Minho sits on his knees in front of you, his dark eyes looking up through long lashes as he takes your cock into his mouth. The sensation makes you gasp - warm and wet and perfect. The music from the party downstairs thumps through the floor, creating a rhythm that matches the quickening beat of your heart.

He gargles slightly as he takes you deeper, his throat constricting around you in a way that makes your hips jerk forward involuntarily. His fingers dig into your thighs, leaving half-moon indentations in your skin. You can taste the faint saltiness of tequila on his breath when he pulls back momentarily, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the head of your cock.

Minho's lips are already swollen and glossy with a mixture of precum and drool, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he works. "You like that?" he asks with a smirk, his voice low and husky from the effort, before taking you deep again. The sight alone is almost enough to make you come right then and there.