and his body felt as it it was floating away. Sex was not supposed to feel that good.

By the time Jisung came back to his body, Minho was already on his feet, having disposed of the condom, and he was in the process of sitting down with a wet washcloth in hand.

When he noticed Jisung’s focused eyes,  Minho leaned over and brushed the hair out of his love’s face. “Are you okay, love?” He began cleaning the mess of release on Jisung’s stomach as he waited for an answer.

“I’m amazing,” Jisung breathed, a blissed out smile resting on his lips. He admired the man taking care of him, the glow that seemed to radiate from him despite being sweaty and tired.

“Good.” Minho gave him a soft kiss, but Jisung didn’t let him retreat, cupping the back of his head to bring him closer.

The kiss was lazy and slow, but it was perfect after mind-blowing sex.

“Want to get in the shower with me?” Minho asked once they parted.

Jisung smiled. “Why not.”

‐—————————– So… this was longer than I thought it was. I practiced this a little and then just went for writing the whole thing so hopefully it isn’t terrible lol. Also I won’t be writing the other two rounds they have cause that would be a lot lol.

Also confession: I read tons of smut, right? So words and phrases don’t bother me like cock and stuff. But like… writing those words and stuff is so different??? Like I avoided using certain words as much as I could cause for some reason my brain was like “aaahh wtf are you doing, you’re a lil Christian girl!!” 🤣

So I can read and write most spice, but heaven forbid I write one ‘bad’ word 😂🤦‍♀️. Anyway, I’m done making fun of myself.

Let me know if this was any good, seriously! Cause if I know my smut writing needs to be improved, I’ll work to improve it. I probs won’t ever do ✨️detailed✨️ smut, so aside from that lmk what I can do to make it better.

Thanks for reading \{☆~☆}/