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Freshman year of college. New school, new people, plenty of opportunities for Jake to embarrass himself.
Like, when he forgets that he’s going to have a roommate—with a key—and locking the door won’t prevent said roommate from coming in. It’s literally moving day. Jake hasn’t even been through freshman orientation yet. His roommate for the next semester has officially seen his Spider-Man boxers, and they’re bunched up his crack like his ass is starved.
He yelps and scrambles to pull his jeans back up, zipper echoing off the to-be-decorated walls.
“Sorry,” says the intruder, strolling toward the unclaimed bed and dropping a box to the floor. Everything rattles. “Should’ve knocked.”
Jake turns to properly face him, and to make matters far worse, the guy is attractive. Dirty blond, tall and lean, defined jawline. It’s easy to look past the slouchy hoodie and the rubber slides. “It’s fine,” Jake practically squeaks. He subconsciously wipes his hands on his jeans and realizes he actually is sweating. It’s out of character. Social interaction isn’t difficult for him. Feeling embarrassed is, though, especially in a new environment, at the bottom of a new food chain. “That box was probably heavy.”
The guy shrugs, silent, crouching down to haphazardly rip the duct tape off the box.
Silence is a painful, devastating weapon when it comes to Jake. It rings through the air like a missile, making his hair stand on end, and not in the good way— like when he’s touched by the gospel music at church, he means.
“I’m Jake,” he blurts out.
“Heeseung.”
Three beats of silence. Heeseung transfers a box of what might be condoms to the dresser under his bed. Jake can’t shut his mouth. “Is that all you brought? Just one box?”
At that, Heeseung smiles up at Jake. His teeth are almost sparkling, big and a little more threatening than they are friendly. “You wanna use more than one box tonight?”
Jake almost dies on the spot. He flails his arms, leaping to explain himself. “No! No, oh my gosh. I meant. Like. One box of um, stuff— for— for the dorm.”
Heeseung must find Jake’s suffering and flailing very entertaining for all of three seconds, cackling before dropping his face into something sincere. The switch is so fast it’s scary. “Oh, fuck. Sorry. I didn’t know you were married. Or engaged? Well. Not cool either way.”
Jake blinks. “Huh?”
“Huh?” Heeseung parrots. “The ring,” he explains, pointing at Jake’s left hand.
“Ohh, this?” Jake holds his hand up. He can understand where Heeseung’s confusion comes from, as there’s a silver band around Jake’s left ring finger, plain aside from the engraving: true love waits. “It’s a purity ring.”
Heeseung raises an eyebrow.
Jake continues. “It’s a chastity thing. You know, no sex before marriage.”
“Oh.” Heeseung snorts. “Good on you.”
✧
Yeah, good on Jake.
He knows who he is and what he wants in life. He’s smart, driven, and won’t be swayed by temptation. That’s why he’ll graduate in four years with an engineering degree and a strong relationship with God.
“But your roommate is Lee Heeseung.”
“So?”
Sunghoon stares at Jake like his head is missing. “So you should fuck him.”
Good heavens! College students really just say anything, huh? Or is this a certain breed? He just met Sunghoon this morning, paired up with him for the freshman orientation scavenger hunt, and now they’re having dinner together and Sunghoon is throwing around big words like fuck.
Jake tries not to choke on his miserably dry chicken sandwich, gulping down water from his Hydroflask. “Just because I’m rooming with a hot guy doesn’t mean I have to um— fu-uhh— sleep with him.”
“It’s called opportunism.”
“No, it’s called whorishness. And, listen.” Jake holds his palm up defensively at Sunghoon’s narrowed eyes. “I don’t judge people for partaking in that stuff, but I personally think it’s important to wait until marriage. Oh, I know! You should join the chastity club with me.”
“I think it’s too late for me, Jake.”
“It’s never too late. Just confess your sins and repent.”
✧
“So one thing led to another, and I ended up with a cock down my throat and a strapon dildo up my ass. I think the biggest sin of all was that an Imagine Dragons song was playing. Like, the other guy didn’t have to imagine dragon his nuts against my chin, amirite? Oh, and there was the time I got a blowjob from this bitch who just had like three airheads. That was last night. My dick is still blue,” Sunghoon complains.
Jake needs dish soap in his ears right now. Listen, he tries not to judge other people for their lifestyles, but good lord.
Choi Soobin, leader of the university’s chastity club, seems to be trying very hard not to look appalled. Trying and failing, just like everyone else around the meeting table and its now trembling crucifix centerpiece. Some are gripping their cross necklaces, one is praying, another just looks intrigued. Soobin gulps. “Oh, wow. Thank you for sharing and being honest, Sunghoon. Are you willing to accept Jesus Christ into your heart and ask forgiveness for your um… sins?”
“Sure. Why not?”
✧
Heeseung invites Jake on an evening Target run. Typical roommate stuff.
Jake feels totally normal sitting in the passenger seat of Heeseung’s Kia Soul, watching Heeseung’s hands move over the steering wheel with rolling muscles and bulging veins and thick fingers tapping to the beat of whatever SoundCloud garbage is playing. It smells really good in here, more like Heeseung than their dorm, a woody, non-offensive cologne that Jake is already getting used to. Because Heeseung is his roommate. Who he shares a room with.
It’s only been a little over a week, with few interactions as they’ve both been busy. Jake will eventually feel less bubbly around Heeseung— and by bubbly, he means Pepsi that fell on the ground bubbly. Fizzy? Is this how we feel around people who saw our Spider-Man boxers? Yeah, it’s probably just embarrassment.
That’s why Jake feels so hot in the middle of an air-conditioned Target.
He can’t have anything close to a crush on Heeseung, anyway. He wouldn’t be with someone who doesn’t share his values, someone who wears too many dark colors and socks that don’t match, who has a reputation for being lazy and chill and, honestly, a manwhore. The opposite of Jake.
Jake is all medium-wash denim, airy flannels and pastel cardigans, early mornings and peaceful nights studying, Saturdays at the gym and Sundays at church. He doesn’t even let himself masturbate. Or watch porn. He’s all about good grades and God.
And Heeseung is… “The chapter quiz for Ethics was pushed to Friday, right?” he asks, managing to lean all of his lanky man weight against the shopping cart, which currently only has a stick of deodorant and a Cards Against Humanity pack in it.
Jake scoffs. “No. Who told you that? It’s tomorrow.”
“Shiit. I’ll read it in the morning.”
“No you won’t,” Jake says. He already knows that Heeseung is going to sleep as much as possible, even if the sleep will jeopardize his grade. Jake has already had to beat Heeseung awake with a pillow so he could turn off his obnoxious alarm.
Heeseung narrows his eyes, but he’s smirking, playful, and aiming an expression like that at Jake is simply diabolical. “You think you know me already, church boy?”
“No. But I do know that you’re not gonna read the chapter.”
“Eh, I’m really not,” Heeseung relents. “It’s just common sense stuff, anyway. The professor probably covered it all in class.”
Jake glares at Heeseung, heart leaping into his throat from the intense eye-contact that ensues; two big, dark eyes searing into his like lava through styrofoam. They should be illegal. Or Heeseung should at least have a permit for them. “You mean during the lecture you slept through?” Jake manages to ask.
“Oh, so you were watching me in class?”
Yes. He was. Heeseung just looks so precious when he’s bored and sleepy, cheek squished into his palm, lips pouty, eyelids drooping like they weigh a ton.
“What— no! Shut up, oh my gosh,” Jake groans.
Heeseung laughs, throaty and quiet, and his prominent adam’s apple is doing way too much. Jake is melting.
“What snacks do you want for the dorm?” Heeseung changes the subject, as if it’ll stop Jake from wanting to run out of the store and disappear into the night. “I’ll pay.”
Oh. They’re in the snack aisle now. Weren’t they just on the other side of the store?
✧
Jake is developing a pretty solid group of friends. Sunghoon from orientation, Soobin from chastity club, Jungwon from Chem Lab, and Sunoo— Sunoo just kind of appeared one day.
“Wait,” Sunoo’s voice thunders through the study room, where only Jake and Jungwon are actually studying. Aside from the two textbooks, the only things littering the table are iced coffees and phone chargers. “Jake. Your roommate is Lee Heeseung?”
Jake sighs. How many people will he have this conversation with? “Yes. Heeseung is my roommate.”
“Have you slept with him? His tally so far is five, apparently.” Sunoo starts counting his fingers. “We know about Jay and Yeonjun. And that Junior with the quiff. And the chick who works in the library. You must be the fifth he won’t tell us about.”
Jake tries not to feel any particular way about Heeseung’s very public conquests. It has nothing to do with him. It shouldn’t make him feel like his blood is boiling under his skin. “Absolutely not,” he says. “I don’t believe in having sex before marriage.”
Sunoo starts to laugh, but falters when he realizes Jake isn’t amused. “Oh my god. You’re serious?”
“Yes.”
“You’re way stronger than me,” Soobin comments. “I would’ve hit that on day one.”
“Soobin!” Jake gasps. “Does your vow mean nothing to you?”
Soobin’s only response is a long, noisy slurp from his coffee.
“Can’t blame him,” Sunoo defends. “Who wouldn’t risk it all for eight inches?”
“Me,” Jake mutters.
✧
This is the lowest low of Jake’s life, a shameful moment that means he’ll have to pray for forgiveness later.
He has his thumb on the 8 inch mark of his ruler and a storm brewing deep in his gut as he stares. And stares. And—
“What are you doing?” Heeseung asks.
Jake throws the ruler across the room, and they both watch it bounce off of the wall. They’re not getting the deposit back.
“Nothing!” Jake squeaks. He tries to think of an excuse, but what else would he be doing with a ruler? Measuring his own dick? He can’t decide if that would be more embarrassing than what he was actually doing.
Heeseung saunters into the room and drops his very empty backpack onto his desk chair. His lips are pursed to one side, like he’s trying to hold back a laugh. “Alright, Jakey.”
Jake clears his throat. “So how was class?”
“Boring.” Heeseung yawns, stretching his arms behind his head and making his shirt ride up enough to reveal his abdomen. A sharp, all-knowing smile plagues his stupidly gorgeous face when he catches Jake staring. “There’s a party at Epsilon Nu tonight.”
“Yeah. Sunghoon told me.”
“So you’re going?”
“Oh, no. That’s not my scene.”
Heeseung rolls his eyes. “How would you know that if you haven’t been?”
“I—”
“Just come with me. Please? I’ll take care of you.”
Maybe it’s the rare eagerness in Heeseung’s eyes, or the prospect of Heeseung wanting Jake to go. God forgive him.
“Fine. I guess I’ll get ready.”
✧
The party is just as chaotic as Jake expected.
He starts to develop a headache from the bass before he even enters the house, the lawn is trashed by empty cups and streamers and unconscious bodies, and the foyer is disgustingly hot and… moist? He’s sure it smells exactly like this in Hell; alcohol and Champagne Toast and whatever the offensive odor is conquering it all is.
“Why does it smell like that?” Jake complains, flinching when someone sprints past him wearing nothing but undergarments and a helmet.
Heeseung laughs, looping his arm around Jake’s waist to pull him close and funnel his sexy voice straight into his ear. “Like weed?”
“Oh.” Jake doesn’t really know what else to say. He’s overwhelmed by everything going on, by the haze of flashing colors and people having borderline sex against the walls, by the vulgar lyrics rattling through his brain, by Heeseung’s warmth tucked against his side.
Heeseung guides him through a jungle of swaying inebriation, over suspiciously sticky floors, and into the equally crowded kitchen, where Sunoo is washing his mouth out in the sink and Choi Yeonjun is halfway inside the fridge.
“Holy shit!” Sunghoon appears out of thin air, giving Jake a friendly pat on the back. He’s buzzed at the least. There’s a White Claw in his hand and confetti in his hair. “Is this the Jake Sim? At a frat party? With Lee Heeseung?”
“Yeah. I had to give him my kidney,” Heeseung jokes, winding his arm even tighter around Jake. He’s so big and strong and looks amazing in those jeans and Jake wants to be manhandled by him. Satan is definitely in the building tonight.
“They grow up so fast,” Sunoo slurs. His hands are all wet—hopefully just with water—and now he’s squishing Jake’s face. “Have him home by nine, Hee.”
Jake whines and pushes Sunoo away by the forehead. “Sunoo, come on.”
“Fiine, go have fun.” Sunoo staggers into Sunghoon’s chest, grabs his arm, and starts dragging him away. Sunghoon nearly falls on his ass.
“They’re idiots,” Jake grouses, but Heeseung looks annoyingly pleased with their shenanigans.
The first thing to do at a frat party is get drinks, Jake guesses. Heeseung makes himself something that seems poisonous, a watery orange mixture of Fanta, vodka, and a few other offensive and unrecognizable liquids. Jake makes himself a cup of water.
Apparently people actually dance at frat parties, just like the movies, and that’s what Heeseung wants to do next, whisking him into the mass of sweaty bodies either grinding against each other or forming dance circles.
Unfortunately, Jake doesn’t know how to dance. Not really. He doesn’t think he can use his interpretive dance about the birth of Jesus Christ in a place like this.
“Just feel the music,” Heeseung shouts, holding Jake’s hand over their heads and twirling him. It’s fucking cheesy, and clumsy, and Jake spills some of his water, but he’s charmed nonetheless. And he loves the feeling of Heeseung’s hand in his. So, he tries to sway to the music like he does when the gospel gets really groovy.
“That’s it, Jakey. Put your hips into it, though.” Heeseung demonstrates with a few body rolls, moving like silk, then drops his free hand to Jake’s waist. This is uncharted territory, the closest Jake has ever gotten to someone so attractive, and it feels dangerous. Like he’s leaping into a volcano.
Still, Jake bites the inside of his cheek and tries to mirror Heeseung, a lot jerkier and shakier than he’d hoped. It’s awkward, and embarrassing.
But Heeseung praises him. “Good boy. Look at you.” He licks his lips and pulls Jake closer, hooded eyes roaming all over his face, breath warm with alcohol, fringe falling messily to his cheekbones, big hand kneading Jake’s hip. He smells clean and familiar, like freshly cut cedar and laundry detergent. They’re so close now that their thighs brush against each other. The air is going to suffocate Jake if it doesn’t boil him first.
“You’re so pretty,” Heeseung says. “I want you so bad— wait, where are you going?”
Jake leaves a dust cloud shaped like him in Heeseung’s hold. Suddenly he’s in the nearest bathroom, splashing his face with cold water until his hair is dripping and his collar is soaked. “Father God, I am so sorry I’ve been weak to temptation. I ask for your forgiveness and guidance, Lord God, and I will walk away from all that’s wrong with Your strength. Thank you. Amen.” He prays very loudly, hoping to drown out whatever the hell is going on inside his head; “ holy fucking shit Heeseung is so hot. There’s no way it’s really eight inches, is it really eight inches? I wanna sit on it.”
“Jesus, give me the strength!” Jake wails into the sink basin.
When he looks up, his chest is heaving, his cheeks are red, and he can see Heeseung standing in the doorway with furrowed eyebrows.
“You okay?” Heeseung asks, taking a hand towel from the nearest rack as he enters the bathroom.
Jake turns to face him and scrunches his nose when he’s attacked with the cloth, Heeseung blotting at his cheeks and ruffling through his fringe. Heeseung did say he’d take care of him, and the fact that he’s true to his word makes Jake want to devour his face even more. “I’m fine.” He’s losing his mind.
“Then why were you praying like that?”
Jake shrugs.
“Sorry I made you uncomfortable, or made you feel like I don’t respect your religious choices.”
“You didn’t make me feel like that.”
“Then how did I make you feel?”
Like a sinner. Like Hell was already consuming him and he was sinking into the ground as if it was quicksand. Jake pouts and looks away. “You didn’t make me feel any kind of way.”
“Jake. Cooperate with me. I don’t know your boundaries, so you have to communicate.”
Jake opens his mouth to speak, then shuts it, and opens and shuts it again. So… it turns out that not even Jake knows what his boundaries are. He just knows that sex before marriage is a terrible sin, and it would make his family disappointed in him, and if he sins once he’ll fall down a rabbit hole and end up, like, worshiping the Devil or something. On a motorcycle. With tattoos. And three felonies.
Well, kissing before marriage wouldn’t be that bad. And holding hands, of course. That’s fine. But sex is totally off the table.
“We could just… kiss? If that’s okay?” Jake tries.
Heeseung smiles, radiating triumph, placing his hands on Jake’s waist. “Of course.” He leans in, gaze locked on Jake’s mouth.
“Wait!” Jake pokes Heeseung’s lip. It really is as soft as it looks. “Not right now. Not when we’re drunk.”
“Drunk?” Heeseung blinks. “I’m not even buzzed. You drank water.”
“I think the weed in the air is getting to me.”
Heeseung blows a raspberry. “Okay. Later then. Wanna go play beer pong? I’ll drink for you.”
“I’ve never played. You’ll get alcohol poisoning.”
“You’ll do fine.”
✧
It turns out that Jake is horrible at beer pong. And Heeseung is big on staying true to his word.
That’s why he’s drooling on the table of a 24 hour diner right now. Jake holds a finger under his nose to make sure he’s still breathing.
“What did you do to him?” Jungwon asks around a mouthful of fries.
“Nothing. He drank, like, seven cups of beer.”
“Lightweights,” Sunoo snorts.
“Sunoo.” Sunghoon throws a fry at him. “You got drunk off three White Claws.”
“Shut up. Anyway, Jake.” Sunoo diverts the attention away from himself. “Seriously, what did you do to him? Heeseung doesn’t go to parties and not hook up with someone.”
“Well, he definitely wasn’t going to hook up with me. And he promised he’d take care of me for the night.”
Sunoo shakes his head in disbelief. “And you didn’t suck his dick for that?”
“I’m. Abstinent.”
Heeseung stirs, muttering something along the lines of “fuck off, Sunoo.” He tries to sit up straight for a moment, sways, then drops his cheek against Jake’s shoulder with a groan.
Sunghoon and Sunoo share a look, eyebrows wiggling.
“It’s not like that,” Jake says, just as Heeseung’s arms wrap around his waist.
✧
“Jake, stop bringing your friends here. This is just becoming a Talk About Sex Club,” Soobin complains.
Sunoo rolls his eyes. “Well, how am I supposed to begin my new lifestyle if I don’t confess my sins?”
“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Jungwon interjects. “You literally have a dick appointment waiting outside.”
“They didn’t have to know that,” Sunoo growls.
The rest of the club isn’t even paying attention at this point, they’re just taking advantage of the snacks. Soobin’s mom made snickerdoodles.
“Is anyone in this club even practicing abstinence?” Sunghoon asks. “Other than Jake.”
Jake frowns and puts his hand down.
The room goes silent. No hands raised.
Soobin deflates into his chair, defeated. “Okay. Fine. This is officially the Talk About Sex Club. Sorry, Jake— I mean The Christian Talk About Sex Club.”
✧
Somehow, Heeseung is sexy while doing literally anything. In Jake’s eyes, at least.
It’s hard to stop staring even though Heeseung is just laying in bed playing Pokémon on his Switch, with a large bag of gummy bears balanced on his chest. His hair is still damp and messy from a shower, his skin is dewy and his lips glisten in the bluish lighting from the Switch, and he has no right eating gummies like that, letting his fingertips linger, teasing along his lower lip as he chews. Jake wants to taste him.
Heeseung catches him staring and winks. What a menace. “You want one?” he teases, shaking the bag of gummies.
Jake gets the urge to throw The New Testament at Heeseung’s head and retreat, alarm bells sounding. But then he admits to himself that these panicked reactions are because he has a crush, and he’s been thinking about Heeseung nonstop since the party. Hesitantly, he sets his Bible down, slips out of bed, crosses the room, leans toward Heeseung, and says, “feed me.”
Heeseung’s eyes darken. He turns his switch off and sets it aside without even saving the game. Priorities.
Jake parts his lips, waiting, and Heeseung slips a gummy bear between them. It’s a little weird, if Jake steps out of himself for a moment, but in his own body it’s hot and he’s delirious , slowly chewing the candy, shivering at the feeling of Heeseung’s fingers rubbing along his lips. He swallows, and before he can second guess himself, his tongue is gliding between his lips, teasing against Heeseung’s sweet, sticky fingertips.
“Fuck,” Heeseung groans, scrambling to sit up against the headboard. He holds the back of Jake’s head, pulls him in, and they’re kissing. Chastely, of course. Yes. It’s a very chaste kiss, suitable for people who are not married, if we just ignore the eager tongue slipping into Jake’s mouth, and the resulting groan, and Jake’s blood rushing south.
Jake lets himself go, lets himself fall into Heeseung, licking tactlessly at the tongue invading his mouth. Heeseung tastes like mouthwash and sugar, and his spit twists all the artificial flavors into something rich and addicting. His mouth moves against Jake’s with obvious practice, just enough pressure, just enough slickness, a tease of teeth at just the right moment to have Jake trembling, falling apart. Suddenly he doesn’t care about church or chastity club or the ring on his finger.
Jake’s knees feel like jelly, like they can’t hold him up anymore— that’s definitely the only reason he hoists himself onto Heeseung’s bed and straddles his lap. No other reason.
“So good,” Heeseung breathes, dragging his hands down Jake’s back and resting them at his hips. “Your mouth is better for way more than praying.”
Jake already feels like he’s catching on fire, but of course Heeseung has to use words. “Quiet,” he mutters, playfully whacking Heeseung’s chest before settling his hands there. “Less talking. More kissing.”
“Mm fine.” Heeseung quickly obliges, surging in to kiss Jake harder and dirtier than before. His tongue moves in ways that Jake didn’t know tongues could move, spit drips from the sloppy seal of their mouths, and wet smacking noises follow Jake’s quiet moans.
Jake tries his best to reciprocate, trying to lick into Heeseung’s mouth despite Heeseung relentlessly fucking his own tongue between Jake’s lips, but it just results in smeared drool and bitten lips. Heeseung seems content with taking the lead, and Jake is content with that, with melting into Heeseung’s lap and letting Heeseung have his mouth.
With that, he has enough room to think a singular thought: eight inch cock. And he’s in the perfect spot to sate some of his curiosity. It probably wouldn’t hurt to just shift his hips a little and— oh. Good Lord. Is that really Heeseung’s dick or does he have a prayer candle in his pocket? Jake presses his ass down, moves his hips in a little circle to investigate, and nearly short circuits at the feeling of Heeseung’s big, hard cock rubbing against him.
Heeseung groans, hips twitching and lips separating from Jake. A few strands of saliva connect them. “What are you doing?” The depth of his voice, the raspiness of it, is driving Jake insane. “Hm?” he urges. “What is my sweet little church boy doing?”
“Nothing,” Jake says breathlessly, but he can’t stop grinding into Heeseung’s lap, too obsessed with Heeseung’s expression, brows furrowed and lower lip caught under his teeth, eyes dark and glimmering. And it feels nice, so warm and tingly and right.
“I know you know what you’re doing,” Heeseung mutters. His chest trembles under Jake’s palms, quaking with his stuttered breaths and gasps. He writhes under Jake’s relentless hips. “Fuck, that’s so— you’re being such a tease.”
“Sorry.” Jake leans in and kisses Heeseung, quick and clumsy, too focused on the feeling of such a massive boner against his ass. “It just— it feels so good,” he sighs.
Heeseung smiles lazily, squeezing Jake’s hips and bucking his hips up. He easily jostles Jake’s entire weight. “Yeah? You like grinding on my cock like a little slut?”
“Heeseung,” Jake whines. He should be offended. He is not a slut, he hasn’t abstained for eighteen years of his life to get called a slut. It shouldn’t turn him on to be called something he’s not, but apparently it does, sending heat through his core, making his dick twitch. There’s something wrong with him. Some evil force is compelling him to scoot forward until his boner is trapped between their stomachs.
Next thing he knows, they’re desperately humping each other, with enough force for the bed to quake against the wall—sorry, neighbors—and Heeseung’s tongue is down his throat and his broad hands are on his ass and he doesn’t want this to stop. His body is so overcome with pleasure that he’s shaking, spilling pathetic moans into Heeseung’s mouth, grabbing at the fabric of Heeseung’s shirt like it’ll tether him. And just when he thinks it can’t get any better, the pleasure builds. It grips his balls and floods his core, setting his nerves on fire. He feels hot and dirty and wet in the best way possible, slicked over with sweat, leaking precum into his boxers, swallowing Heeseung’s spit.
It’s like Heeseung knows exactly how to orchestrate Jake’s pleasure, how to play his body like an instrument; he sucks Jake’s lower lip into his mouth and teases at it with his teeth, grinds slow and hard, and—
Jake’s pleasure peaks. He cries out sharply, all of the muscles in his body going offline, tense and trembling as he blows his load in his pants.
It should feel gross but it’s euphoric, pent up heat erupting from his dick and soaking his boxers. Holy fuck. Pent up is used lightly— it was fucking dormant for three years because Jake hasn’t touched himself since he was a sophomore. It’s either that fact or Heeseung working him through it, guiding his hips into a clumsy grind, kissing down his neck, but he comes until he’s dizzy, until he’s so messy that there’s a dark spot at the front of his sweatpants.
When he comes down he slumps against Heeseung’s body, squishing his cheek against his shoulder. He’s completely spent. And coming back to his senses… his very Christian senses. Oh Lord. Oh no. What has he done?
“You okay? That was so fucking hot.” Heeseung pets down Jake’s back soothingly, but it doesn’t help.
“I—”Jake starts, chokes on the single syllable, and releases a wet sob. “I’m a sinner!”
“Woah, are you crying?” Heeseung grabs Jake’s shoulders and sits him up, fixing him with a warm look of concern, which also doesn’t help because Jake just wants to lick his face and also shove it into his crotch and these are not very Christian thoughts to be having.
So Jake prays. He squeezes his eyes shut and prays profusely, blubbering and babbling about forgiveness and Jesus and temptation.
“Hey, it’s fine,” Heeseung soothes. He hugs Jake close and runs his fingers through his hair. “It’s just sex—”
“No!” Jake argues. “It’s not sex. We didn’t even take our clothes off.”
Right. What is Jake freaking out over? He’s still pure. It wasn’t even sex! Which means they could do it again. “We could do it again,” he muses aloud, no longer crying because that’s a very comforting thought.
Heeseung’s chest shakes, probably with laughter. “Um… alright then, church boy.”
✧
“So you had sex?” Sunghoon deadpans.
“And you’re a horndog,” Sunoo contributes.
Jake groans in annoyance. “It wasn’t sex.”
“Sooo, what is sex?” Sunghoon presses on.
“I’m—” Jake doesn’t even know what counts as sex. Handjobs? Oral? Penetration? “I’m not gonna say that out loud.”
✧
Jake and Heeseung get really comfortable with each other, as roommates.
If they’re in the room together, they’re touching. Jake sits on Heeseung’s lap while he plays League, they cuddle while Jake studies and Heeseung scrolls through TikTok, and Heeseung even agrees to join Jake’s nightly prayer. They even sleep in the same bed, usually Jake’s because Jake has all the coziest blankets. The kissing just… happens a lot. Even when they’re having dinner with their friends. And during chastity club meetings.
“What the fuck?” Soobin groans, throwing his dry erase marker at Heeseung’s head. The whiteboard just says the anus is not on the food pyramid. “What is this now? The Christian Have Sex Club? Get it together, people, we’re gonna have a guest speaker tomorrow.”
“Are they hot?” Sunoo asks.
“Why are you even here?”
So, anyway. Yeah. Heeseung and Jake are really good friends.
✧
“Are you stupid or are you dumb?” asks Sunoo, feeding his torn five dollar bill into a vending machine and cussing when it spits it back out.
Jake pouts. “Neither?”
Sunoo rolls his eyes, then smacks the bill against the vending machine and aggressively flattens it with the heel of his palm. “So you’re telling me you don’t even know that you and Heeseung are dating?”
Why does everyone think that? All of Jake’s friends think so. And all of Jake’s classmates. And all of Heeseung’s friends.
“We’re not dating,” Jake grumbles.
“Uh huh.” Sunoo successfully inserts the money and types in the code for a bag of M&Ms. “Do you want anything?”
“No thanks— and we’re not dating.”
“Uh huh.”
“We’re not!”
“You sleep in the same bed, Jake. You suck face 24/7.”
“That doesn’t mean we’re dating. I mean… Heeseung probably wants to date someone who’ll have sex with him.”
“He doesn’t even sleep around anymore,” Sunoo whisper-yells. “And you. Had. Sex.”
Jake crosses his arms against his chest, puffing his cheeks out. “You don’t know anything.”
“Oh no.” Sunoo grabs the sides of the machine and attempts fruitlessly to shake it. “My M&M’s. They’re stuck.”
“Deserved.”
✧
Jake and Heeseung are just messing around. They happen to be roommates, and they happen to find each other attractive, so it’s convenient. That’s the only reason they went out to dinner together, and browsed a night market hand-in-hand, and bought each other stuff, and came home to get comfy and spend the rest of the evening cuddling.
“You wanna know something crazy?” Jake whispers, teasing his fingers through Heeseung’s hair.
Heeseung’s eyelashes flutter. “Yeah. Tell me,” he mumbles. He’s all sleepy, with his pouty lips and droopy eyes and hair falling into his face. Jake loves it when he gets like this.
“People think we’re dating.”
Heeseung doesn’t say anything at first, instead flashing his pretty teeth through a smile, holding Jake tighter and rubbing the tips of their noses together.
Jake’s heart pounds. “They think we’re a couple,” he repeats.
A low chuckle fans against his lips. “They do, hm? I wonder why,” Heeseung teases. “I mean, why would I ever want to date the prettiest boy on campus?”
“Exactly— wait, what?”
Heeseung just laughs and kisses him, passionate and eager. There’s a lot of teeth but Jake doesn’t care, in fact, he thinks Heeseung’s teeth are sexy and enjoys licking them, burying his tongue between them. It’s almost enough to distract him from what Heeseung said, from the fact that Heeseung was being sarcastic and they very much could be dating, and now it’s even more fun to kiss Heeseung, his boyfriend.
Jake feels like a shaken can of Pepsi again, in the best way possible. And when he gets excited he can’t contain it. He usually either shouts or jumps or texts all of his friends, but he can’t do any of those things when he’s tangled up in Heeseung, sucking face as Sunoo would say.
So, he’s extremely squirmy, wiggling around in Heeseung’s hold and pressing himself as close as possible, tugging on Heeseung’s hair and dragging wet kisses down his neck. He can feel Heeseung’s cock poking against his hip, and he isn’t a slut or a horndog but he wants to touch it so bad. Like, he’ll die if he doesn’t get a hand on his boyfriend’s dick.
He hesitates, of course, far too shy to just grab it. Instead of doing that, he rests his hand on Heeseung’s lower abdomen and plucks at the material of his hoodie, subtly dragging it up his body.
Heeseung’s breath hitches, burns into a gasp when Jake nibbles at the base of his throat.
“Clothes stay on,” Jake reminds him, although he’s the one dipping his fingers under Heeseung’s waistband.
“Heard,” Heeseung breathes.
Jake keeps his face buried in Heeseung’s neck as he gets into a comfortable position, wrapping his leg around Heeseung’s waist. His fingers are trembling, but it’s mostly because he’s so wound up. And he had a lot of sugar at the night market. He’s so eager to do this he can’t even imagine backing out.
He slides his hand into Heeseung’s boxers and wraps it around his cock. They both moan; Heeseung because, well, Jake is touching his dick, and Jake because this feels so lewd— Heeseung is definitely eight inches, if not more, heavy and feverish and throbbing.
Jake gently explores his cock, rubbing the prominent veins with his thumb, dragging one long stroke from the base to the tip and teasing his fingers over the wet slit.
“Oh, fuck, Jake,” Heeseung sighs, dick twitching in Jake’s hand.
“You’re really big,” Jake comments dazedly. Truly, it feels like a whole journey to stroke back down Heeseung’s shaft, and it’s a little overwhelming. But Jake tries his best. He applies some pressure and strokes at an uneven pace, biting his lip at the feeling of hot blood pounding through Heeseung’s veins.
Heeseung hisses and grabs Jake’s wrist. “Give me your hand, baby.”
Jake, confused, allows Heeseung to tug his palm up to his mouth and spit on it. Somehow, he isn’t grossed out by that at all. It’s. Well, It’s hot. And it feels even dirtier when Heeseung guides his hand back down to his cock and closes his fingers around it, nice and slippery.
“Can I?” Heeseung asks, eclipsing Jake’s hand with his own.
Jake nods eagerly. “Yeah. Show me how to make you feel good.”
“Good boy,” Heeseung praises. His hand tightens around Jake’s, gripping it tight against his cock, guiding it up and down with a flick of his wrist on every stroke. “Mmh, your hand is so fucking good. So soft. Gonna fuck it.” And he does. He thrusts into their hands, filling the room with pornographic sounds like the mattress creaking and spit and precum squelching between Jake’s fingers. There’s so much power behind his rhythm, so much strength in his grasp that Jake’s hand is getting crushed, but that’s perfectly fine because Jake likes it. He likes how it feels to have his hand pressed against Heeseung’s cock. He likes watching Heeseung lose himself in pleasure, face scrunched and glistening with sweat, groans forced out of him with each downstroke.
Jake swallows thickly and drool gushes down his throat. He’s properly salivating. He wants to do more than just let Heeseung use his hand, so he snuggles closer and latches his wet mouth onto Heeseung’s neck, sucking until he can taste the tang of blood rising to the surface of Heeseung’s skin.
“Shit,” Heeseung growls, using his free hand to grip Jake’s hair. “Fuck. I’m gonna come.”
A few more thrusts and Heeseung is stilling with a deep moan, pressing Jake’s hand against the tip of his cock just as it spits out hot, thick globs of cum. It breaches the seal of Jake’s fingers, oozing down the shaft and his wrist, soaking into Heeseung’s boxers. Jake’s breath shudders. His eyelashes flutter against Heeseung’s neck. He feels like he’s about to come without even being touched.
When Heeseung is done, and the last spurt of cum drools between Jake’s fingers and down the back of his hand, he deflates into Jake’s space, pressing a noisy kiss to his forehead. “Oh my God.” He takes a deep breath, winded, and exhales shakily. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“Not if you kill me first,” Jake mumbles. He frees his hand from Heeseung’s sweatpants and holds it up, staring with wide eyes at the thick, milky rivulets of cum painting his skin. There’s even a glob of it clinging to his purity ring. He rubs his fingertips together and pulls them apart, watching a sticky web stretch between them.
“Holy fuck. Did I come that hard?” Heeseung scrambles to sit up. “Here, let me grab you some tissues—”
But Jake already has his lips against his purity ring, sucking it clean and gagging at the taste as cum glides down his throat. “It tastes bad,” he complains.
“Of course it does.” Heeseung laughs incredulously. “It’s cum. And I’m addicted to Monster.”
“Drink more water,” Jake suggests, then proceeds to shove two fingers in his mouth.
“What the Hell?”
Jake shrugs, audibly sucking his fingers clean, swirling his tongue around and between them. He’s been a good boy all his life, after all. He knows how to clean up after himself.
“Jake…” Heeseung gulps. “I think I need Jesus now.”
✧
Jake is happy to bring Heeseung to church with him, bouncing on his toes and swinging their hands as he parades Heeseung around, introducing him to his church friends and the pastors and his Sunday school teacher. He glows from the coos and the compliments about how cute they look together, and tries not to laugh when Heeseung shoots glaring homophobes the bird.
And Heeseung cleans up well. He looks so good in a dress shirt, and slacks that show off the length of his legs, with his hair gelled out of his eyes and his sleeves bunched up to show off his strong forearms. Jake would be all over him if they weren’t, well, at church.
Mostly, Jake is just grateful that Heeseung is taking an interest in his religion, and accompanying him to service, even if he doesn’t believe in it. It means he really cares, and they’re meant to be together, and one day they’ll be married with two and a half kids.
They take their seats near the back because Heeseung wants to scroll through Twitter, and Soobin turns in his chair to look at them with narrowed eyes.
Jake shoots him a brilliant smile, and Heeseung shoots him another bird.
“No funny business. I’m watching you two,” Soobin threatens. He pulls his phone out and snaps a picture, probably so everyone can laugh at the sight of Heeseung of all people attending church. “Keep your tongues in your mouths.”
Heeseung snorts.
“Your own mouths,” Soobin clarifies.
Okay, so that doesn’t happen.
In Jake’s defense, he’s already studied all of the scriptures in-depth, and doesn’t have much left to learn, and Heeseung really does look fucking amazing, and he can’t stop thinking about his cock.
Maybe he gets a little bored and starts caressing Heeseung’s thigh, slowly teasing his hand higher until his fingers brush against the zip of Heeseung’s slacks.
And maybe Heeseung grabs his wrist, keeping his hand where it is before he can retreat, and noses at his ear. His breath is cool because of the gum he’s chewing, and it sends a shiver down Jake’s spine. “You good?” he whispers.
Jake turns to face him, nose-to-nose, and Heeseung looks like he wants to devour him whole. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
They get closer with each yeah, and of course they end up kissing. Like, duh. How could they not?
Soobin beats them both with a programme after service. He’s justified.
✧
“Let me get this straight,” Sunghoon starts, brow furrowed. “You’re upset because your boyfriend has a nice dick?”
Jake nods, like it’s obvious, as if his predicament is too easy to comprehend. “Well, yeah. Because I want it. Inside me.”
Sunghoon’s jaw drops. Jake picks it up for him. “There’s something seriously wrong with you, dude. If you want to have sex with him then have sex with him,” Sunghoon says, desperate, arms flailing. “You’ve already had sex with him.”
“No I didn’t.”
“You ate his cum.”
“Our clothes were still on!”
✧
“Soobin, I need your advice,” Jake whispers.
Soobin looks up from the game of solitaire on his laptop. They’re in class. “Why do you need my advice, slutwhore?” He means it lovingly. Jake thinks.
“What’s the farthest one could go, like, in bed, and still consider themselves pure?”
Soobin raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean by pure?”
“I dunno.” Jake wiggles his ring finger. “Still allowed to wear this.”
“It’s just a ring.”
“You know what I mean. I don’t want to break my vow. I wanna remain abstinent.”
“Then don’t have sex anymore?”
“Anymore?”
Soobin rolls his eyes. “Okay. Fine. Do you wanna know what I used to do? To remain abstinent or whatever.”
“Yes please.”
“Have you ever heard of soaking?”
“Uhh, I don’t think I have.”
Soobin scoots his chair closer, and it’s so loud that the whole class looks at them. That doesn’t stop him from whispering to Jake; “it’s where you let him stick it in you but don’t let him like, actually fuck you. It doesn’t count as sex, to people like you probably.”
“Oh. Wow. Thanks, Soob. Wait— people like me? What is that supposed to mean? Soobin?”
✧
Jake shares the idea with Heeseung, who laughs in his face.
“Hee.” Jake pouts, tugging on Heeseung’s sleeve. “I’m being so serious and for real right now. I just wanna feel you inside me.”
“Is that really what you wanna do?”
“Yeah. It really is.”
✧
“Do I have to be in the room for this part?” Sunoo complains. He buries his face in Heeseung’s pillows and screams in agony.
His pleas for mercy remain ignored.
It’s not like Heeseung can answer with his mouth suctioned to Jake’s neck, or Jake can even comprehend words with Heeseung’s hand down his boxers and three fingers buried in his ass.
They’ve been doing this for half an hour. Jake is extremely tight— well, was extremely tight; now he’s loose, hole greedily swallowing Heeseung’s thick fingers, soaking his boxers with lube—and Heeseung is extremely big. Prep is important at times like this.
And now Heeseung is moving his lips down Jake’s neck to suck the nth hickey into his skin.
“Heeseung,” Jake whines, dragging his nails down Heeseung’s arm. “I’m ready.”
“Ready for what?” Heeseung teases.
Jake mutters under his breath.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Put. It. In me.”
“Put what in you?”
“You’re so annoying,” Jake groans. He really doesn’t need to be teased right now. He’s so horny that it aches, and Heeseung’s fingers felt almost too good at first but now he needs more. He needs it. Can’t Heeseung tell? Jake is drenched head-to-toe in sweat, skin flushed red, drool glistening down his chin. He’s already far gone and he’s going to fucking die if he doesn’t get fu— penetrated.
Heeseung smiles an evil little smile, rubbing the pads of his fingers against Jake’s walls and stopping just short of his prostate.
Jake throws his head back and whimpers. “Your cock, Hee.”
“Dirty mouth,” Heeseung says, then kisses said mouth, firm but syrupy and sweet, pulling his fingers out with a gross, wet pop.
Lube leaks from Jake’s fluttering hole, glides between his asscheeks in a filthy stream. His boxers are toast.
There’s so much of it dripping from Heeseung’s fingers that he just uses it to slick himself up.
Oh, fuck. This is actually happening. Heeseung is actually lining himself up right now, finding a comfortable position between Jake’s legs, and pulling the damp fabric of Jake’s boxers to the side— the clothes always stay on, Jake has that written on their whiteboard in cute bubble letters.
Heeseung nudges his tip against Jake’s hole and Jake gasps, reaching up and gripping Heeseung’s shoulders for dear life. He has to bite back a sob when Heeseung first breaches his hole, the muscle of his rim giving in all at once, aching with the stretch. There’s some resistance, and Heeseung has to spread Jake’s asscheek to the side so he can continue to force himself inside Jake’s body.
“Fuck,” Jake cries out, then smacks a hand over his mouth, eyes wide and glistening with tears.
Heeseung’s eyebrows shoot into his hairline. “You just cussed.”
“I did,” Jake breathes, rubbing drool all over his palm then wiping it on Heeseung’s sleeve.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” Jake’s face contorts when he really takes stock of how well he’s being stretched and filled, how good Heeseung feels, hot and throbbing inside him. “More than. Are you all the way in?” he asks. Even his voice is trembling.
Heeseung laughs, and Jake can feel it in his asshole— they’re connected so intimately that Heeseung’s breaths might as well be Jake’s own. “Not even close, baby. I’ve barely got the tip in.”
“You’re joking.”
Heeseung shakes his head, smile lingering. “Does it feel that good already? I can feel you shaking.”
“It really does.”
This would probably be an excruciating convo to listen to. It’s a good thing Sunoo has headphones on now, playing early 2000s hits at full volume. Is that Usher?
“Good. Can you take more for me?”
“Please,” Jake begs, tightening his legs around Heeseung’s waist. “I want it all inside.”
Heeseung pulls out a little, just to shove himself back in, pushing Jake’s entire body up the bed as a few more inches slide into him, making his legs tremble and sending hot tears down his cheeks, eliciting groans from both of them. The stretch is unreal. It’s all-consuming, Jake’s world crumbling around him until all that’s left is Heeseung’s thick cock rearranging his insides, Heeseung’s soft lips kissing his tears away, Heeseung’s familiar, mouthwatering scent. Everything is Heeseung, and Jake doesn’t know what to do with himself but take. “More,” he gasps. “Hee, please.”
Heeseung groans in response, bottoming out with one firm, confident thrust. His hips press against Jake’s ass and his tip sits somewhere right under the surface of Jake’s abdomen.
Jake can’t even think. His eyes are hardly open and his lips are parted, releasing nothing but a pathetic, broken squeak. He feels like he’ll actually explode if he makes one wrong move, given that Heeseung’s cock fills him entirely, relentless pressure against his prostate, pleasure sparking down his spine with every breath.
“Good?” Heeseung checks in. His chest is heaving in time with Jake’s.
“Good,” Jake whines.
“Knew you’d take my cock so well,” Heeseung praises, voice dripping with adoration, eyes deep and hungry. “Taking my cock right up your tight little ass.”
Jake arches against Heeseung, hole managing to clench down on his dick. “Ah— mmh— is my ass tight or is your cock just offensively huge?”
“Both,” Heeseung groans.
“Fuuuck, I can feel you in my throat. You’re so big.”
Heeseung huffs a laugh through his nose. “Why is your mouth suddenly so nasty? You’re kinda slutty for a sweet Christian boy, don’t you think?”
“Shut up,” Jake whispers.
“Why are you whispering?”
“Because.” Because Jake can feel every vibration in his body against Heeseung’s cock, and the slightest shift of his diaphragm makes him flinch, pleasure zapping all the way to his toes. “It feels too good to talk.”
“Huh. That’s interesting.” Heeseung drags a hand down Jake’s body, slipping it under his shirt and pressing against Jake’s abs, right where his cock is and fuck. Jake can feel everything. He can feel how his flesh gives under Heeseung’s hand, pressed between his palm and the swollen head of his cock, how Heeseung invades his body and makes a home for himself deep inside, pulsing and hot.
“Jesus,” Jake moans.
Heeseung pouts playfully. “Moaning another man’s name already?”
“I think I’ll die if I laugh right now,” Jake complains, as if he would be capable of laughter anyway. There’s nothing funny about the way he’s being split open right now.
“Dramatic,” Heeseung chuckles, letting up on Jake’s abs. “So, uh. What now?”
Jake blinks up at him. Right. What now? Should they just sit here and soak for a few minutes, and then get on with their day?
Oh, yeah. There was one more piece of advice Soobin gave him: have a friend shake the bed so it seems more like they’re really fucking, like a stimulation. It’s a genius plan. It’s the perfect way for Jake to have sex with Heeseung without having sex with Heeseung.
“Now, cue Sunoo.”
“Oh.” Heeseung looks over at Sunoo, who’s now laying face down and listening to Britney Spears. “I forgot he was in here.”
“Throw a pillow at him.”
Heeseung nods and grabs a pillow, then launches it at Sunoo’s ass. The resulting movement of Heeseung’s hips shreds a moan out of Jake that startles them both.
“What? Is the dick in?” Sunoo asks, dropping the headphones around his neck and looking over his shoulder.
“It’s in,” Jake confirms. He sounds like he just got hit by a train.
Sunoo approaches Jake’s bed and assesses the situation. “Do I just—” he places his palms on the edge of the mattress, giving it a few experimental shoves, “like, give the bed CPR?”
“I guess,” Heeseung says. “Wait. Let me get comfortable.” He wiggles a little and settles his warm body weight against Jake, simultaneously rubbing his abdomen against Jake’s dick and shifting the angle of his own cock inside him, pressing it harder against his prostate, and Jake loses it.
It isn’t that shocking, really. It’s been building up the entire time Heeseung’s had his dick in Jake’s ass, simmering and expanding.
Yeah, so Jake comes. He comes embarrassingly hard, trembling and moaning and clenching, thighs spasming around Heeseung’s waist, eyes squeezing shut. The sensation pours over him, boiling him in sweet, sticky pleasure that he can taste. It even tingles in his fingertips. He can feel a pathetic dribble of cum soaking into his boxers, dick jumping against the material, and can feel Heeseung twitching inside him because of the relentless clenching.
So much for having sex without having sex. Who knew Jake could orgasm just from having a cock shoved up his ass? Just— just shoved up there. Not even properly fucking him.
He doesn’t want to come to terms with reality once his orgasm ebbs away, so he stays very, very still. He’s just a statue. They can’t see him.
Heeseung splutters. “Did you just—?”
“I’m just gonna go. I still want my twenty bucks,” Sunoo says, then audibly bolts out of the room.
“Did you come?” Heeseung whispers.
Jake cracks an eye open. “Maybe. Just a little bit.”
✧
Jake is going straight to Hell.
He could’ve redeemed himself, honestly. He could’ve immediately cleaned up and knelt on the floor and prayed for forgiveness.
But intrinsically, that’s not what Jake wants.
This is what he wants; Heeseung pinning him against the mattress with a bruising grip on his waist, fucking into him like a wild animal, grunting with each wet smack of his hips against Jake’s ass.
And with no clothes on. Not even socks.
“So— ah, good,” Jake wails, clawing desperately at the pillows under his head. He’s entirely incapable of shutting up, high-pitched moans and incoherent sobs bubbling out of him nonstop. There’s hardly any room in his body to keep his noises at bay, anyway. All the free space is taken up by Heeseung’s cock pounding into his ass.
He only has the capacity to keep his heart-filled eyes on Heeseung, to let his gaze keep wandering down to the ab muscles working under soft, sweat-drenched skin, then wandering up to ogle Heeseung’s perfect face. Soon, he won’t even be able to keep his eyes open if Heeseung keeps banging him like this.
Heeseung’s rhythm doesn’t even falter as he unlatches Jake’s leg from his waist, manhandles it around and presses Jake’s calf against his shoulder, accessing a new angle that nearly causes Jake to choke on his own tongue.
Sex is far more intense than Jake expected it to be— or maybe it’s just Heeseung, all eight plus inches of him. Every thrust inside is a shock to his body, Heeseung’s cockhead battering his organs, his stretched walls spasming around the intrusion. The heat of it is everywhere, vacuumed to Jake’s skin, burning though his lungs, thick and wet in his mouth. And just the sounds would make the Devil himself blush; bed frame creaking and thundering against the wall, rim squelching against Heeseung’s cock, skin slapping against skin.
“Fuck. Mmh, Hee. So good, so good. Don’t stop.” Jake babbles on. He restlessly lolls his head from one side to the other like he’s drunk off his ass, ignoring the drool that leaks from the corners of his lips, soaking his cheeks. “Please. Fuck— hah— fuck me. So deep, Heeseung.” At this point he can’t even recognize his own voice, so guttural and whiny it’s embarrassing.
“Look at you,” Heeseung marvels, gripping Jake’s thigh. “Fucked so stupid, you’re acting like a slutty little bitch. Why did you deny it for so long, hm? You’re made for this, made to worship my cock. You sound like you’re praying to me right now.”
Jake whimpers brokenly, tasting the salt of tears on his tongue because it’s all true. He’s devoted far more time and thought to Heeseung’s dick than to God. He’s risking it all for dick. He’s a cockslut.
“I know why you wanna be such a good boy, Jake,” Heeseung purrs. There’s something dark and carnal glimmering in his irises, embers burning in the depths of his blown pupils. “You’re just a whore for praise.” He manages to thrust harder and faster, plowing Jake into the mattress, pulling a desperate shout from Jake’s lips. “That’s it, so good for me. So pretty. So good at taking cock. Yeah. You like that? You’re gonna be a perfect fucktoy.”
Jake’s eyes roll back. He’s seeing stars, genuinely, static buzzing around the edges of his vision. He’d probably pass out if it weren’t for Heeseung’s jarring thrusts sending his body into overdrive.
He can’t even respond to Heeseung, tongue hanging limp and useless against his lower lip, throat barraged with pathetic puppy-whimpers, mind swirling with disjointed thoughts like so fucking good and Jesus died for this and eight inches. Heeseung is quite literally fucking the sense out of him.
It’s all deliciously filthy, Jake letting Heeseung properly defile his body, taking and taking without a care for the lube and air forced into his system, or the ache in his ass or the sharp pain at the base of his spine, or the bright red and purple all over him, from his neck to his asscheeks. Honestly, even the pain feels amazing. Jake would let Heeseung do anything to him.
“You poor thing,” Heeseung coos, grabbing Jake’s chin and squeezing his jaw until his lips puff out, a disgusting bubble of spit forming at the corner of his mouth. “You can’t even talk, you’re getting fucked so good. Enjoy it, Jakey. It’s what you deserve for being a good, pure boy.” With a breathless chuckle, he releases Jake’s face and works his hand down his body, flicking at his nipple and rubbing his thumb down his abs.
Jake can only provide a weak moan, body arching into Heeseung’s touch.
Heeseung looks set on destroying him. There’s something sinister in his expression, something sadistic under his sweaty, dripping glow of lust. He makes a show of hooking his hands under Jake’s thighs, kneading them and digging his nails into the skin, then forces them upward, stretching Jake to his limit and nearly pressing his knees to his shoulders. The new position allows Heeseung to fuck even deeper, groin pressed right against Jake’s rim, balls dragging between Jake’s spread cheeks, cockhead forcing itself somewhere it probably doesn’t belong.
“Oh my God,” Jake cries out, sucking in a shaky gasp and holding it there to burn in his lungs as Heeseung ravages him. Pleasure barrels through his body, so much of it that he thinks he’s coming but it hasn’t peaked yet. He’s shaking with it, dick squirting precum across his abs, head tossed back in ecstasy. “Gonna come,” he whimpers, then sobs like he’s in pure agony because the delicious pressure of Heeseung’s cock retreats, the head popping out with a lewd squelch, leaving Jake’s soaked hole empty and gaping.
Heeseung is evil. What the fuck is wrong with him? If his sharp, amused smile wasn’t so goddamn pretty, Jake would kick him in the face for that.
“I’m not done with you,” Heeseung says. He leans forward, pressing the hard planes of his body against the backs of Jake’s legs, and rubs the head of his cock around Jake’s hole, teasing.
“Fuck you. I wanna come,” Jake rasps, reaching up to tug at Heeseung’s sweat-drenched hair. “Need you inside.”
“Here?” Heeseung taps his cock against his rim.
Jake groans. “Heeseung.”
“Can’t last a second without my cock inside you,” Heeseung comments, easily slipping his cock back inside, pressing all the way in with a deep groan. “You’re really a cocksleeve.”
“It’s too good.”
Heeseung smirks at that, minutely rolling his hips in circles just to drive Jake insane. “Then pray for it.”
Jake’s heart stutters. “What?”
“If you want it so bad, then pray for it. Come on, my pretty church boy.” Then Heeseung purses his lips, leans closer, and spits. He lets a thick, foamy glob slide off his lower lip, landing on Jake’s forehead and drooling down the side of his nose.
Jake blinks up owlishly, with wide, watery eyes, lips parted dumbly as Heeseung collects the spit with his thumb and draws a wet cross on Jake’s forehead.
“That’s a catholic thing,” Jake whispers, pretending he’s not atrociously turned on and monstrously down bad.
Heeseung raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t ask. Now pray for my cock, unless you don’t want it?”
“I want it.”
“Show me you want it.”
Jake takes in a shuddering breath, clasping his trembling hands together and letting his eyes flutter shut. This is so wrong, so fucking disgusting, but Jake doesn’t care. He doesn’t care if he’ll burn in Hell later because right now all he wants is Heeseung. “Father God,” he starts, lips clumsy and slippery from all the drooling, voice wobbly from all the moaning, “thank You for all the blessings and joy You have given me. Through Your grace I know I can achieve anything, Lord.” His tongue feels heavy in his mouth, struggling to form the next words, “please fill my heart with Your love and… my ass… with Heeseung’s cock.”
Heeseung groans under his breath, prying Jake’s legs as far apart as they can go and setting a slow rhythm with his hips. “Good boy. Fuck. Keep going.”
“Please,” Jake gasps. “Please, Lord God, let me get fucked by Heeseung’s eight inch cock.”
Heeseung clears his throat. “Eight and a half.”
“Eight and a half,” Jake amends, spluttering the words. “Please, please.” He moans at a particularly deep trust, squeezing his hands so hard together that his knuckles turn white. “Please, Lord. It’s so fucking good. I need it. I need it more than anything.” His voice rises in pitch with each press of Heeseung’s hips against his ass, straining to form words as the pace picks up, as the bed starts to smack the wall again and Heeseung’s breath fans hot and eager against his neck. “Please, God—”
Heeseung growls like an animal, wrenching Jake’s hands apart and pinning his wrists over his head. “That’s not my name, baby.”
Jake writhes, dazed and lost and far too occupied with the dick fucking into him just right. The angle is perfect, the length is perfect, Heeseung is perfect. “Heeseung,” he pleads.
“That’s right. Pray to me.”
Holy fuck. Jake isn’t gonna survive. This is an extremely jarring spiritual awakening, a moment where his world shatters. He’d never feel this good listening to gospel music at church or praying before bed or reading the Bible for the hundredth time. In his mind, the highest being is Heeseung. So, it feels right to pray to him.
“Please, Heeseung. I want You. I only want Your cock— fuck— so deep. Fill me up forever. Mm, Hee. Harder. Please give it to me.”
Heeseung is finally sated, ramming into Jake’s ass at the same brutal pace as before and crashing their lips together, forcing his tongue into Jake’s wet, pliant mouth.
Jake screams into the kiss, legs shaking violently as hot, filthy pleasure wrecks his body, seizing him head-to-toe, rendering him completely useless. He almost chokes on spit and tongue. Long ropes of cum shoot up Heeseung’s chest, splattering up to his collarbone. It’s devastating. He keeps coming and coming, and Heeseung’s powerful thrusts don’t falter, even as Jake’s hole clenches and unclenches.
The pleasure slowly fizzles out and Jake deflates, releasing tension in muscles he didn’t know existed. His post-orgasm bliss is bombarded by Heeseung continuing to plow into him. It should just hurt but Jake is more sensitive than before, still hard and throbbing and now his ass is pulsating around Heeseung’s thick cock.
Heeseung ends the kiss with a feral bite to Jake’s lip, dripping spit all over his mouth like a rabid dog. “You’re so good,” he moans. “I’m gonna come, Jake.”
“Inside,” Jake begs.
A few more thunderous slams into Jake’s ass, and Heeseung is bearing his trembling weight against Jake’s body, stilling inside him with a deep grunt.
Thick, gooey heat shoots into Jake’s ass in waves, a lewd spurt accompanying each spasm of Heeseung’s hips. Heeseung’s load is massive; Jake feels full with it, feels it sloshing between his walls and Heeseung’s cock, feels it dripping deeper into his body, claiming him from the inside.
“Wow,” Jake breathes, eyelids fluttering and heavy. He winces when the pressure of Heeseung leaves him again, shivers when globs of cum glide down his asscrack.
Heeseung looks like sin in the best way possible. His hair is so damp with sweat that it’s far more brown than blond now, slicked away from his forehead, his equally sweat-soaked chest is heaving, rivulets rolling down to his v-line, ribs expanding and contracting under soft skin, and his lips are bright red and swollen with pleasure. He manages a smile that could ruin cities.
“Yeah. Wow,” he agrees. “You’re a really good fuck for an abstinent Christian boy.”
✧
“How did the soaking go?” Soobin teases, staring pointedly at the pillow Jake is sitting on, and has been sitting on for the entire day.
Jake rolls his eyes. “It doesn’t count as sex. There was no vaginal penetration. Duh.”
Soobin looks like he’s about to shit his pants. “Oh my God. Can you please just admit that you’re a sex-having, dickmatized horndog? And take a sex education class.”