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“Have you seen what they’ve been saying on Twitter tonight?” Jeongin asks, eyes flicking over to Chan’s bed.
The older man looks up from his phone, blinking. His face is so soft, so domestic in the yellowish light of their hotel room, makeup taken off hours ago. His cheeks are a little rosy, from the celebratory beers they’d had with dinner after wrapping up their final show. “What’d they say?”
“Chan’s so hot.” Jeongin reads, the English coming out slow and accented on his tongue. He scrolls a little, choosing another tweet to read aloud. “His abs are sexy as fuck.”
“Jeongin,” Chan giggles, covering his mouth, his movements sluggish with the alcohol buzzing in his veins.
He scrolls some more, intending to find something to make Chan positively melt, and he finds it, but at the cost of making his own stomach swoop. “He’s so wife.”
“I- I had my abs out and everything! How–” Chan laughs, a little awkward and a little forced, his cheeks exceptionally red.
“Hmm, I think they’re right,” Jeongin hums, setting his phone down. He pushes himself off his bed, just to get into Chan’s. He sidles up next to him, absolutely brazen. Chan looks up at him, eyes wide, lips slightly parted. “You’re always so pretty, hyung. Or should I call you noona?”
Chan shudders, to both his own and Jeongin’s surprise.
“Pretty,” Jeongin sighs, tracing a finger down Chan’s jaw. “My pretty noona.”
“Jeongin,” Chan gasps, as Jeongin pulls Chan closer, hand firm on the back of his leg. He presses Chan’s crotch against his thigh, and feels him steadily growing hard. “Oh, my God.”
“Hmm? What’s wrong, noona?” Jeongin coos, letting his voice dip lower, into the sultry tone that Chan always melts at.
“J-Jeongin,” Chan breathes. “Touch- Touch me.”
Jeongin’s shameless in sticking his hand down the front of Chan’s boxers, the only piece of clothing he has on left. He gropes Chan’s erection roughly, letting his palm dig into Chan’s hardness. “You’re so turned on already, noona? You’re dripping…”
Jeongin flicks his fingertips over the head of Chan’s leaking cock, steadily leaking with precome. Chan’s pupils are blown out, staring up at Jeongin. His bottom lip quivers dangerously too. Chan would stop him if he wanted, but he isn’t, and Jeongin reaches for the lube bottle hidden in the drawer of the table between them.
He squirts a fat glob of lube onto his index and middle fingers, the one that was groping Chan earlier, then shoves his hand back down Chan’s boxers. The lube is still cold when Jeongin slides his fingers up against Chan’s puckered hole, the older man in his arms whimpering as Jeongin rubs up against him.
“Your pussy’s so wet for me, noona,” Jeongin breathes heavily, pleased as he feels Chan exhale against him.
“Jeongin,” Chan whines, probably begging for more, but he doesn’t feel like indulging Chan just yet, until he–
“Beg for it, if you want it so bad.”
“Oh my God,” Chan gasps. “Finger my– Finger my pussy, please, Jeongin, please–”
“Good girl,” Jeongin purrs, slipping both fingers inside. Chan’s still a little loose from last night, when Jeongin had pounded him into the mattress over and over again on their day off. The fingers slide in with ease, but Chan is still pretty tight around him.
“So tight, noona,” Jeongin coos. “Thought you were a slut.”
“I’m n-not,” Chan gasps, as if he doesn’t let the rest of the boys have their way with him on the regular too. “Not a slut…”
Jeongin laughs. “Sure, noona. As if the way you fucking sound doesn’t spell it out for me.”
The squelch of Jeongin’s long fingers pumping in and out of Chan is filthy, as he reaches to hit Chan’s prostate over and over with every nudge. Chan’s moans are so sweet, breathy and desperate against his chest. He can feel a wet patch through the thin cotton of his t-shirt where Chan’s begun drooling too.
Chan’s rocking back and forth in time with Jeongin’s fingers, getting himself off by rutting his cock against Jeongin’s forearm. He clings onto Jeongin, hips rocking desperately. “Gonna- Gonna come.”
“Needy slut,” Jeongin growls, speeding up his fingers the way he knows Chan likes. He knows Chan like the back of his hand at this point, with how often they sleep together. He knows Chan clenching around him after calling him a slut means he’s close. “Come then, since you’re so desperate.”
The words make Chan shudder, and it doesn’t take much else to make him lose it, throwing his head back in a moan as he comes… all over Jeongin’s forearm.
“Ugh, dirty bitch,” Jeongin tuts crudely. “Made such a fucking mess.”
He pulls out his hand, pulls down Chan’s boxers, and promptly flips Chan over onto his stomach. He pins Chan down, pushes him into the mattress by the small of his back, and gets behind him, pressing his clothed cock against Chan’s ass. Chan can’t possibly fight back, but he still attempts to wriggle free.
“No! Jeongin, I’m still sensitive–” Chan grunts, but it gets muffled against the pillow his face is promptly shoved into.
“I don’t care,” Jeongin says, and he wishes he could see the way Chan presumably tears up. Chan could snap twice to get him to stop whenever he wanted, but he doesn’t do that. He writhes about helplessly, even when Jeongin accidentally loosens his grip when he gets distracted trying to get his cock out.
“Fuuuuck,” Jeongin groans, pressing into Chan while he squirms about. The struggle just makes the slide home all the more satisfying, hearing Chan moan while he violates him like this. “You really are tight, huh?”
“Hurts, Innie, please,” Chan babbles, speech slurred with tears.
“I don’t know what you’re begging for, Channie,” Jeongin snarks. “Please, more? Please, make me come again? You know I can do that for you, noona.”
Chan just sobs, and Jeongin pulls out till only the head of his cock is inside Chan, then slams back into him. Chan wails helplessly.
“God, your wet fucking pussy is sucking me in,” Jeongin groans. “You want this, don’t you? Can’t even pretend you don’t want me to fuck you.”
Chan’s cock is, unsurprisingly, hard once more, from the glimpse Jeongin gets when he’s wriggling about under Jeongin’s hands. Chan cries out.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” Jeongin moans. He pounds into Chan harder, chasing his own pleasure amidst Chan’s wet, helpless noises. “Fuck, I’m gonna- Gonna knock you up, just like this. You’re gonna take it like the bitch you are, aren’t you?”
“Please, no, nonono,” Chan sobs, acting like he doesn’t want Jeongin to come inside of him. Jeongin tuts, amused, wants to ask Chan to drop the act, but the way Chan clenches tight around him and writhes sends him over the edge.
He comes, riding out his orgasm with a few more reckless thrusts, and fills Chan up with his load. He hears Chan whimper helplessly as he feels him coming inside.
Jeongin pulls out, flipping Chan over rather tenderly now. His voice goes soft, “Do you want me to help you out–”
He sees the mess Chan’s made of himself, his load smeared across his stomach, and the sheets underneath him where his cock had been pressed against. His cheeks are red, his bangs matted to his forehead with sweat, but by God does Chan look like a vision. He looks so peaceful, the smile on his face as he catches his breath is more than enough to tell Jeongin Chan liked it.
Chan giggles, “That was hot.”
“Yeah?” Jeongin smiles, leaning down to peck Chan on the lips. Chan pulls him in to kiss him lazily, taking his time, swiping his tongue along Jeongin’s lower lip before sliding it into his mouth.
“You’re stupid sexy,” Chan hums.
“Even when I call you a dirty slut?” Jeongin laughs. He grabs a tissue to wipe Chan’s stomach down, before sliding down between Chan’s legs to clean the mess he’s made of Chan’s hole.
“Especially then.”
“Good,” Jeongin grins. “Let’s hope the others won’t be too mad that we had fun without them.”