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Jungwoo has two sides to him. It’s either he’s a bouncing ball of energy or he’s completely lethargic. There’s none in between.
And Doyoung has a new fascination. Well…besides Jungwoo, of course, but it still involves his boyfriend, nonetheless.
And today, Jungwoo’s the former. He’d been like that ever since they stepped into the room.
Mark’s laugh echoes throughout the room as Jungwoo practically zooms in front of him and slides along the floor, painfully resembling that of an excitable puppy. But it’s nothing new to them, no one even bats an eyelash at the guy as he does all sorts of ludicrous antics, all it does is put a smile on their faces, lightening up the mood and that’s it.
It’s a great addition to their routine, honestly speaking. They’re always grateful to have Jungwoo brighten up the atmosphere even on their busiest days.
A fond smile adorns Doyoung’s face, occasionally letting out giggles whenever Jungwoo does something, he always does whenever Jungwoo does something even remotely funny. He’s just that fucking endeared. He always has, always will.
One of the reasons that lead to them dating eventually ( thank god! as his members had said once they found out about the news. Especially seeing how whipped they are for each other before they even came to terms with their feelings).
And Jungwoo loves being loved and well…Doyoung loves him.
So, it’s a fucking win win situation if he does say so himself.
A loud succession of claps releases Doyoung from his thoughts.
“Alright, everyone! Let’s have another go at the chorus part!” Their choreographer says albeit loudly, voice booming throughout the room to catch their attention and immediately, everyone gets into position.
Once everyone has shuffled into their respective places, Doyoung still feels and sees the younger fidget next to him, weighing himself from one foot to another as he giggles, poking fun at Haechan playfully in which the other returns in a series of chuckles and just as teasing.
Doyoung quietly eyes him through the mirror, wanting to see if Jungwoo would eventually stop but he doesn’t even as the song plays. He’s still obviously restless and mischievous while they make their way through the choreography. Not that any of them minds though, with the rest of the members laughing as well as they finish up the song.
They’re panting once they finish and Doyoung is honestly still amazed at the amount of energy Jungwoo still has even after all that, bouncing on his toes as he torments Jaehyun who just gives him a fond smile the entire time the younger mindlessly runs his mouth.
“Jungwoo,” Doyoung says, although there’s no real bite to it, it’s stern. His hand comes up to cover the younger’s nape, giving it a little squeeze. And in an instant, Jungwoo stops shuffling in his feet, and Doyoung swears he feels the muscles going lax beneath the palm of his hand.
Doyoun internally preens. Absolutely loving the effect he has on the younger.
It’s not his job per se but it’s one of the things he, guiltily enough, likes.
Control .
Not in a way that’s overbearing for Jungwoo, no. It’s a mutual thing they’ve already talked about and Jungwoo had spoken about how he would more than love to be at the receiving end of whatever sick kink this is (as Doyoung had worded it, flustered by the revelation). But Jungwoo had also reassured him about having no judgment about whatever the fuck Doyoung likes, and of course, Doyoung believes him –if the younger’s amount of risky kinks is anything to go by but that’s for a different story.
And so, they naturally molded into this certain dynamic. It’s nothing out of the ordinary when it comes to the two of them. I mean, it’s Doyoung and Jungwoo for fucks sake. It would have been a lot weirder if they did something non-affectionate to the slightest degree. Except, this one was more intimate, more intense, and distinct.
“We’ll be here for the rest of the day, you need to save up your energy, baby. Yes?” Doyoung says and it comes out akin to a comforting rumble that has Jungwoo positively weak in his knees.
And Doyoung loves it.
Loves the way Jungwoo immediately succumbs to his voice, the way he listens to him obediently. It rouses the ever so dominant and power-craving heat within him.
“Yeah, sorry. Was just talking to hyung about this new game I’m playing.” Jungwoo says, voice softer than before and Doyoung gives out a pleased hum, thumb gently caressing the skin of his nape, raising pebbles over the one smooth skin.
Jaehyun whistles, “You really have this effect on him, huh,” he says, a mischievous look on his face and Doyoung glares at him.
“I’m just looking out for my boyfriend is all,”
Jaehyun stifles a laugh and Doyoung fights the harmless urge to roll his eyes at the subtle teasing.
“Yeah yeah, alright. I’m gonna leave you two now before you fucking traumatize me. I’ve seen enough!” He yells the last part as he walks away backward.
Doyoung’s laugh dies down once Jungwoo turns to face him.
“Not cool, hyung.”
“What did I do?”
“You made me do thing in front of Jaehyun hyung.”
“What thing?” he feigns ignorance, casting an innocent shrug of his shoulders making Jungwoo scoff cutely.
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“No, Jungwoo, I don’t.” Doyoung fights back the grin threatening to spread on his face.
“You’re so annoying, you’re lucky I fucking love you,” Jungwoo pouts and Doyoung breaks. He immediately engulfs the other in a hug, pulling his body close against him.
“Love you too, baby. And I meant it by the way. You’ve been hyper all afternoon. We already know how this’ll end if you don’t stop running all over the place.” Doyoung chides, both hands coming up to caress at Jungwoo’s cheeks that’s slightly jutted out.
Jungwoo sighs defeatedly, “Fine, you know I can’t help it though when I have all this pent up energy.”
“Save it for practicing, baby. Come on work with me here and stop being a brat.”
“I am not being a brat.”
“You’re not fooling anyone. Now, come here and sit with hyung. We’re gonna be here all night so you better sit your ass down.”
And that is what exactly happened.
They’ve been practicing non stop for their comeback and along with those practices are the sleepless nights and having to wake up at ass o’ clock in the morning. Which, more often than not, leads to them functioning like brain-dead zombies.
And tonight is one of those nights, unfortunately so.
The music blares loudly inside the room as Doyoung idly stands near the corner, breathing heavily from just finishing the song in one take. They’ve been at it since late in the afternoon and it’s almost eleven now, the practice room now starting to get under Doyoung’s skin.
He scans the room, seeing all the members doing their own thing and practicing a specific routine in the dance, with their instructor hot on their tails. He can’t help but feel a pang of pride with how hardworking they all are despite the more than obvious exhaustion especially on their faces. The exhaustion is clear along with the darkening circles under their eyes but they still choose to continue.
A loud repetition of claps pulls Doyoung from his thoughts, the signal for them to have another go at the choreography and immediately, everyone is shuffling to their positions.
Like muscle memory, Doyoung immediately cranes his head to look for his boyfriend; the one person he never seems to keep his hands off lately.
Unsurprisingly, he finds Jungwoo who is unmoving, sitting on the floor next to the couch, staring off into the empty space before him.
Doyoung chuckles as he makes his way towards the other, feet padding softly against the floor.
“Hey,” He snaps his fingers in front of him, “You okay, baby? We’re gonna have another go at the choreo, it’ll be the last one come on, up,” he hums, hand immediately reaching to caress his head, fingers softly grazing the beanie perched on top of his head.
Jungwoo makes a small, almost inaudible sound under his breath but continues to stand up. And Doyoung can’t help but let out a low chuckle, completely endeared at the other.
Ah. Doyoung immediately gets it. Knowing Jungwoo like the back of his hand he immediately gets what Jungwoo’s feeling with just one look, especially since his eyes basically tell him everything. And so, right now Doyoung wants nothing more than for this practice to end already so he can just take Jungwoo home.
Jungwoo stands up with a little help from his boyfriend.
Jungwoo’s height towers over Doyoung by a good few inches once he stands up, but with the way he latches onto him makes him feel and look smaller, an attribute of his that Doyoung has come to love.
Before getting into position, Jungwoo rests his head on the curve of Doyoung’s neck. He distinctly feels him breathing in quite heavily and without another word, Jungwoo hastily places a sloppy on Doyoung’s neck and continues to walk away to his place, acting as if nothing happened. Doyoung hears a few of the guys snicker behind him, making him roll his eyes.
“Get home safely!” Doyoung yells as he waves to the other members who get inside their respective vans before driving off to their home.
He lets out a rather huge sigh of relief once he settles into his own. He sits down with an exhausted Jungwoo immediately cuddling up to his side. It’s not unusual for them to go home to Doyoung’s place together –hell Jungwoo practically lives there now with the way he frequents there rather than his own apartment. And who the fuck is Doyoung to complain?
His little darling is practically god sent.
While he definitely missed the old setting of living together with his bandmates, with the others just being a few floors above. The privacy gives him all the freedom he can possibly wish for.
Plus, he gets Jungwoo all to himself, void of the unintentionally hearing ears and watchful eyes.
Crude as it sounds, he gets to make Jungwoo scream as loud as he can. Not having to muffle up the pretty little noises his boyfriend makes. It truthfully was one of the things he looked forward to the most once they all had started moving out to live on their own.
Doyoung turns to the younger who’s quietly snuffling, the cold weather probably getting to him.
“Look at you, you’re all worn out.” He softly chides, hand reaching out to fix the collar of his boyfriend’s jacket and Jungwoo just shuffles closer.
“‘m not tired. Just feeling fuzzy.”
Doyoung’s eyebrows shoot up at that.
Oh. Right.
“Yeah? You sure you’re alright, baby?”
Jungwoo hums, burying his face to the side of Doyoung’s neck and the action immediately rises pebbles on Doyoung’s skin once the warm breath of the younger fans over the expanse of his neck. It makes that all too familiar feeling in his stomach spark, one that’s just aching to burst into flames. Jungwoo just needs to say the words.
“Yeah, can’t wait ‘til we get home, hyung, and have you all to myself.” Jungwoo mumbles, voice all mellow and almost like a siren’s call, except it comes as something above a whisper, all for Doyoung to hear.
“You have me, darling. We’ll get you all rested once we’re home.”
“Hm, not tired though…want to play with hyung.”
And there it is. What was once a timid little spark bursts into a flame that dances inside Doyoung, the flare of it making him all warm and hot. He immediately shushes the younger as he tends to have no filter during the rare times he voices out his wants. Often times he lets his body do the talking which is more than torture for Doyoung if he’s being honest, but that’s the charm that comes with Kim fucking Jungwoo. And he’s sure to devour every single thing he has to offer.
And Doyoung still continues to thank god for the existence of the dividers. He can’t count the amount of times Jungwoo had made sexual innuendos, with some being more straightforward than the others during their car rides. It’d be an absolute horror if the driver were to hear their filthy little spews.
Doyoung then places a hand over Jungwoo’s clothed thigh and squeezes it, fingers dangerously close to his crotch and this elicits a small sound from Jungwoo.
God, fuck.
The pent up heat from the whole day is suddenly coming to him like tiny sparks of electricity.
Doyoung loves Jungwoo. Anyone knows whether they are or aren’t aware of the relationship they have with each other. That much is obvious and the same goes with Jungwoo loving Doyoung.
But Jungwoo all needy just for him? It’s one of his fucking favorites. He thrives in it, thrives in the way Jungwoo would ache for him, as sadistic as it sounds. And what makes it better is how Jungwoo is more than willing to serve himself up on a golden platter.
He can’t wait to get home.
Their ride up the apartment is hasty and a blur of moments. But once Doyoung has the door locked behind them, the soft patters of clothing falling on the ground fills the spacious apartment. With Doyoung immediately crowding over Jungwoo.
“The things you do to me, Jungwoo. You don’t fucking know.”
Jungwoo smiles at Doyoung, all dazed and beautiful. A look on him that Doyoung can never get tired of. But pretty as he is, Doyoung also can’t wait to ruin it all. To have the boy crying, and begging for his mercy.
“God, the things I wanna do to you, baby. Was trying to hold myself back there. You know how fucking hard it is? When you’re looking at me with those little fuck me eyes god I just wanted to bend you right fucking there.” Doyoung doesn’t hold back, he’d been doing it the entire day and it’s just about time that the rope pulls and pulls until it gets thinner.
“Doyoung…need you.”
And he smashes his lips against Jungwoo’s not giving himself any time to reply, not that he needs to anyways. It’s painful, the way they kiss. But it’s a good type of pain, one that has both of them wanting for more.
“You’d want it, don’t you?” And Jungwoo whimpers at that. Of course he fucking does. Loves the thought of being watched, to be splayed for everyone to see as Doyoung takes him, practically ravages him. And Doyoung loves the thought of it as well. To have everyone know that Jungwoo is his.
Doyoung groans at the thought, hips stuttering as he grinds his fattening cock up Jungwoo’s thigh who has his back plastered against the wall courtesy of Doyoung.
“P-please.” Is all Jungwoo manages to get out as he pants for air.
“What is it, Jungwoo?” He taunts, all mean and devious.
“Take me, hyung. Please, want you so bad. Been wanting you all day.”
Something near to a growl tumbles from Doyoung’s lips, teeth scraping Jungwoo’s neck as he latches on the skin there, biting and sucking, “Should’ve just told me, baby. Would’ve taken you there, I’d fuck you in the bathroom if you wanted. Anything to get my cock in your tight little ass.”
Jungwoo doesn’t hold back the moan that slips past his lips. It’s loud and just awfully delicious, the sound of it melodious to Doyoung’s ears no matter how many times he’s heard it.
“Quickly, please, need you now.” Jungwoo whimpers in between little huffs of breath and Doyoung, like the lovesick fool he is, just nods, eyes full of determination and body trembling in fervor.
It’s during times like this, Doyoung's mind is on autopilot. To just give and take. To pleasure and to indulge in the fathomless depths there is to them .
And so, Doyoung doesn’t waste any time as he practically drags Jungwoo along the halls. The quick patters of their feet are loud to their ears, accompanied by the rhythmic thumps of their heartbeats.
And in between one moment and the next, Doyoung’s already laying Jungwoo down on his bed, the action gentle and careful, as if he’s handling a delicate porcelain. And that's because he actually is. With how Jungwoo is so, so easy to break. And with the way he breaks so easily comes the exquisite way he falls into tiny pieces. And of course, Doyoung absolutely fucking loves it. Loves the way Jungwoo falls apart beneath his hands, the way he would crumble and shake, only for Doyoung to pick up again and make whole.
He loves that he is his.
His pretty little noises, his tears, his pleasure, everything .
And god, the way Jungwoo just gives so willingly and trusting.
Maybe Doyoung isn’t so selfish after all.
“Gorgeous.” Doyoung whispers, albeit all to himself as he gets an eyeful of the sight before him.
Jungwoo is finally, finally laid bare before him. And god, no matter how many times he’d seen him, it always has him stuttering a breath.
Beautiful is an understatement. Long, uncoordinated limbs splayed over the sheets, hair tousled in every direction there is. His skin even looks as if it’s glowing, the complexion of it luminous and unscathed. He looks like the epitome of sublime chaos. And Doyoung can’t wait to mark him in whatever way he possibly can.
Doyoung’s mouth waters. He might as well be a fucking animal with the ever growing want that simmers inside of him.
But as much as he wants to ravish him right then and there. He takes his time taking in every little detail. Although he already knows every part of him like the back of his hand. He can never truly get enough of him.
Doyoung trails his eyes from his feet and then to his legs that shift every now and then, restless in its wake as he lays there. The corners of Doyoung’s lips tug up into a smirk as he eyes the almost pitiful cock. Unsurprisingly, Jungwoo is already hard, the tip of it red and glistening with the sheen slick of his arousal, dirtying the surface of his thigh as it lays there, curving to the right. Doyoung unconsciously darts his tongue out, wetting his lips before letting out a low whistle.
“Already so hard. ‘S that all for me, baby?” Doyoung hums, voice low and goading.
“A-all for you, hyung.” Jungwoo whispers and god, his fucking face. His lips are parted and Doyoung can almost hear the labored way he’s breathing. And his eyes, all hazy and lost. But Doyoung knows that look all too well. Knows just which buttons to push.
Then, there’s a slight movement. Doyoung’s eyes are sharp and fast as he follows the way Jungwoo’s fingers twitch, inching towards his cock, all without breaking eye contact.
He’s challenging him. Luckily for him, Doyoung loves a good ‘ol challenge.
Doyoung glowers at him, eyes pinning him but Jungwoo just stares back.
Fucking brat.
And then there’s a soft gasp, his fingers barely brushing against his aching cock.
“I didn’t say you can fucking touch, did I, Jungwoo?”
He gets no reply, all he gets are the labored breathing, but Jungwoo’s smart enough to not continue on whatever stupid decision he was going to act on.
“You’re better than this, baby. What happened? Did hyung not give you enough attention? ‘S that why youre already fucking itching to touch your big, useless cock?” He raises his eyebrows as he makes his way towards Jungwoo, knees dipping onto the bed. He still has his pants on as his only article of clothing, his own dick tenting the front of it. He’d get rid of that later but for now, he needs a taste before he loses all inhibitions.
Jungwoo only whimpers as he inches up the bed. It’s a facade, Doyoung knows, but he loves a little chase, loves the way Jungwoo acts coy, but really, he’s a whore for his cock and would love nothing more than to get fucked right now.
“You’re not going anywhere, Jungwoo.” Doyoung says, hands grasping Jungwoo’s thighs and pulling him towards him, immediately spreading his legs.
“Shit. You’re so fucking pretty, baby. So pretty and it’s all for me. Tell me what you want.”
“Want-want you to use me…”
Doyoung feels his breath hitch at the confession, an ugly kind of affection and desperation rapidly blooming in his chest. “What is that?” Doyoung asks –except, he actually heard it right the first time.
“Please, just do whatever you want with me, hyung. Fuck me, break me. I don’t care. ‘M all yours.” Jungwoo is breathless after that and Doyoung’s pretty sure that he is as well.
“Fuck, baby. You can’t-you can’t just say shit like that. But if that’s really what you want…” Doyoung trails off, leaning towards Jungwoo and nosing at his exposed neck, groaning as he does. He plants timid kisses there up to his jaw. He then grazes his teeth over the flesh which makes the younger shudder beneath him.
“You know I love you, right?” Doyoung whispers against Jungwoo’s lips, warm breath hovering over the other.
“Y-yes.”
“That’s good, darling,” Doyoung hums, delightfully pleased, “Because tonight, I’m gonna fuck you like I hate you. Gonna take you apart with my cock until you’re crying. Won’t stop until you’re full of me. Would you like that?”
Jungwoo’s breath hitches deliciously, “God, yes, fuck, Doyoung. Anything just-just please!”
Doyoung groans as he ruts against Jungwoo, cock fully hard beneath his pants. He mouths at Jungwoo’s jaw, nipping at the skin before pulling away.
It pains him but he detaches from the younger and continues on to sit on his hunches while his hands smooth over Jungwoo’s hips down to his thighs, nails dragging over the supple flesh. Although not hard enough to actually leave a mark, it makes Jungwoo hiss and then there’s a wolfish grin plastered on Doyoung’s lips.
Doyoung makes quick work of folding Jungwoo’s legs up, making him gasp and choke on his breath. A pretty, red blush paints his cheeks as he’s suddenly put into a lewd position, exposed, all for Doyoung to see his tight hole and flushed cock. The sight of it all mouth watering.
Doyoung feels the way Jungwoo’s muscles tense beneath his fingers as he leans down, puffing out a breath which makes Jungwoo twitch. Thankfully, Doyoung isn’t that much of a sadist and finally gives Jungwoo a little taste and he prods his thumb at his hole.
“Hm, such a tight little ass. Perhaps I don’t fuck you enough? ‘S that why you’re still tight like a fucking virgin, baby?”
Jungwoo can only whimper as Doyoung prods at his entrance and there’s a sick satisfaction that simmers in his belly.
Doyoung doesn’t do much but prod around the corner, rubbing Jungwoo’s rim and dipping his finger in the slightest and pulling out before he even stretches around him.
“Be good for me tonight, baby.” It’s a warning but Jungwoo barely catches that and what Doyoung does next makes him visibly flinch. Doyoung spits on his hole, immediately making work of the lube and prods at his entrance again finally dipping a finger in.
It doesn’t take long until Doyoung is working three fingers inside Jungwoo, a wet, squelching sound loud to their ears but it only makes that flame burn brighter. He also has his mouth wrapped around Jungwoo’s cock, the fat girth making the corners of his mouth stretch in a deliciously painful way, the tip of it almost reaching the back of his throat. God , he's perfect. How the hell does he have the most perfect man on the palm of his hand right now? Even he questions his luck.
And with every whimper and moan that comes out of Jungwoo’s mouth, Doyoung swears his own aching dick twitches every single time his pretty little noises reach his ears.
His arms ache a bit, but it only fuels him to do better, to spread him apart and break him. Doyoung is desperate like that. Like a man underwater begging for air. He swallows Jungwoo whole. Tongue lapping at the underside of his cock as his fingers move vigorously. He barely makes it fit but Jungwoo takes it like a fucking champ, even grinding his hips down on Doyoung’s fingers best as he can.
“D-doyoung.” Jungwoo gasps out.
Jungwoo is close, just teetering over the edge and Doyoung would be grinning right now if his mouth isn’t stuffed full of cock but since that is the case, he only hums and keeps the steady pace of his fingers while eagerly sucking Jungwoo’s cock. He keeps going until the younger is babbling nonsense. Despite knowing what he’s asking for, he continues his ministrations. He’s just mean like that but he knows that Jungwoo loves it.
It’s beautiful once Jungwoo’s cries tapers off into a loud moan, body spasming while Doyoung continues to swallow him whole. His hole also clenches tightly around Doyoung’s fingers which forces him to halt his motions the moment an orgasm shatters through Jungwoo’s already trembling body.
It’s a lot, some of the cum even dripping past the corners of Doyoung’s mouth but it only makes his eyes roll back.
Slowly, he pulls away and takes in Jungwoo’s demise. He looks heavenly like this and Doyoung can’t help the slight tug of his sore and reddened lips, morphing into a sly smile.
He’d only finger him open, but he already looks debauched in the best way possible. But Doyoung’s not done with him yet, no, he’s far from done.
“Came so fast for me. You’re gonna give me another one, right baby?”
Jungwoo makes a smile noise, probably of agreement, as Doyoung presumes. He hums, skimming his hands over Jungwoo’s still slightly trembling body, eyes teary and unfocused.
“C’mon, hyung. Fuck me already, please.”
And Doyoung wants nothing more than to do just that, his own cock already dampening a small bit of his pants. He feels his pride swell upon seeing and hearing Jungwoo cry, all desperate for him. But it’s also more than just about the sex, it’s something that bleeds deep into their relationship, every crack and crevice, that profound love and desire for each other seeping into whatever opening there is.
Then, Doyoung is leaning towards Jungwoo, slotting himself right in between his legs and kisses him full on the mouth.
It’s messy and desperate, gone is the finesse that they never truly had anyways. Always so eager as if they haven’t tasted each other in so long, except, they always have. It’s visceral, in a way, but also beautiful even as their teeth clash more than it’s supposed to, tongue tangling and lapping at each other's warm cavern.
It’s addictive. That’s what it is.
And Jungwoo proves that he’s just as obsessive with the way he moans into Doyoung’s open mouth, hands going over to clutch at his hair pulling at it in a way that makes Doyoung’s scalp burn in the slightest degree, but he doesn’t mind at all.
Perhaps they’re both just as bad as the other.
Doyoung makes a hard decision of pulling away from the younger, arms stretching to reach for the bedside table to grab the lube.
Jungwoo is sensitive. Always have been, but his state right now is close to what could be his worst. But Doyoung still has a fucking job to do and he knows better than anyone how Jungwoo loves getting fucked to the point of oversensitivity. Doyoung ought to do just that.
Doyoung circles his hand around his length, cock thick and heavy and throbbing in his hold as he gives himself torturously slow pumps.
“So fucking hard for you, Jungwoo. This is what you do to me.” Doyoung grunts, eyes closing as he finally feels something envelop his cock, an abysmal stand for Jungwoo’s tight little hole but he reminds himself that he just has to hold on for a little while longer.
And then Doyoung’s back in between Jungwoo’s legs, with Jungwoo holding himself open as Doyoung slots himself in like a puzzle piece.
Jungwoo whimpers once Doyoung’s tip touches his puffy rim. He doesn’t push right away, smearing his precum all over the twitching entrance. It makes both of them let out grunts. If Doyoung already feels this way, he can’t imagine how Jungwoo must feel after he just had an orgasm.
“I-in, in me, hyung. Please, want you inside me.” Jungwoo begs so, so prettily, with tears brimming his eyes and a crimson flush painting his cheeks.
Doyoung huffs, unable to tear his eyes away from his boyfriend. Eyes domineering, a look that pins Jungwoo down and makes him squirm in his stead. Just a little more.
Doyoung doesn’t give any warning sign but then a breath is punched out of Jungwoo with how he’s suddenly pushing inside. The warm envelope of heat immediately makes Doyoung’s eyes roll to the back of his head. It’s just the tip but fuck does Jungwoo feel so fucking good around him.
“S-shit baby. How are you still so fucking tight?” He grunts, canting his hips sharply making him sink further into Jungwoo.
The younger is no better, jaw slack and eyes half lidded and Doyoung can’t seem to take his eyes off of him, looking at him with so much adoration. He always does, the members always tease him for it but nothing can truly compare to how Jungwoo looks like in his most vulnerable state.
A deep, guttural moan breaks out from Doyoung once his balls deep inside Jungwoo, heart pounding in his chest as the pleasure overwhelms him in the most delicious way.
“All mine,” Doyoung stutters out, in time with a particularly sharp thrust and Jungwoo mewls, hands coming up to claw at Doyoung's back.
Doyoung cradles Jungwoo’s face, the touch oddly gentle, a stark contrast to the rough thrusts of his hips. “You’re all mine. My Jungwoo. My baby. All fucking mine.” he confesses like he’s running out of time to tell him. Doyoung is an enigma, running his mouth with the filthiest words and then follows it suit with whispers of the sweetest promises.
Jungwoo can only nod, eyes shutting tightly and mouth agape letting out a plethora of ah ah ah in time with Doyoung’s fucking.
“Y-yours, hyung. ‘M all yours,” he practically cries.
And there’s this sick satisfaction again that claws at Doyoung’s chest. To see Jungwoo crying, spiraling into that of a trench only he can pull him out of.
He attaches his lips to the curve of Jungwoo’s neck, sucking on the skin that’s salty with sweat and then pulls off of him to meet his lips, one that’s heedless and just feverish, uncaring of the drool that spills past their mouths.
Doyoung fucks Jungwoo hard and eager; one that lacks mercy as Doyoung grips onto Jungwoo’s ass, the meat of it spilling inbetween his fingers.
Doyoung grunts with every harsh thrust, the motions rabid that’s teetering towards something close to an animal in heat. It makes Doyoung's head spin, the white hot pleasure blinding him. “Fuck Jungwoo. Fuck you and your tight little ass. Shit. ”
Doyoung is going at it so harshly that they’ve ridden up the bed, it works to Doyoung’s favor though as he grips onto the headboard holding onto it tightly before resuming in rutting his hips with incredible precision now that he’s got proper leverage.
The move together, swaying in this rapid pace with Doyoung fucking Jungwoo in complete earnest. And Doyoung watches Jungwoo quiver beneath him, making his cock twitch, feeling how warm and tight Jungwoo feels around him.
“Yeah. You like it, baby?” Doyoung taunts meanly, “Like how hyung fucking uses you?” He says with another harsh thrust, pace slowing but he gets in there deeper than before, hips swiveling in that delicious motions.
“Look at you, Jungwoo. My drooly baby. Bet you love getting pumped full of hyung’s cum.” Doyoung chuckles breathlessly and punctuates it all with a harsh thrust that has Jungwoo moaning loudly, using him like a makeshift fleshlight for his sole pleasure.
The tightening of his own stomach takes Doyoung by surprise. That edge of pleasure so, so close it only drives Doyoung to fuck Jungwoo harder if that is even possible. And there’s nothing nice about the way he does it. The loud smacking of his hips against Jungwoo’s thighs resonating inside their room.
“Hyung,” Jungwoo tries, but it comes out more like a whisper, as if his breath is stolen from him. Doyoung beams with how powerless Jungwoo is beneath his body.
And then Doyoung is surging forward, arms wrapping around Jungwoo almost protectively and mouth slamming against the other. Jungwoo is pliant as Doyoung licks into his open mouth, unable to do anything but just take, take, and take. And god does he take so beautifully.
“Good boy, so good for hyung. Want you to give me another one, baby. C’mon.” Doyoung coos, peppering kisses along Jungwoo’s jaw that’s trembling with every breath he takes.
Doyoung fastens his pace, feeling that white hot pleasure dawning at him closer and closer.
“C-close, Doyoung. I’m so close.” It’s the most Jungwoo has said in a while. And Doyoung can barely feel everything at once, overwhelmed by the sensations closing up at him.
“Yes, that’s right, darling. So good, so good to me.” He says, breathless. They’re at that point together, so close to unraveling and Doyoung makes quick work of his hips, pounding into Jungwoo’s hole fast and hard. Wanting to just give to whatever Jungwoo needs.
And Doyoung feels that moment when that string just snaps, letting them fall, weightless, into that abyss they desperately tried to reach. His body tenses, almost numbing once he releases. It’s a pleasure that rattles their bones, down to their very core.
He cums. He comes so fucking hard that there’s like this pleasant, buzzing feeling inside him, and his vision becomes hazy with black, spotty dots.
He faintly feels Jungwoo but he trembles against his own body that’s slick with sweat. Doyoung hears him, but he can’t make out what he’s saying except for that faint, buzzing noise.
“Love you, love you. Fuck, I love you, baby.” Doyoung chants like a mantra, mindless as he pulls Jungwoo closer against him, as if to keep them from drifting further away.
“Love-love, hyung.” Jungwoo says, voice quiet and small but Doyoung knows how sincere the younger one is.
Doyoung pulls back a bit to look at Jungwoo. He’s far gone. But amid all the chaos and tears, there’s this certain look in his eyes, one that’s almost emotional and Doyoung just can’t tear his eyes off of it.
He reaches his hand up, gently carding through the mess of Jungwoo’s locks and Jungwoo’s eyes flutter close, nuzzling into the comfort of Doyoung’s hand. “Did so good for me, darling.”
Jungwoo opens his eyes, eyes still distant and hazy but the affection still clear beneath the ripples. He opens his mouth as if to say something but closes it again.
“What? You okay, baby?” Doyoung asks softly, still tracing the gentle contours of Jungwoo’s face.
“Love you. Happy birthday, hyung.”
Doyoung’s breath hitches, caught off guard by the greeting and his first instinct is to check the bedside table that has their digital clock.
Truthfully enough, it really is a few minutes past twelve. He can’t help but let out an endeared chuckle, enthralled by his beautiful mess of a boyfriend in front of him.
They have arrived at this very same end countless times before, and somehow something makes this one more special. But one thing is for sure, no matter how much power he has over Jungwoo, it’s him that’s wrapped around his finger.