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Minho has been a demon under the bed for as long as he can remember. Literally. There’s no training, but it’s pretty straightforward. He learned his demonly role when someone saw him for the first time. They screamed. He was scary. That was his purpose. Simple enough. And Minho didn’t have many complaints. Mostly the job was boring. Sometimes it was funny, like when he scared a cheating husband into confessing to his transgressions. He got to see a lot of cats - other beings that frequented the space under the bed. What was there to complain about? So, when Minho finds himself in a new home, under a new bed, he does what he always does. After a few nights of reconnaissance, Minho allows his hands, the color of shadow like the rest of his skin, to slowly drift above the edge of the bed. He grazes the hand of the party who occupies it. He’s surprised when, instead of jerking away, the hand wraps around his own. They sigh. “What are we?” “...what?” None of them have ever talked to him before. “I mean,” the voice continues. “You live here. We sleep together. You know everything about me-” “I do not live here-” “Well, you’re here all the time-” “We do not sleep together-” “What’s the difference if you’re under the bed or on top of it?” “-and I don’t ...” Minho trails off. Because, well, he does know a good bit about the man in the bed above him. His name is Jisung. Embarrassingly for him he’d had his name written in the back of a pair of underwear that had fallen on the floor. Minho knows his schedule - from when he comes and goes - and that he hates his job, which he’d mentioned on the phone to someone. But the rest he knows because Jisung is just always talking. It’s like he says every godforsaken thought that pops into his head. He talks about the weather, how he’s feeling, what he’s thinking. He’s been considering getting a cat. Minho really hopes he does. “So?” Jisung interrupts. “So what?” “So what are we?” He sounds petulant like a child. “We’re...we’re nothing. I’m the demon that-” “You’re a demon?” And he doesn’t sound scared, he sounds interested. “...yes.” “And what are you supposed to do? Like scare me?” “Basically, yes.” “Well I’m not scared. So now what?” Minho hadn’t considered that. That’s never happened before. Typically, he appears under the bed and remains there until he’s scared the occupant, and then magically teleports to under a new bed. Minho doesn’t know what happens when he can’t scare the occupant. Jisung. “You wanna come up?” Jisung asks when Minho doesn't answer. “No.” Jisung huffs. “Fine.” He then launches into telling Minho every thought he’s had about Minho and how he wonders what he looks like and the details of his job and how he thinks his voice is sexy and- “Do you ever stop talking?” He can hear the grin in his voice. “When I’m kissing.” Minho shoots up onto the bed, effectively silencing Jisung. He takes a sharp intake of breath and at first, Minho thinks he’s succeeded in scaring him, but he quickly realizes the breath is of exhilaration rather than fear. It’s dark so they can’t see each other and the only sounds are of their breath. “Oooh scary demon I’m so-” Minho kisses his stupid, sassy mouth. And judging by the sound he makes - it’s exactly what Jisung wanted. It’s harsh and filthy. Teeth and tongue. Minho wants to punish him for his bad behavior. He presses him into the mattress and slaps his hands away when Jisung grabs at him. Minho pulls back and Jisung whines. “No, please don’t stop.” “Aw,” Minho says, patronizingly. “Begging like a big desperate baby, hm?” “Yes,” he answers without hesitation. “I’m a desperate baby, please.” He’s shameless. Minho gives, but not entirely. He leans in and kisses Jisung again, openmouthed and just far enough away that their lips and tongues barely graze. It doesn’t matter, Jisung makes a pleased sound. Beneath his hips, Jisung starts pressing up, seeking some friction between their bodies. Minho stops him with a firm hand on his lower stomach. “You were so brave when I was under the bed earlier. If you want something ask.” “Touch me. Please,” he breathes. “I am touching you, Jisung.” “Hnngg,” is all he manages. “Tell me your name,” Jisung pleads. “You can call me Minho.” “Minho. Minho please-” “Oh. Is this what you wanted?” Minho presses his hand to Jisung’s cock hard. And Jisung all but shouts as his hips jerk up. “Yes, yes - ah - please.” “Please what?” “Fuck me,” he pleads. Minho thinks it over. He can’t scare him. What else is he supposed to do? He might as well find another way to pass the time. “Okay...but you’re gonna have to earn it.” He feels Jisung nod wildly. “Yes, please, anything.” “Oh, anything?” “Yes yes.” “You really shouldn’t be promising anything to a demon. But alright.” He runs his hand up and under Jisung’s shirt over his belly. “Let’s start by taking this off.” Jisung scrambles to sit up so quickly he nearly throws Minho off his lap. He’s such a good listener. He pulls his shirt over his head. Lays back down. Waits. “Aw. So good waiting for hyung to give you instructions, hm?” “Mhm, yes hyung.” Minho removes himself from Jisung’s lap by kissing down his neck and torso. “Sit up now, against the headboard.” Again, Jisung quickly does so. “Good. Do you wanna suck my cock, pretty?” To be fair, Minho doesn’t know what Jisung looks like. They’re in the pitch black darkness of Jisung’s room. But he assumes based on...the general air of him. “Yes. Yeah. Wanna be good,” Jisung pants, scrambling to get a hand on him. Which isn’t so hard considering demons don’t really...wear clothes. It’s more of a form manipulation demon situation... Anyways. Jisung gets a hand around him and quickly strokes him to full hardness - he doesn't have far to go - as Minho maneuvers himself up and over Jisung’s body until he’s straddling his chest. “Yes,” Minho coos. “You are good. Ready baby?” He hears but doesn’t see Jisung nodding. “If you want to stop at any point just tap my chest okay.” “Okay.” “Say it.” “If I want to stop, tap your chest.” “And you definitely want to continue right now?” “Yesss,” he whines. “Please, Minho.” Minho shushes him and then presses his cock to Jisung’s lips who opens them eagerly. And Jisung is enthusiastic. Despite the position he does his best to bob his head and swallow Minho down. “Easy,” Minho slows him with a hand in his hair. “There’s no rush, sweetheart.” In response, Jisung relaxes, lolls his tongue out, and waits. “Good.” Minho eases into his mouth slowly, guiding Jisung with a hand in his hair. He pushes until he hits the back of his throat and then waits. Jisung whimpers but he doesn’t tap out. When Minho pulls back and he hears Jisung suck in a breath he praises him. They continue this way, Minho fucking Jisung’s mouth and Jisung letting him use him. When Minho is a little too close to orgasm for comfort he slows and sits back on his thighs. “Such a good boy,” he coos and reaches behind him to pet Jisung's cock, making him release a sound close to a sob. “Time for your reward, baby.” Minho climbs off him and yanks his pants and boxers down to his ankles. “Turn over for me, sweetheart. On your hands and knees.” Jisung doesn’t hesitate to flip his body and get on all fours, ass in the air. Rather than asking for the lube, Jisung jumps at the sound of Minho snapping his fingers, making viscous liquid pool around his fingers. With help from his left hand, Minho finds Jisung’s sensitive hole and presses two fingers against it. He gently rubs down and over his perineum and back up. “Minhooo,” Jisung groans into the pillow. “You need to tell me what you want, baby. I need to hear it.” He babbles. “Fuck me please. Split me open on your cock, Minho I want it so bad I-” “Shh. Damn baby. I didn’t know you were that desperate. I’ll give you what you need, sweetheart.” Minho presses his middle finger into Jisung’s hole which seems to suck him in. Jisung’s whole body spasms. “Oh baby,” he coos, pressing his finger in and out. “Your little hole is so eager, hm?” Jisung just makes a garbled sound into the pillow. When he’s sufficiently prepped, Minho moves forward to replace his fingers with his cock, but he hears Jisung speaking. It’s muffled though. “Jisung, sweetie, I can’t understand you.” “-turn over. Want to touch you.” Minho feels a little warm. He helps Jisung move onto his back and true to his word, Jisung’s grabby hands are on him in a minute. He rubs his hands down Minho’s shoulders, over his chest. “You’re so hot,” he groans. Minho chuckles. “How would you know?” “You feel hot,” he hums. “And you sound hot. Let me see you.” He feels Jisung reaching for the bedside lamp. Minho snags his wrist and then his other one and locks them above his head. “Ah-ah-ah.” He shifts both wrists into one hand and uses the other to encourage Jisung to lift his legs until his thighs are against his chest. “Are you ready?” Minho whispers hot against his cheek. Jisung nods and pants in response. Minho snaps his fingers again and Jisung gasps when he’s undoubtedly surprised by more lubricant pooling inside him. ”Magic,” Jisung breathes disbelievingly. Minho pushes in a moment later. An animalistic sound is punched from Jisung and Minho feels it all the way to his core. Minho finally releases Jisung’s wrists and moves his hands underneath his thighs. He picks up his pace, maneuvering Jisung until he screams out to indicate that Minho has found his prostate. Jisung starts mumbling Minho’s name over and over until it runs together like minhominhominhominho. “Minho, don’t stop, don't stop, I'm so close.” “I’m not gonna stop, baby. I want you to come for me. Come for me, baby.” Minho wraps his hand around Jisung’s cock and he comes, with a wail of Minho’s name, in seconds. Minho works him through it and then slows to a stop to avoid hurting him. “Minho? Aren’t you gonna...” “I will, I just don’t want to hurt you, baby.” He moves to pull out. “No no no! Wait.” Jisung rolls them over until he’s on top of Minho straddling his hips. Minho bites his lip to avoid a groan of pleasure. Jisung lifts his hips and then drops down on Minho’s cock and Minho gasps. Jisung continues his movements. “Baby,” Minho’s voice is strained. “Don’t hurt yourself.” “Wanna,” Jisung huffs from the exertion, “wanna make you feel good too.” Minho drops his head back and grabs Jisung’s hips. He’s so fucking cute. A wild thought to have about a man riding you. When he can’t take much more, Minho plants his feet and fucks up into Jisung. He groans when he comes inside him before dropping them both back down, Jisung collapsing onto his chest. They catch their breath, panting into each other’s ears. Before Minho realizes, Jisung’s breath has evened out. “Jisung?” Silence. “Hey, Jisung.” Jisung hums and buries his nose into Minho’s neck. And Minho knows he needs to return to his place below the bed, but he’s so warm and Jisung is snoring softly in his ear. Minho snaps his fingers to clean them up and falls asleep. — Minho wakes when the sunlight behind his eyes is too damn bright. When he blinks his eyes open though he sees why. He’s ended up in Heaven. He knows because there’s an angel there looking at him. Cherubic cheeks and bright eyes. “Beautiful,” the angel whispers. Wait. Minho knows that voice. “Jisung?” “Hi.” Minho starts to panic. No human has ever seen him before without running scared. But wait had he..? “Did you say ‘beautiful’?” Jisung blushes. “You heard that? Sorry. I couldn’t help it you’re just so-“ “You’re calling me beautiful?” Jisung’s eyebrows furrow in an irresistible manner. “Yes? You are. ” “You’re not…I’m not…scary?” Jisung barks out a laugh before he slaps a hand over his mouth. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to laugh I mmph !” Minho cuts him off with a kiss. He doesn’t care what happens next. What happens since he can’t scare Jisung and therefore his purpose is in question. He’ll happily stay right here, under (or on top of) Jisung’s bed as long as he can.