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did not deserve that.
all heeseung wanted was to surprise his boyfriend, considering his birthday was tomorrow, so he had hidden in his dorm room, his roommate having let him inside. stringing up balloons and even a few ribbons, heeseung waited in darkness on his bed for his boyfriend to arrive.
and arrive he did.
with someone else wrapped in his arms, his lips pressed against their neck. His boyfriend had the other guy already moaning and melting to putty underneath his hands. heeseung jumped off of the bed and turned on the light. they both jumped up, turning to look at a scornful heeseung.
–happy birthday, asshole.–heeseung spit out, marching straight to the door and shoving his boyfriend out of the way. the guy he was being cheated on with quickly scooted to the side so that heeseung could leave at once.
it didn’t take long to get to his and jongseong's apartment, and now he sat, sobbing out broken breaths into his arms on the ground of their living room. his back still pressed against the door.
–heeseung?–jongseong's voice came from the back room, his room.—are you home? how did it go?
peeking out from behind his hands and arms, heeseung looked up at jongseong with red rimmed eyes and a pink face. jongseong's face immediately drew down into a harsh frown as he stared at heeseung, his eyebrows pulled into an angry-looking scowl.
–oh my god, what happened? do i need to kick his fucking ass? what did he do?–marching forward, jongseong leaned down to stroke his hand through heeseung's hair before gently cradling his face and bringing him out of his little tucked away hiding place.–heeseung?
–h-he was cheating on me.–heeseung sniffed loudly, before blinking up at jongseong, letting his head relax into his gentle hold.–i set everything-everything up like how i s-said i would, and then h-he came i-in with… with-with...–a sob broke heeseung's sentence in half as fresh tears leaked from his eyes. jongseong sighed deeply, sympathy and remorse coating his features.
–fuck him. i know i’ve said this before, but fuck that guy. not literally though, he doesn’t deserve your perky ass.–heeseung couldn’t hold in a snort as he wiped his nose.
–shut up.–heeseung murmured, as jongseong began to knead his cheeks with his hands. batting him away, a ghost of a smile danced on heeseung's lips.
–what, it’s true! your ass is immaculate. now, do you want me to order food or make you something to eat?–jongseong finally let his hands drop away from heeseung's face before standing back up and walking into their small kitchenette.
–i'm not hungry.–heeseung shook his head before shakily standing up, supporting himself against the door.–but i wouldn’t be opposed to some wine… or whiskey..–snorting, jongseong nodded his head.
–alright, just go sit down and relax. you need some water too, though.–groaning, heeseung trudged over to their couch and let himself fall against the cushions lazily. picking up the closest pillow, heeseung clung to it, pressing it into his body as he snuggled it closely.
soft rustling and some slight clinking came from the kitchen as heeseung stared at the black screen of the tv. his mind drifted back to the sight of his now ex boyfriend pressed against someone else. the fervent way he ravished the other person who was pressed up against his body. he had never treated heeseung with that much passion or want before. in fact, they hadn’t even slept together yet and heeseung had been hoping that that night was going to be “the night”. he had spent hours getting ready, and now he grimaced thinking of how he must look. the faint line of eyeliner he had put on must have been bleeding down his face by now, a smudged mess. he probably looked like he had two black eyes, and as he turned to ask jongseong just as much, he saw his roommate walking towards him with two glasses of white wine in hand and a bottle of water tucked underneath his arm.
–it’s a sauvignon blanc, hope that’s okay.–jongseong informed him as he handed heeseung the glass, which he immediately took a large gulp from.–damn, so that’s how it’s gonna be.–he remarked before joining heeseung and taking a large sip as well.
–i can’t fucking believe him.–heeseung sniffled before downing the rest of his glass. jongseong's eyes widened before he sighed and went to stand back up, to go and retrieve the bottle of wine that still sat in the kitchen.
–if i make speak frankly...
–when don’t you.–heeseung muttered, making jongseong smirk.
–i believe it. he’s been a piece of shit since the beginning and although he’s objectively hot as fuck, you deserve infinitley much better.–walking back towards the couch, bottle in hand, jongseong sent heeseung a knowing look.–i won’t say i told you so, but...
–not now, jay.–heeseung shook his head before grabbing the bottle from him and filling his glass once more. holding his hands up in surrender, jongseong sat back down next to heeseung, slinging an arm around his shoulder and bringing him close. heeseung let his head recline onto his shoulder, a deep sigh falling from his lips as he stretched forward to set his glass down.
–sorry, heeseung. you don’t deserve this.
–i know.
–good.–they sat in silence for several moments, jongseong's hand tracing soothing patterns onto heeseung's arm.–not to pry, but did you end up sleeping with him?
–no. thank god.–jongseong nodded in agreement.
–good.
–he probably wouldn’t have been any good in bed anyways. you know, he wasn’t a very good kisser either.–heeseung's nose scrunched in disgust.–always copious amounts of spit.–jongseong snickered before letting his head fall against the top of heeseung's own, nuzzling into his hair.
–sounds gross.
–it was.–there was a beat before they both began to chuckle lightly. their laughter quickly began to build before jongseong started to tickle heeseung's side causing his chuckle to turn into a burst of cackles.–fuck off!–heeseung wheezed between jabs against his stomach. grappling with heeseung, jongseong gathered either of his wrists and pinned them to his chest as he continued to tickle-attack him.
–no.–jongseong smiled mischievously down at heeseung as he pressed him further into the couch and continued to bombard him. heeseung whined as he tried and failed to kick jongseong off of him.
–fucking...–heeseung wheezed.–stop it.–jongseong's smirk was plastered on his face, never leaving as he let his hands wander up underneath heeseung's shirt to tickle him harder.
jongseong's deft fingers traced up heeseung's sides harshly, digging into heeseung's lithe waist again and again. he began to push heeseung's shirt up further before he grasped his exposed hips, jongseong's thumbs digging into his stomach roughly with no forgiveness. leaning down, he laughed next to heeseung's ear as the other squirmed beneath him.
–you know.–jongseong whispered as he pressed heeseung's hips downwards into the couch.–a good way to get over someone is to fuck your frustration and sadness away.–nipping at heeseung's ear, jongseong let out a breathy laugh as heeseung twitched away.
–jay.–heeseung rolled his eyes.–i literally just got broken up with.
–so? you know i always make you feel good.–jongseong spoke slowly, his voice sensual and dripping with lust.–you deserve to feel good, heeseung. plus, we haven’t fucked since you started dating that asshole, so to celebrate your new single life...
heeseung elbowed jongseong in the side, finally able to push him off of himself. heeseung was breathing a bit harder than normal as he tried to not let the thoughts of jongseong and he in bed drift through his mind. they had been so close for so long that they knew one another’s bodies inside and out, and honestly the longer he sat there and thought about it, the more his resolve started to fade away. well, his opposition wasn’t truly that strong to begin with, so when jongseong recovered from being jabbed in the stomach by heeseung's elbow and he began to pout, heeseung rolled his eyes even harder.
–fine.
–you love falling apart on my cock, heeseung.–heeseung sucked in a deep breath as his mind ran back to the memories of jongseong filling him to the brim, stretching him out forcefully, just the way he liked it.
their kiss was deep and passionate, not as desperate as heeseung thought it would be. jongseong was obviously wanting to take his time with heeseung, and when his tongue dipped into his mouth, licking along his own languidly, heeseung felt his eyes flutter at the feeling. he had missed kissing jongseong, something that he would probably never say out loud. but, the way he caged heeseung in, his hand slowly beginning to sneak it’s way under his shirt once more, he moved so slowly that heeseung felt desperate.
he just knew how to press heeseung's buttons.
biting at jongseong's lower lip, heeseung sucked it into his mouth before letting it pop back out. he nosed against jongseong's face, lips parted and breathing heavily right as jongseong began to pinch heeseung's nipple, rolling it unhurriedly between his pointer finger and thumb. arching into the touch, heeseung groaned, letting his eyes flitter open. jongseong stared down at him, his own lips parted as he breathed heavily. his eyes raked their way across his face and down past his lips before jongseong sat up onto his knees and yanked heeseung's shirt up and off of him. tossing the clothing to the side, jongseong bent down and immediately ran his tongue all the way up heeseung's abdomen and chest, starting front the hem of his pants all the way up to his left nipple which he readily took into his mouth.
–fuck.–heeseung breathed unsteadily at the feeling of jongseong's mouth latching onto the sensitive skin, rolling the hardened bud between his teeth and tongue. popping off of his nipple wetly, jongseong shifted to attach himself to the other and continued his onslaught.
–you’re always so sensitive here.–jongseong murmured into his skin, his hand tracing its way up his body to tweak at the nipple he had just left alone.–you make the cutest sounds, heeseung.–punctuating his sentence with a sharp tug, jongseong let out a breathy laugh at heeseung's whine.
heeseung found his hands climbing their way into jongseong's hair, tugging at the dark locks. he would push and pull against jongseong's head as the other attacked his chest with his lips, making sure to leave marks in his mouth’s wake.
–jay...–pulling his hair harshly, heeseung unattached jongseong from his skin, his breaths hot and heavy.–bedroom?
–hmmm.–jongseong hummed, licking his lips.–i'd rather fuck you right here on the couch, though.–blushing something fierce, heeseung averted his eyes to the ground at the thought.
–we use this couch all the time though…–shrugging, jongseong began to work heeseung's skinny jeans open.
—and is this not using the couch?
–well... fuck.–heeseung threw his head back, hitting it against the cushion underneath his head as jongseong dug the heel of his palm mercilessly into heeseung's half hard cock.
–let me take care of you, okay? i’ll clean it up afterwards.
–fine.
–good, now stop thinking.–jongseong ordered as he wrenched heeseung's underwear and pants down to around his ankles, releasing his length.
jongseong went right back to grinding his hand onto heeseung's cock, pressing so harshly down on it that heeseung sucked in a breath between his teeth. before he could curse at jongseong, heeseung gasped when he finally took his dick in his hand and began to stroke it fervently. letting his wrist twist over the head of his length at each stroke, jongseong spit downwards and onto heeseung's almost completely hard cock. slickening up the glide of his hand, jongseong spit a couple more times before he leaned back down and pressed their mouths together. their kiss could barely be called a kiss as heeseung simply whined and moaned into jongseong's open mouth, both of their plush lips parted and panting.
all at once, jongseong grabbed heeseung's thighs and hoisted them up and over his shoulders after struggling with his clothing around his ankles. bending them upwards and against heeseung's chest, jongseong parted his legs and ducked down to let one of heeseung's balls pop into his mouth suddenly. licking across the sensitive skin, jongseong released it before dipping down further and smiling against his ass.
–i love your ass.
jongseong smirked before tonguing along his rim and wasting no time with his intentions of getting heeseung wet and loose. caressing his ass with either of his hands, jongseong pulled his cheeks wide apart and licked messily all around heeseung's entrance. it was rushed and frantic the way he prodded at his hole, forcing his tongue past the tight ring of muscle that had been ignored since he had started to date his ex. heeseung's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his eyelids fluttered to a close.
–feels good.–heeseung rasped out, feeling jongseong chuckle against his skin.
when jongseong long finger began to circle his rim carefully, simply adding pressure but not slipping inside, heeseung started to wriggle in anticipation. as his digit began to breach heeseung's hole, he let out a deep sigh, relishing in the feeling of being stretched. while jongseong began to slip in and out and in and out, heeseung relaxed into the feeling. tongue and finger working in tandem, jongseong began to push soft moans out of heeseung, especially when one finger became two. hooking them upwards, jongseong found heeseung's prostate in record time, working against the sensitive gland in small circles to make heeseung kick his feet incessantly.
–too much?–jongseong laughed at heeseung's pathetic display. opening his eyes, heeseung answered breathlessly.
–fuck you.
heeseung didn’t even have a second to roll his eyes before jongseong was pressing up and into his prostate once more. heeseung felt his cock leak precum where it lay against his abdomen, twitching and awfully hard.
–god, hurry up!–heeseung complained as jongseong slowly slid a third finger in along with more spit. looking up from between his legs, his lips slick and pink, jongseong had the audacity to wink.
–impatient to get my cock inside of you, huh? ‘cause nobody fucks our heeseung like i can, right? say it. say it and i’ll fuck you right now.–a blush tinted heeseung's cheeks as he looked away, his hands grasping at the couch cushions.
–i’m not fucking saying that-ah!–heeseung exclaimed as jongseong shoved all three of his fingers up and into his prostate, fucking them at a rapid pace against his most sensitive spot.
–say it.–jongseong paused to press inside even deeper, curling his fingers.
–nobody... nobody fucks me like you do.–heeseung gasped, his breath stuttering in his chest.
–that’s right. especially not that fuckboy ex of yours.–jongseong snickered before removing his fingers and spitting into his hand. pushing his pants down with his free hand, jongseong released his completely hard cock from its confines and yanked his pants down around his thighs.
–i told you he never fucked me.–heeseung rolled his eyes, but his breath was immediately punched out of him as jongseong wasted no time and pressed against his tight hole, slowly sinking himself all the way in. heeseung screwed his eyes up, his brow scrunching at the sting.
–and he never will.–jongseong grunted, grabbing heeseung's ankles and readjusting himself so that he could bottom out inside of him. kissing the inside of his ankle, jongseong looked down to heeseung huffing out a breath.–you okay?
–you sure are fucking impatient, aren’t you?
–you’re the one who was begging me to stick it in.–jongseong ended his sentence with a buck of his hips making heeseung's eyes fly open. when he had shut them, he was unsure, but once he got a feeling of friction against his rim, he knew he needed more.
–more, please.–heeseung spoke softly.
–oh, so now you ask nicely.–jongseong scoffed before readjusting himself once more and beginning to thrust gently into heeseung. his rim was stretched much further than before, jongseong's cock much larger and girthier than three of his fingers. heeseung could feel the way his insides expanded to make room for jongseong, and when he bent him even further forward, he felt the head of his dick brush against his prostate on every thrust inwards.
–more.–heeseung gasped at the first full pass of his length.
–what happened to the please?–jongseong teased, but immediately picked up his pace, fucking heeseung the way he was used to, with long and hard strokes. plunging into him over and over, jongseong reveled in the pretty sounds heeseung was making.–god, i missed this.
jongseong let out small groans as he continued to penetrate heeseung, fucking into his ass harshly and with purpose. heeseung found his hands climbing their way to settle around jongseong's neck in order to pull him down and bury him in his neck.
–bite me.–heeseung's voice broke on a whine.
–as you wish.–jongseong whispered against the column of his neck before biting down hard and sucking the skin into his mouth. the mostly dry drag of jongseong's cock made heeseung want to cry in bliss; he loved the pain even if he was loath to admit it. heeseung could practically feel the bruises being created across his skin by jongseong's mouth.
and he loved it.
–gonna mark you up so good, heeseung. you won’t be able to look anywhere without seeing me across your skin.–moaning and turning his head to the side to expose even more of his neck, heeseung's mouth was perpetually open in a gasp.
jongseong just knew how to fuck him. knew what he liked. knew how to treat him. and fuck if he didn’t savor it like a five star steak dinner, because that’s what sex with jongseong was. just absolute bliss.
it wasn’t long before heeseung was coming across his belly, but jongseong didn’t stop knowing just how much he liked the oversensitivity. his cock continued to be milked, spurting small amounts of come that slid around on his abdomen as jongseong rocked into him repeatedly.
–can i come inside you? i’ll eat it out, promise.–jongseong snapped his hips as heeseung's eyes rolled into the back of his head once again.
–yes, god, please.
–fuck.–jongseong moaned as he came inside of heeseung, his hips stuttering with each slow thrust inside of him.
pulling out of him in a rush, jongseong climbed off of the couch, and wrapped heeseung's legs around his shoulders before attaching his mouth to heeseung's ass. he made heeseung come once more that way, with his tongue and fingers, listening to the pretty sounds of him coming undone echoing throughout their apartment. and jongseong didn’t stop until he was sure of the fact that heeseung was clean, making a snide remark about how they used the couch thoroughly.
after a swift slap upside the head, heeseung and jongseong both fell into laughter and heeseung couldn’t help but to realize how much happier he was with jongseong than he had ever been with his ex.
nonstop knocking came from their front door, and no matter how much heeseung wished that jongseong would get it, heeseung knew he’d be the one to answer. so, begrudgingly leaving the warmth of his bed, heeseung threw a long t-shirt on over his head before heading out into their living room. as he passed the sofa, a smirk coated heeseung's face.
they sure had used it.
crossing to the door heeseung sighed before scratching his head and yanking the door open. heeseung wasn’t sure who he had expected to see, but what he hadn’t expected was his boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, to be standing there, eyes wide and pleading.
–heeseung, baby, i’m so sorry.–he groveled making heeseung's features weigh heavy with disappointment.–i kicked him out right after you left, and i stayed up all night debating what to do. i-i wasn’t sure if you’d answer your phone, so i just waited ‘til morning, and i… are those hickies?–he accused, pointing at where heeseung's large shirt had slipped down his shoulder, exposing the number jongseong had done on him.
–oh. yeah.
–you... but... we...
–good morning, love.–jongseong called sleepily from behind heeseung, reaching around to press a kiss to his cheek.–i’m making breakfast. tell your friend to go because i want round three, alright?–jongseong winked and slapped heeseung's ass, giggling as he left.
–heeseung, who is that?
–oh that?–heeseung glanced over his shoulder to see jongseong standing in the kitchen, his grown out hair dangling in his face as he set a pan on the stove.–that’s jongseong.