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Jeongin wakes up with an arm thrown across his waist, long acrylic nails dragging over his stomach, catching on muscle.
“Fuck, what time is it?” he gropes for his phone on his nightstand. Another hand plants to his chest, whatever girl he took home last night swinging her leg over his hip to straddle him. She grins enticingly, bowing down to start sucking a mark into his chest.
“Shit,” he hisses, her hips making a languid circle. “Shit!” he repeats, eyes finally reaching the numbers on his phone.
“You like that, baby?” the girl grinds down again, nails scraping against his skin, a new hickey joining the host of others she left last night.
Jeongin ignores her question, turning his hips to the side to dump her back onto the bed. She yelps as she goes.
“What the fuck?”
“I’m going to sound like an asshole, but,” Jeongin prefaces, standing up and shoving his legs into whatever sweatpants are crumpled on the floor. “But you need to leave, I have someone coming over.”
The girl gapes, bare from the waist up, body covered only in a pair of his boxers. She’s gorgeous, really, he’d probably indulge her in a lazy morning of marathon sex if he wasn’t on a time crunch. But he is.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, uh,” he checks his phone screen again. “You have like, ten minutes.”
“Fuck you,” she bites, incredulous, standing up from the bed and shoving together her few belongings, shimmying into her dress from the night before.
Jeongin raises his hands in defense. “Sorry, I’m sure you’re great, I had fun—“
“Save it,” she snips, pushing past him, heels hanging off her fingertips. Jeongin follows her all the way to the door, barely keeping up with her warpath.
“Do you need me to call an uber? I can, just give me a minute—“
She turns around for one last look, throwing him an aggressive middle finger before slamming the front door in his face. Fuck.
He turns around, immediately heading towards the kitchen where Seungmin stands with his hand in a cereal box, chewing sleepily and watching the show.
“Damn. She seemed upset.”
“Why are you even here? Didn’t you go home last night?” Jeongin ignores his friend, shoving past him to open the fridge, grabbing an energy drink to try to kill his pounding headache.
“Yeah, but I wanted to be here when your man shows up. I’m fascinated by the human condition.”
“I highly doubt it’ll be that interesting, Min,” Jeongin scoffs. “I haven’t seen him in years, I barely remember what he looks like.”
“But, Jeongin, it’s not every day that I get to be present for the reunion of my best friend and his gay awakening. This is big. This is like my nine eleven.”
“That’s insensitive and also a false comparison.”
“Wow, you’re no fun today,” Seungmin scowls. “Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the beautiful woman.”
Jeongin finishes his redbull in one go, clenching the hand until it bends and tossing it into the recycling bin. “I’m going to shower. Please don’t destroy anything while I’m gone. Hyunjin shouldn’t be here for another half hour.”
Seungmin says nothing, shoving another handful of fruit loops into his mouth.
Jeongin should be glad that he’s finally found a roommate. Ever since Yeonjun fucked off to move in with his boyfriend he’s been paying full rent, something he definitely cannot afford on his last semester of college budget. One more month of how things had been going and he’d probably be out on the street, or more likely on Chan’s couch.
He should be grateful that his mom called him and said she found him a roommate. A friend’s son, okay, someone he knows, even better! “It will be so nice to reconnect, Jeongin!” she had said.
What Jeongin remembers of Hwang Hyunjin is fuzzy. He was a kid, Hyunjin was a teen, he’d babysit Jeongin for extra cash on the weekends.
Hyunjin was pretty, he remembers that, but he doesn’t remember in what way, and he’s ninety percent sure it was his stupid naive brain making heart eyes for the first boy to pay attention to him. Hyunjin was nice, and he called Jeongin cute all the time, and Jeongin liked that.
Jeongin should have never told Seungmin about his idiotic fruitless crush on his babysitter, but he was drunk and they were playing truth or dare and Felix asked him about his gay awakening so what choice did he have? It’s not his fault Seungmin has a steel trap memory even when he’s five deep.
Either way, the last time he saw Hyunjin, Jeongin was a bumbling virgin with no experience besides sloppy kisses and the brain of a fourteen year old and Hyunjin was headed to college, beautiful and old and untouchable. It’s been nearly ten years.
Ten years and Jeongin is certainly not a virgin anymore. He’s almost finished with college, he’s older and experienced and he certainly doesn’t pine after anyone anymore. Jeongin knows how he looks, he knows his reputation. He does well, and he doesn’t waste his time chasing anyone.
Seungmin is making him overthink. One of Seungmin’s favorite pastimes, actually.
As soon as he steps out of the bathroom, clean, the smell of lingering floral perfume washed down the drain, he hears voices. Fucking hell. He couldn’t have taken more than ten minutes in the shower.
The low tone of Seungmin’s voice, another man he doesn’t recognize. Fuck, Hyunjin must be early and now Seungmin’s got to him before Jeongin and who knows what he’s saying and–
Holy shit. His brain completely shuts down, reboots. Hyunjin now, ten years older, impossibly gorgeous, possibly the most beautiful man Jeongin has ever seen in his life, without a doubt, without exaggeration.
“Jeonginnie! Oh my god!” Hyunjin bounces up off the couch, closing in on him with his arms flung open. “You’ve grown so much since I last saw you!” He loops his arms around Jeongin’s neck, both of them standing at about the same height.
Jeongin accepts his hug, pulls him tight, brain registering how slight Hyunjin’s frame is compared to his; how small Hyunjin’s waist is under his hands.
Fuck. Jeongin wants to rail him so bad. Absolutely decimate him in the most inappropriate way.
“Jin,” he says, holding Hyunjin at arms length when they break their embrace, hands sticking loose to his hips. “Wow,” he breaks into a grin, the one that works wonders to attract people, makes a big show of looking Hyunjin up and down, drinking him in. “You look great.”
Hyunjin smiles, bright as the sun, and swats at Jeongin’s shoulder with a weak hand. “Oh quit it!” he giggles. “You’re such a cutie, I can’t get over it.”
Jeongin’s hands fall to his sides, incredulous, breathy laugh leaving his lips, tongue poking into his cheek.
“I’m sorry I’m early, I’m still getting used to the buses,” Hyunjin babbles on, not seeming to notice Jeongin’s hungry eyes. “Seungmin is so nice, though! I’m glad you made good friends, he’s just as cute as you!”
Seungmin straightens up on the couch, hands folded in his lap, grinning like a puppy that’s just received a treat.
“He’s nothing special,” Jeongin narrows his eyes at the man, trying to convey how much he’d like him dead.
“Oh, Innie, you’re still funny, aren’t you? It’s like nothing has changed at all!” Hyunjin claps once. “I’m so excited to be roommates! I can make sure you kids don’t get in too much trouble, huh?”
Seungmin nods overzealously. “Absolutely. Jeongin needs all the babysitting he can get.”
“Let me show you your room, Jin,” Jeongin steamrolls, placing a hand on the small of Hyunjin’s back to lead him away from the devil. “Seungmin was just about to go home— Weren't you, Min?”
⋆
“What’s your damage?” Minho asks, laying across the weight bench, his ass firmly in his boyfriend's lap as he pulls the bar up and down against his chest.
Jeongin grimaces from the bench next to them where he’s using the machine the correct way. “Is that safe? Can’t you two be normal for the length of one workout?”
“What are you talking about?” Jisung blinks up at him innocently, his hand venturing dangerously close to Minho’s dick.
“Never mind.” Jeongin looks away. “Just— what do I do?”
“I still don’t understand the problem,” Minho says. “There’s like a thousand other people that want to fuck you. There’s literally a girl over there that’s been staring at you the entire time we’ve been here. Go fuck her!”
Jeongin groans, lowering the weights back into their hook. He knows that girl has been looking at him since they came into the gym, he’s just too preoccupied to care. “I don’t want to fuck her, I want to fuck Hyunjin.”
“From what you’ve told us, Hyunjin doesn’t want to fuck you,” Jisung adds helpfully.
“God! It’s not— that’s the issue. I know he would want to fuck me if he could realize that I’m not ten years old anymore. I just have to get him to see me in a different light, you know?”
“No,” they say in tandem.
“Forget it, you two are never helpful, why do I even try.”
Minho and Jisung are making out when he turns back around, completely oblivious to the world outside of them. Jeongin leaves without saying anything, ignoring the calls of the girl that’s been staring at him on the way out.
Hyunjin is lounging on the couch when he gets home.
It’s been a week. A week of Hyunjin cooing over him and telling him how sweet and precious he is. Jeongin is going insane. He’s jacked off more in the past week than he has the whole month, but that could also be because he can’t as easily bring people home now that he has a roommate again.
Even when Yeonjun lived here he was gone half the time, over at Soobin’s. Hyunjin is here all the time when he’s not at work. Jeongin is going to lose his mind.
“Hi Innie!” he chirps, looking up from the magazine he’s thumbing through.
“Jin, what’s up,” Jeongin smiles warmly. “I’d hug you but I’m all sweaty from the gym.”
“Silly boy,” Hyunjin tuts. “You’re such a hugger, I love it.”
“Mmm,” Jeongin’s jaw twitches. “Do you wanna grab dinner? I just need to shower.”
“Sure! That sounds great!”
They sit across from one another in a booth, Hyunjin catching him up on what he’s been up to the past ten years.
“So, I got this job after grad school, and it doesn’t pay great but I’m really loving it and now I’m here with you! Everything works out, doesn’t it?”
Jeongin doesn’t bother to pretend he’s not staring at Hyunjin with fuck me eyes. “Mhm,” he agrees, smiling lightly. “Are you seeing anyone?” he asks, blunt, straight to the point.
Hyunjin scrunches his nose cutely. “No, not for a while. Why? Do you need advice? Have you had your first kiss yet?” he leans in, chin resting in his hands, looking genuinely interested.
“Jesus, Hyun, I’m twenty three years old, of course I have,” he tries not to look too offended. Does Hyunjin really think he’s a child? “I don’t really date, or I haven’t. I was going to ask if you mind if I bring anyone back to the apartment, y’know…”
Hyunjin’s eyes grow wide, cheeks tinting pink. “God, please, don’t stop your romping on my account,” he says. “I mean, it’s a bit weird, right, thinking of you like that. All grown up.”
“Not that weird,” Jeongin argues. “I’m just some guy.”
“C’mon, Jeonginnie, you’ll always be my baby,” Hyunjin pouts, his bottom lip poking out. Jeongin wants to lean over and kiss it away. He bites his tongue and finishes his food instead.
⋆
“Jeongin, can we go to your room? My ass hurts,” Beomgyu complains from his perch on the kitchen counter.
Jeongin pulls away from where he’s working his lips at Beomgyu’s neck, standing between his parted legs, head in the right position to keep an eye on the door. “No. This is hot, right? Kitchen sex?”
Beomgyu sighs dramatically, hands twisted into Jeongin’s hair. “I guess so.”
“Don’t sound too excited, Gyu, damn,” he mumbles, teeth dragging over his throat, eyes fixing back on the door. The man wiggles under him, moving his head to the side to allow better access.
“Mmmm,” Beomgyu hums contentedly. “Could you at least take your shirt off so I have something to look at?”
Jeongin rolls his eyes, pulling back just enough to tug his t-shirt over his head, earning a stupid little clap from Beomgyu. He goes in for a real kiss this time, leading with his body, his mind fully occupied.
Hyunjin should be home any minute. Usually Jeongin hates kissing with his eyes open, but he’s just so obsessed with the fucking door.
Beomgyu gasps when Jeongin accidentally nips his tongue, not going for sexy, but he’ll take what he can get, hips knocking together when Beomgyu keens forwards.
Jeongin hears the keys in the door before anything else.
Jackpot.
He closes his eyes and goes for the gold, pulling Beomgyu flush to him.
“Innie, I’m home!” Hyunjin croons, shortly followed by a sharp gasp and the sound of a bag dropping to the floor. Beomgyu pushes Jeongin off, swinging his head around to face the intruder. Jeongin drags the back of his hand over his own mouth, slick with spit.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Hyunjin is blushing furiously, attempting to avert his eyes from the scene. “I’ll just go in my room and, like, put my headphones on. Yeah, I’ll do that. Sorry again, um,” he trails off, waving in Beomgyu’s direction.
“Beomgyu,” the man supplies, his lips red and swollen, almost laughably debauched.
“Right. Okay, bye,” Hyunjin doesn’t look at Jeongin once before he flees, the sound of his door shutting ringing out across the apartment.
Jeongin groans, letting his ass rest on the counter behind him.
“You fucking bastard,” Beomgyu hisses, jumping off the counter and smacking him right in the tit.
“Ow!” Jeongin complains, covering his bare skin.
“You’re such a sneaky little snake, Yang Jeongin. Using me to make your hot roommate jealous, shame on you!” Beomgyu scolds, face twisted up in a sick grin. “Why don’t you just tell him you want to fuck him!”
“Because!” Jeongin whines, close to stomping his feet on the ground in frustration. “I don’t ask for sex, I let it come to me! It’s my code of conduct.”
“Right, because texting me an eggplant emoji isn’t asking for sex,” Beomgyu scoffs, picking up his windbreaker from where it’s been shucked off on the kitchen floor.
“Whatever. Text me when you get home.”
“I will. Love you,” Beomgyu blows him an annoying flurry of air kisses before leaving.
Later when Jeongin is sprawled on the couch watching a drama, Hyunjin ventures out of his room like a scared cat. He relaxes when he sees Jeongin sitting alone.
“Hi, Innie, is your friend gone?”
Jeongin snorts, lifts his feet up so Hyunjin can sit down, promptly laying his legs on top of Hyunjin’s lap once he does. “Yes. He left after you came home.”
“Sorry if I ruined anything,” Hyunjin keeps his eyes on the tv. Even in the dim lighting Jeongin can see he’s blushing.
“Nah, Jin. I wasn’t that into it, don’t worry.”
“O-kay,” Hyunjin relaxes into the couch a bit, drawing out the first syllable of his word, head lolling back. “I love this show,” he smiles prettily. “Didn’t take you for the romantic type.”
“For the right person, sure.”
Hyunjin strikes him as the type that would want to be fucked like Jeongin means it. Laid out and untangled, hard and deep, peppered with praise. He’d love to do that for him.
⋆
“Have you really not fucked anyone lately?” Chan whistles lowly. “Shit.”
“He’s too busy spending time with Hyunjin,” Seungmin puts on an annoying simper.
“We’re not spending time together, I’m playing the long game to seduce him by making him realize how hot I am.”
“Channie, I came over the other day and they were cuddling on the couch,” Seungmin smacks his fist on the table. “Cuddling!”
Chan looks up, eyes half lidded, passing the blunt to Jeongin. “Damn, that’s crazy.”
“See, Chan doesn’t fucking care,” Jeongin says, sticking his tongue out petulantly before taking a hit.
“Nah, nah. I care,” Chan says with all the passion of a man high out of his mind. “I just want you to be happy and in love, Innie. That’s all I want for both of you.” Chan blinks a few too many times to be normal, sucking in a horrendous sniff.
“Fuck, Seungmin! You made him cry again!”
“I did not, you did that!”
“I’m not trying to date him, Chan, I just want to rail him!” Jeongin frantically pats the man’s head. “Don’t cry, it’s not love, just sex!”
Chan cries harder.
⋆
Jeongin has worked hard for his body. He goes to the gym as much as he can, he takes care of himself, does his skincare routine religiously, he tops ninety percent of the time. All the usual things one does to build a healthy physicality.
By now he and Hyunjin are comfortable together. Seungmin wasn’t lying when he said they spend a lot of time with one another. It’s nothing crazy, they just live together and both prefer to stay inside most nights. Never mind how Jeongin hasn’t slept with anyone in ages and hasn’t even thought about trying. A small change in routine, completely understandable.
He has a one track mind, sue him! The fact that he went out last weekend and couldn’t go home with the girl he met because all he was thinking about when he kissed her was Hyunjin’s sweet smile is completely irrelevant.
Besides, he knows Hyunjin will be worth it.
Jeongin walks out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He doesn’t really have a plan. Nothing more solid than to flounce around in front of Hyunjin, at least.
Hyunjin is in his room, curled up in a chair in the corner, the door cracked open. Jeongin knocks on the frame, pushing it open further and leaning his hip on the wood.
“Innie!” Hyunjin says sweetly, breaking into a bright grin right away. “What’s up?”
Just thinking about how easy it would be to drop this towel and get to it!
“I was wondering if I could pick your brain about something,” he says instead, raising an arm to scratch the back of his head casually.
“Course! Come, sit,” Hyunjin pats the bed, not batting an eye at his state of undress.
Jeongin slinks over, taking his time. He sets his ass on the edge of the bed, leans back with his palms flat against the mattress, elongating his body as enticingly as he can. Still, Hyunjin doesn’t look. God damnit.
“This might sound silly,” he starts, making this shit up as he goes. “But, I was wondering what I could do to make myself more appealing to men. Like, don’t get me wrong, I do okay, but I just feel like I could do better, you know? Always strive for your best and all that…”
Hyunjin blinks owlishly, lips dropping open. He’s so fucking cute, he’s practically begging to be fucked into his mattress. “Jeonginnie, I don’t know if I’m the right person to ask about this—“
“You are,” Jeongin cuts in. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, seriously. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t care about your input specifically.” He tries not to edge too close to the line of begging, but Hyunjin makes it hard.
“Innie, you’re perfectly desirable the way you are,” Hyunjin says, eyes still painfully trained only on his face, though Jeongin can see a slight blush creeping up the curve of his cheek. “Anyone who can’t see that doesn’t deserve you.”
Jeongin holds back from dropping to the bed and screaming in frustration. “You think so?” he says instead. “Like, should I be going to the gym more? Or, I dunno, what attracts you to a guy?”
“Hmm,” Hyunjin taps his chin. “I like men that take control, let me know what they want. I think confidence is key.”
“I can do that,” Jeongin blurts before he even thinks. Hyunjin makes him half stupid, even just sitting there in his pajamas, he’s too pretty for Jeongin’s good.
Hyunjin smiles, full face engaging. “I believe in you, Jeonginnie! Go get ‘em!”
It seems inappropriate to cross the room and kiss Hyunjin right then, so Jeongin leaves.
As soon as the door to his room shuts he flings himself to his bed, flicking away his towel and fisting his cock.
He could take control for Hyunjin, stick his fingers into those pretty lips and fuck him until his eyes roll back into his head. Hyunjin would look so nice all cockdrunk, he’d make pretty noises and whine and say, “Jeonginnie!”
Jeongin finishes with a low moan, fucking up his freshly soap-scrubbed skin. God damn.
⋆
Hyunjin is next to him on the couch, close enough to touch but too far for Jeongin’s preferences.
They’ve been watching dramas together. To be honest, Jeongin didn't even care for them before, he just had whatever was on playing that one day and now Hyunjin thinks he’s some sort of connoisseur.
Jeongin leans back, head falling to the couch cushion. He reaches before he can tell himself not to, hand coming to rest on Hyunjin’s thigh, midway up, thumb stroking back and forth gently.
Hyunjin doesn’t jump or tell him to stop, but Jeongin can see his nose twitch. He turns his head to look at Jeongin, gives him a cute smile.
“Is this okay?” Jeongin asks, swiping his thumb up and down over cotton.
“Mmmm,” Hyunjin hums. “Course, Innie, you know I’m always comfortable with you around.” Another smile, this one more fond. “You’re comfortable.”
Jeongin nods, pretending to focus back on the show even though he’s only thinking about the feel of Hyunjin solid beneath his hand.
Comfortable. Not the worst thing he could be, surely. Definitely a step up from ‘child’ or whatever he was sitting at before. He swears Hyunjin is getting touchier with him. Reaching for his hand on the bus, immediately cuddling up next to him whenever they go to Changbin’s house for movie night.
The other day they were walking down the street, Jeongin’s arm linked loosely over Hyunjin’s shoulder, their hands tangled there, when they ran into Beomgyu.
“Hey,” Beomgyu had said, the weight of knowing heavy behind his words.
And Jeongin swears Hyunjin held him tighter. But then, after that, Hyunjin cooped up in his room the rest of the day, didn't even come out for dinner.
Jeongin pretends it’s absentminded, the way his hand slowly creeps up and in. Gentle ministrations of his hand, moving towards the softest part of Hyunjin’s thigh over the course of the next episode. He’s close, probably too close, on the edge of making a solid move. And– how long has he been staring at Hyunjin? Taking in the curve of his nose and the line of his jaw, the most stunning piece of living art.
The credits roll, Jeongin squeezes, fingers digging into the supple flesh at Hyunjin’s inner thigh. He stares openly, running his tongue over his bottom lip, waiting for Hyunjin’s reaction, hoping, maybe, for– he doesn’t know what. That Hyunjin will jump on him, legs around his hips. Or maybe that he’ll lay back and spread his legs. Jeongin isn’t picky about anything other than Hyunjin being involved. He’d give it any way Hyunjin wants.
Hyunjin looks at him, his eyelids heavy, pupils blown a bit wider than normal, Jeongin knows because he spends so much time staring.
“I–uh,” Hyunjin clears his throat, swallows. “I should go to bed, Innie. I’m really tired.”
“Alright,” Jeongin yields, removes his hand, sits back.
In that moment he almost does it. As Hyunjin stands up and angles his body away, only affording him a sweet smile and a soft, “Night.” Jeongin almost asks, pleads, begs Hyunjin to let him do something about it.
‘I want to fuck you so bad, Hyunjin. Please, tell me you want it too.’
But then he remembers that he has standards, morals, a code of conduct! That he wants Hyunjin to break on his own, or else all of this would have been for nothing. The way his brain has swirled, disallowed him to look at anyone else, touch anyone else, think of anyone else.
He’s playing a game against himself and god damnit, he’s going to win.
⋆
Even if Jeongin refuses to ask for sex, he will always ask for a dance.
Hyunjin finished a big project at work, Jeongin suggested they go out and celebrate. He took Hyunjin to his favorite club, his former hunting grounds. Their friends are there too, but Jeongin couldn’t give less of a fuck. He’s pretty sure Seungmin is sucking Changbin off in the bathroom right now, anyway.
He has one drink, a whiskey sour, just to loosen up enough to feel comfortable dancing, and he’s pretty sure Hyunjin’s not drinking at all, too busy laughing his head off with Minho, ignoring the way Jisung is definitely groping him over his jeans while they talk.
“Jin, do you want to dance?” he leans down, close to Hyunjin’s ear, loud enough for him to hear over the music.
Hyunjin breaks into a heartstopping smile, extends his hand for Jeongin to take. “I’d love that.”
Usually if Jeongin were looking for a hookup he’d be pissed that the floor is so crowded. Hard to navigate, too many people to assess who’s worth pursuing. Now, the crowd feels like a gift, forcing Hyunjin closer to him, near flush together as they dance.
Hyunjin’s delicate wrists are thrown over his shoulders, his smile wide as he loses himself in the music. His head tips back, hair swinging lightly with his movement. Jeongin wants to eat him, swallow him up and keep him forever. Instead he digs his thumbs into Hyunjin’s hips, brings them closer as they move with the beat.
It’s unfair that Hyunjin is a good dancer too, on top of it all. Because not only is he gorgeous and older, established in his career, sweet, and kind, but his lips would look perfect soaked in spit, wrapped around his cock, and his legs are practically begging to be marked, bruised down their soft lines, inside his perfect thighs. And— Hyunjin is good at dancing.
Jeongin feels like he’s the only person in the room the way Hyunjin engages him, drags him in entirely. Their eye contact is intense, weighty. Jeongin might do something stupid like sink to his knees right here, swallow down Hyunjin’s cock in front of everyone, just so everybody knows who he belongs to. He can’t figure out which he’s talking about anymore, who belongs to who, either way, he wants them to know.
Hyunjin licks his lips, Jeongin starts to lean in, but then Hyunjin spins in his hold, changing up positions. And maybe this is better. Hyunjin’s hands twist into his hair, his back pressed against Jeongin’s front, and Jeongin can grab at his hips, put a hand on Hyunjin’s stomach, pull until Hyunjin is grinding into him.
Because he wants to fuck Hyunjin, right. Kissing is, well— Actually— He definitely wants to kiss Hyunjin too, in a terribly romantic sort of way.
He wants to make Hyunjin’s knees weak and pull pretty little noises from his throat and then turn around and make him laugh until he’s crying. Fuck.
His head drops, nosing at Hyunjin’s throat, lips skimming over skin. Hyunjin breathes, but it sounds close to a whimper, high and reedy. Jeongin wants him more than he’s ever wanted anything, in every single way. He’s big enough to admit that by now.
“Innie, that man is staring at you like he wants to cut in,” Hyunjin mumbles, voice tinged with something Jeongin doesn’t quite know.
He doesn’t look up, doesn’t need to, he presses a light kiss against the hinge of Hyunjin’s jaw, tightens the hand at his hip. “I don’t care.”
“You dont?” Hyunjin sounds breathless.
“No, Hyunjin,” Jeongin chuckles softly, another kiss. “I thought I told you; you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Why would I ever dance with anyone else?”
Hyunjin physically melts into him, rolling his head back against Jeongin’s shoulder, his fingers lacing into the hands on his body. “You’re crazy. I’m old. You have so much life ahead of you.”
“Jin, you’re fucking perfect. I’ll tell you every day if that’s what it takes,” Jeongin’s voice goes firm, serious. “And you’re not old. You’re barely four years older than me.”
“Oh,” Hyunjin says, so lightly it nearly escapes Jeongin’s attention. “That’s not so bad.”
“Not at all, baby.”
Hyunjin whines for real then, his legs growing weak. Jeongin holds him up, turns him around.
Months have led up to this, Hyunjin’s eyes go dark, Jeongin is sure his look nearly the same. He’s out of his mind with want, going crazy with it–
“Jeongin, we need your help,” Felix’s small hand closes around his shoulder. “Seungmin and Changbin got caught in the bathroom and now Seungmin is cursing out the bouncer and I’m afraid he might get arrested.”
Jeongin squeezes his eyes shut, gritting his teeth. He wants to say no, tell him to fuck off, he can bail Seungmin out in the morning. But Hyunjin laughs, smiles at him and steps away.
“Go ahead, Superman,” he says.
This is Jeongin’s nine eleven. He’s going to tell Seungmin that as soon as he’s not at risk of incarceration.
⋆
Jeongin is pent up. They got home from the club and went to their separate rooms, Hyunjin skittish, shy.
Seungmin shot the horse dead three times over. Jeongin had to physically restrain his friend from trying to punch the bouncer and then a flock of pigeons on the street outside. Fucking dumbass. Jeongin hopes he wakes up with the worst hangover of his life.
But Jeongin always had a high libido, so it takes nothing more than the thought of Hyunjin’s ass pressing into him a few hours earlier, a hand over his sweatpants, the heel of his palm digging into his dick before he’s getting hard again.
The fabric feels a bit too rough but he likes it that way. He wants to struggle a bit, make it last.
He thinks about Hyunjin laying in his own bed. Is he thinking about it too? Is he opening himself up and fucking his fingers into himself, thinking about Jeongin?
The screen of his phone is bright in the dim light of his bedside lamp, he squints at the glow. He really shouldn’t do this. It’s probably immoral. No, it’s definitely immoral, but Hyunjin looked at him like he wanted him. Hyunjin looked at him like he wants this just as bad as Jeongin does.
He sends the photo before he can think better of it. He’ll blame the one drink he had, no matter how stupid that sounds. It’s a nice photo, aesthetically speaking. Lit up by the flash of his front camera, his hand held heavy around his cock, the rough shape of it under cotton showing off his length. His hands are strained from working at himself over his clothes, veins thick, visible. It looks like one of those softcore photos he’d see on Tumblr back in the day. Hyunjin is artsy, right? He’ll probably appreciate the artistic value if nothing else. That’s what Jeongin will tell himself to quell his nerves.
Read, 12:14 am
Jeongin can’t breathe, his fingers dig into the edges of his phone.
A typing bubble pops up, disappears. Pops up again, disappears. Again–
A knock at his door. Fuck.
Jeongin stands, shaking his arms out to rid them of the burn of nerves.
“Was that for me?” Hyunjin demands, in his face as soon as the thin wood separating them is out of the way.
“Uh,” Jeongin falters, surprised by the heavy come on. “Yes.”
And then Hyunjin is kissing him, his arms looped around Jeongin’s neck.
This Jeongin knows. Muscle memory. He pulls Hyunjin in automatically, shifting his head to a better angle to deepen the reach of his tongue.
Hyunjin yelps in surprise when Jeongin’s hand finds his ass, pulling their hips together, and then makes the cutest whine when he feels Jeongin’s erection pressing against him. Jeongin is going to fuck him ten times over, if Hyunjin is into that. The way Hyunjin is kissing him it feels like he’d be into anything.
Hyunjin is pliant, following Jeongin’s lead despite his initiation. He bows and keens with the pull of Jeongin’s hands, follows every slight movement like he’s made of something malleable, like he can’t get enough.
Jeongin groans when Hyunjin bears into him again and he can feel that Hyunjin is just as hard as him.
“I have wanted this for so long, Hyunjin,” he says, half stupid before they’ve even begun.
Hyunjin kisses him again, hot and messy. “How long?”
“You were my fucking gay awakening, Hyun,” Jeongin admits, teeth scraping over sharp collarbone, unable to stop himself from latching on, sucking a bruise into Hyunjin’s perfect skin.
“Awww, really?”
Jeongin pulls back, amused, and the fondness he finds in Hyunjin’s eyes cannot be overstated. “Stop being sentimental when I’m about to rail you,” he says, but he’s grinning like a dumbass, just as fond as Hyunjin is.
Hyunjin pouts. “Why can’t we have both?” This time Jeongin doesn’t hesitate to kiss his bottom lip back into place, working at Hyunjin’s mouth until he’s writhing in his arms, finger’s sliding beneath the waistband of his pants, under the hem of his shirt, skin on skin.
“Tell me how you like it, Hyunjin,” Jeongin requests, hands working Hyunjin’s shirt over his head, his pajamas down his legs. “Whatever you want I’ll give it to you.”
“Fuck me like it’s real, Innie,” Hyunjin feeds into his mouth, lips catching.
Jeongin grabs him by the waist, tossing him backwards to the mattress, pulling his own shirt off before caging him in. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Hyunjin doesn’t get a chance to respond, his words going soft, incomprehensible when Jeongin licks down his chest, teasing over his nipple, hands working at Hyunjin’s briefs, inching them down his legs as he leaves marks over his heart.
“God, baby, you’re so wet already,” Jeongin marvels at his cock, flushed and leaking. He picks it up gingerly, swipes a thumb over the head, reveling in the way Hyunjin jerks, more pre-cum replacing that which he’s already stolen. “That’s so fucking sexy, shit.”
“Ahh– Jeonginnie, please,” Hyunjin squirms, Jeongin’s hand lazily stroking over his length.
“Please what, baby? Use your words.”
“Please fuck me,” Hyunjin gasps. “Oh my god, I’m already so close, if you don’t– hnnng– Innie.”
“Can you come twice for me, baby? Once in my mouth and once with me inside?” Jeongin coos, leaning back in to press soft kisses to Hyunjin’s lips. “Do you think you can do that for me?”
“Yesyesyesyes,” Hyunjin babbles, pupils blown. “I want that, I want you, Innie, please.”
“Okay, pretty,” Jeongin kisses him on each cheek, then once more on the lips before lowering back down. He kisses the head of Hyunjin’s cock, takes his time licking a stripe up the underside, pulling gorgeous little gasps and moans from the man’s lips. By the time he gets his mouth around Hyunjin for real he can tell that he won’t last much longer.
“Innie,” Hyunjin cries. “I’m not gonna– I–”
Jeongin pushes all the way down, working him through, the satisfaction of Hyunjin spilling on his tongue washing over him. He swallows down most of it, letting a bit linger, just so he can–
“Mmph!” Hyunjin makes a surprised sound when Jeongin kisses it into his mouth, hands framing Hyunjin’s cheeks, soothing over his throat as he swallows himself.
When they pull apart Hyunjin has stars in his eyes, he looks fucked out, on another planet. “That was so hot, oh my god,” he mumbles. Jeongin grins, he can’t help himself.
“Should I keep going? Get to the good part?”
“This wasn’t the good part?” Hyunjin laughs weakly, returning his smile. “Yes, please. I can’t believe— you’re so good to me, Innie.”
“Can I tell you a secret, Jin?” Jeongin asks, reaching over to pull his lube and condoms out of his side table.
“Anything,” Hyunjin breathes, his hands running over Jeongin’s bare chest, his stomach, taking time to feel over each muscle there. Jeongin knew he wasn’t immune to it, Hyunjin is just as good at pretending as he is.
“It is real,” Jeongin spreads lube over his fingers, warming it up. Hyunjin spreads his legs automatically, greedy hands grabbing at his shoulders, pulling him down for another kiss. Jeongin obliges, fingers finding his hole, circling. “You asked me to fuck you like it’s real, but it is real, Jinnie.” He presses in on the last word, Hyunjin releasing a pornographic moan, lips proving useless for kissing. “It’s so real to me.”
His finger goes in easier than it should, Hyunjin ready for a second nearly right away.
“Jesus Christ, Jin, did you–”
“I fingered myself in the shower before we went out,” Hyunjin arches up into him. “I didn’t— I wasn’t expecting anything, but I was too horny— I—”
“Shhhh, baby,” Jeongin soothes, fucking into him quicker. “You’re so sweet, you know that? Did you think of me, Jin? I always think of you.”
“Yes,” Hyunjin’s cock twitches, Jeongin’s fingers reaching his sweet spot.
“Look at you, Jinnie, almost ready for me again. Such a needy thing, aren’t you?”
Hyunjin seems too breathless to respond, face twisted into deep pleasure, his nails digging into Jeongin’s shoulders.
“Think you’re ready for me now? Can you take me?”
Another nod, this one more frantic. Jeongin could spend a lifetime pulling this out of Hyunjin, over and over again, finding out exactly what makes him tick. He will; he’d like to.
Jeongin loses his pants and boxers in one go. It’s amazing he’s managed to keep them on for so long, his cock aching for attention. He rolls a condom on, quick, efficient, and when he steps back to the bed Hyunjin has turned over, helplessly rutting against the sheets, his dick nearly fully hard again.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Jeongin tuts. “Let me help you.”
He grabs Hyunjin’s hips, hoisting him up on his knees, face still pressed into the bed. They’ve made a mess of Jeongin’s sheets. He fully intends to make it worse by the time they’re done. Hyunjin is presented to him so prettily, spread apart, ass in the air. Jeongin can’t help but lean down and kiss the curve of his ass, the back of his thigh, hand flexing into the meat of the other.
“Innie, fuck, I need you inside of me,” Hyunjin presses back further.
Jeongin doesn’t have to be told twice. He lubes himself up, teases his cock around Hyunjin’s hole, watching him squirm in anticipation. Fuck. He’s going to be fucking addicted to this— if he’s not already. Somehow he can’t bring himself to care.
He presses in steady and careful, just fast enough to make Hyunjin cry out, but just slow enough to make sure the stretch isn’t painful. Hyunjin shakes under him, muscles weak, and Jeongin nearly dissolves into thin air. He presses a hand into Hyunjin’s back, steadying him.
“You okay, baby?”
“R—Ready—I’m ready, Innie,” Hyunjin confirms.
Fucking into Hyunjin is close to what Jeongin imagines heaven to be like. They fit together perfectly, or that’s hiw it feels, Jeongin’s hips piston in with the lewd smack of skin, drawing strangled moans from Hyunjin’s chest.
Hyunjin is so responsive, so into it. He reacts to every touch, every movement, he arches back further to match Jeongin, his voice is an angel's song.
Jeongin has been doing this wrong. He’s never fucked anyone he has feelings for, or, at least not like this. It’s intense, overwhelming, he feels like he’d be completely fulfilled if he died right here, buried inside of this beautiful man.
He loves it, the way Hyunjin clenches around him, intensifies the drag with the way he moves, the noises he makes go straight to Jeongin’s dick, hands pressed to Hyunjin’s hips so tight he might leave a bruise. He needs to see him, holy fuck, if he doesn’t get his eyes on Hyunjin’s right now he’s going to lose his mind.
“Jin, can I turn you around?” he manages, voice thick and low.
Hyunjin only manages a sort of high-pitched whine that sounds a lot like a plea, and Jeongin is pulling out, helping him turn over, on his back, laid out for the taking. He grabs Hyunjin’s thighs, pulling him closer to the edge of the bed. Hyunjin looks up at him like he’s hung the moon only for him.
Jeongin would, if only Hyunjin asked.
He sinks back in easily, bending over to meet Hyunjin’s lips, the other already there, reaching out for him, sucking him in.
Jeongin is probably going crazy. Sanity lost while he’s thrusting into the man he’s yearned for since he was fourteen, that he’s been driving himself mad over for the past few months, but he thinks he might be half in love.
Heat coils low in his gut, he makes a steady pace, hard and deep, making every hit count. He reaches for Hyunjin’s dick, because he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make him finish twice before his own.
“Innie, Innie— Jeongin!” Hyunjin sighs, eyes rolling back, cumming across himself, muscles tensing.
Living, breathing, art. The purest form of pleasure, molded by Jeongin’s hands.
Jeongin buries his face in Hyunjin’s neck, hips stuttering through his own orgasm, an aborted moan caught on his lips.
“Holy fuck,” Hyunjin laughs, breathless, their sweaty chests pressed together, heaving.
“Yeah,” Jeongin agrees. “Holy fuck.”
When he pulls out a while later, gets up to retrieve a wet washcloth, cleans Hyunjin up while he lays limp, completely sated, the man still looks at him like he’s something lovely, starry eyed and amazed. Jeongin’s gut bubbles, his heart beats double time.
He’s been doing this wrong, because he never wants to be without whatever the fuck this feeling is again.
“I don’t wanna change the sheets,” he complains, frowning down at the soiled bed.
Hyunjin giggles, cheeks flushed pink. “Let’s go to mine.”
“Good idea. You’re so smart, baby,” Jeongin captures him in a long, stupidly passionate kiss.
“But you have to carry me,” Hyunjin murmurs. “You fucked my legs out of commission.”
And Jeongin does, because they're both smiling too wide to kiss anymore.
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Jeongin wakes up with an arm thrown across his waist, blunt nails dragging over his stomach, catching on muscle.
“Mmm, g’morning,” he rumbles, throat raw, managing to squint open one eye. Hyunjin is already staring at him, wide awake, sweet little smile on his lips.
“You’re so cute when you sleep,” Hyunjin says, brushing Jeongin’s bed head out of his face with gentle hands. “My precious little baby.”
Jeongin scrunches up his nose, covering his face with his hands. “Ugh, stop it! We just had sex, you can’t go back to babying me.”
“Why can’t I have both,” Hyunjin repeats his words from last night, working to pry Jeongin’s hands from his cheeks.
“Because I want you so bad and it’s all ruined when you act like I’m a kid,” Jeongin complains, finally meeting Hyunjin’s eye again.
“I don’t see you as a kid, Jeongin,” Hyunjin says, firm. “I was trying to convince myself I didn’t want this. I wanted you as soon as you walked into the living room, that first time I saw you again.”
Jeongin gapes. “Are you fucking serious?”
“How could I not? You do know how you look, right?” Hyunjin runs his hands over Jeongin’s naked skin, the dip of his waist. “Like, it’s genuinely unfair.”
Jeongin swallows, stares. He’s definitely half in love with Hyunjin. “Do you wanna go out with me? For lunch?”
“Like…” Hyunjin looks down, teeth dragging over his bottom lip. “A date?” Jeongin doesn’t know why he’s acting shy, after everything.
“Yes, obviously.”
“I thought you didn’t date,” Hyunjin peeks up through his lashes.
Oh. Jeongin is so stupid. “You’re special,” because it’s the truth. “You have to know how special you are.”
Hyunjin looks away, chewing on his lip through a smile as bright as the sun. He looks back, eyes alight, rolls on top of Jeongin and kisses him full and deep.
“Say it again,” he requests, legs spreading around Jeongin’s hips, both of them still blissfully unclothed.
“You’re special, Hyunjin,” Jeongin murmurs, kissing him to prove his point. “You’re so, so special, baby.” His hands drift down, pulling apart Hyunjin’s ass, dipping close enough to home to tease.
“Okay, let’s do lunch,” Hyunjin’s giggle turns to a gasp when Jeongin runs the pad of forefinger over his core. “But I want you to fuck me over the breakfast table first.”
Jeongin hums in agreement, licking fully into Hyunjin’s mouth. “And then in the shower?”
“And then in the shower,” Hyunjin sighs.