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“-Jake?” He hears Sunghoon call from beside him. The younger had been yapping all period about the party tonight, and Jake didn’t mean to be rude, he really didn’t, but he couldn’t help his mind drifting off onto more important things! Said things being a certain someone that has been making appearance after appearance in Jake’s daily daydreaming. Now he’s not exactly complaining per se, but he is a little confused as to why his Hyung has been plaguing his mind more frequently than usual. It could be anything really, from his soothing voice to his dark brown eyes that always held an emotion Jake couldn’t quite decipher, to his big, veiny hands that always had Jake’s mind drifting to other things. Things like how they would look in his, how they would look around his waist, or between his thighs-
“Jake!” Jake is again pulled from his thoughts as Sunghoon gently kicks his leg under the table, whisper-yelling so as to not draw too much attention to them. Jake looks at him sheepishly, brows drawn together with a small, apologetic smile on his face. “I’m sorry Hoonie, what were you saying?” The boy’s frown only deepens, inching closer to Jake.
Sunghoon squints his eyes as if he’s trying to find something. “Are you ok? You’ve been zoning out lately. Like, more than usual.” He diagnoses, again leaning further into Jake’s space, and at this point, it probably looks very odd from an outside perspective.
Blinking, Jake wonders if he should tell Sunghoon what he’s been thinking about recently. Telling Sunghoon would mean also telling Jay indirectly, but that’s technically not a bad thing because Jay has much better advice than Sunghoon anyway. He decides that it wouldn’t hurt to tell his best friend.
Jake purses his lips, looking at the professor at the front of the classroom. “Sunghoon, may I ask you something?” Jake starts hesitantly, cheeks tingeing lightly as he keeps his eyes away from the boy next to him. Sunghoon raises a brow with a ghost of a smirk creeping its way onto his face, pulling away from Jake to lean back in his chair.
“Of course, Jakey! What’s got the puppy blushing?” The nickname only stirs his insides a little bit, nowhere near the sensation when Heeseung calls him by the name. Jake gathers himself momentarily, piecing together his thoughts and looking around just to make sure no one is paying attention to them, which is unlikely for how far away they are from the rest of the class, and the amount of people. “How do you know if you like someone?” He finally lets out, rushed, searching his friend's eyes for any minute reaction. It’s not like he doesn’t know he likes Heeseung, he’s sure he does, but it seemed like the safest question to ask.
Sunghoon's face shifts from surprise, brows raised, and mouth parted slightly, to smug almost instantaneously. “Oh? Does Jakey have a crush?” He asks, voice saccharinely sweet and teasing.
Leaning forward to shove his friend's shoulder half-heartedly, Jake whines, “Don’t tease! Just answer the question.” He sits back in his chair, watching as Sunghoon feigns hurt for all of five seconds before he’s back to smiling at Jake. This time it’s downright maniacal, reminding Jake of the Cheshire cat, and he’s just a bit terrified as the boy opens his mouth to say something. “It’s Heeseung hyung, isn’t it?”
The blush that was slowly fading has come back in full force, bright reds painting his cheeks as he freezes. Sunghoon gasps, eyes wide and mouth agape. “Oh my god, It’s totally Heeseung!” He concludes, giggling like a kid at Christmas as he stares at Jake’s panic-stricken face. “Hoon it’s not funny!” Huffing, he turns away from his friend and to his notebook, which is barren of the notes they should’ve been taking. Sunghoon seems to catch onto the fact that Jake is genuinely worried about whatever is going on and decides to save the teasing for later.
“Jake, I don't know exactly how you feel, but Heeseung definitely wouldn’t turn you down if you asked him out.” He assures because really, the elder would probably leap at the chance to go on a date with Jake. I mean who wouldn’t? Jake may not know, but most of their friends had developed a crush on him at some point, all having gotten over it, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.
Jake seems confused by his statement as he tilts his head to the side, eyes asking Sunghoon a question. “What do you mean?” He says softly, almost as if he’s scared to know the answer. And to this, Sunghoon just kind of stares at him for a moment, trying to figure out if Jake is making a joke. But his face doesn’t change one bit, staying in a state of confusion. He looks to the side as if there's a camera before turning back to the still-confused Jake.
“Jake, do you really not know?” Sunghoon asks slowly, letting the words settle in the air around them. Dark bangs shifting as he shakes his head, Jake lets out a small ‘no’.
At this, Sunghoon laughs lightly, disbelieving at just how oblivious Jake is. “Hyung looks at you like you’re the only person in the world. He has these heart eyes, you know? And have you seen him around other people? Bro could not care less about anyone but you, he doesn’t even try to hide it! He’s also really rude to people who try to flirt with him, like, he looks at them like he’s disgusted by their presence. Disgusted Jake! Have you really never noticed? He’s so obvious about it too…” He trails off, realizing that Jake had gone silent as he ranted about their older friend's behavior.
When Sunghoon looks over at him, Jake’s face is blank with surprise, eyes widened and his bottom lip falling. “He doesn’t do that…” Jake’s voice is nowhere near convincing.
“Sure, he doesn’t.” Is all Sunghoon says before changing the subject again, but Jake is hardly paying attention.
Jake is two seconds away from running out the front door of the house. He rarely goes to parties, and everytime he does, he’s reminded as to why. It’s loud, so loud, there's people grinding on each other everywhere, and Jake lost Sunghoon in the crowd, so he’s all alone at a party where he doesn’t know anyone. Yay!
He’s looking around the living room for anyone he may know, or just to not look like an idiot, but either works, and he’s almost successful! He thinks he sees Heeseung sitting on the couch rolling a blunt on the table in front of him, but as soon as he’s about to walk over, something—someone— is blocking his view.
“Hey.” The stranger smirks down at Jake, the warped smile looking all types of wrong on his face. It makes him look creepy and gross, causing Jake to cringe at their closeness.
“Can I help you?” He forces himself to be polite, manners still thoroughly intact even in the undesirable circumstances. The boy only increases the disgustingness of his smirk, raking his eyes up and down Jake’s body.
Jake shifts in his spot as he looks away, uncomfortably folding his arms over his chest and trying his best to glance over the stranger’s shoulder in search of Heeseung. But the older isn’t on the couch anymore. He deflates, only to suck in a breath at the feeling of an arm being wrapped around his shoulder.
“Hi Baby.” Heeseung’s voice is a whisper in his ear, lips brushing against the skin. Jake flushes as a shudder runs through his body, he turns to look up at Heeseung in surprise, his eyes already burning into Jake’s. “Hyung?” He questions softly. Their faces are so close together, he wonders if the taller can hear his heart racing at the proximity.
Heeseung’s hand comes up to Jake’s face, caressing his jaw. “I was looking for you,” He giggles, leaning in closer to Jake’s face, inches away. And he makes it sound so real, as if he really was looking for Jake amidst the crowd, which after the information Sunghoon had shared with him earlier today, has a good chance of being true. Suddenly, Heeseung looks away from him, eyes set on the stranger who is still standing there, his gaze murderous.
“Can I help you?” The taller spits, standing to his full height and dropping his hand down to Jake’s waist to pull him into his body. The boy practically squeaks before scurrying off with his tail between his legs, leaving the two alone.
Jake’s body immediately deflates, leaning himself into Heeseung’s comforting hold easily. “Hi hyung.” He mumbles, turning his head back to look at the older.
Heeseung softens at the sound of his voice, their eyes finally meeting again. “Hi Jaeyun-ah.” Jake preens at the name, his korean name always sounding different when Heeseung says it, but to be fair everything sounds different when Heeseung says it. Better in every way.
He leads the younger to the couch, right where he had been sitting before saving Jake. Heeseung picks up the rolled blunt from the table and reaches for the lighter in his pocket.
“Jaeyunnie.” He calls simply, letting the name permeate in the air. The boy tilts his head to the elder, looking up at him. They aren't sitting far apart at all, thighs touching as Heeseung lays back against the couch with the new blunt resting in his mouth. His left hand falls to the younger's thigh, rubbing small and comforting circles into the rough material of his jeans.
It wasn’t comforting at all though, Jake immediately flushes at the feeling of the elder's large hand on his thigh. It was a regular occurrence for Heeseung to put his hands on him, but each time it set Jake's body alight with nerves.
“Pup,” God. This boy must want to kill Jake.
He chokes, sputtering as he continues to stare at Heeseung’s side profile. The elder takes a long drag, holding it for a few seconds and then exhaling. He turns to Jake. “You should try this.”
And he probably shouldn't, but when Heeseung’s looking at him as if he's the only person in the room while asking him to do something that seems so mundane, how could he possibly say no? Jake is a weak man.
So, he takes the offered blunt and presses it to his lips, not really knowing what to do next. Heeseung seems to understand his dilemma and takes mercy on him because Jake next hears instructions on how to smoke properly.
“Suck it like a straw, inhale, hold, exhale. Do it gently, or you’re gonna cough.” He smiles at Jake, teasing as the boy gives him a quizzical expression and nods his head hesitantly.
Jake still coughs. Violently. His lungs burn as he hands the offensive object back to its original owner, who is now laughing. “Stop laughing!” Jake whines when he finally catches his breath, throat still burning. Heeseung’s hand squeezes his thigh tighter as he laughs, head tilted back towards the ceiling. A shiver runs down his spine, Heeseung is so hot.
“C’mere, puppy.” He grabs the back of Jake's head and tilts his head manually. Stilling, Jake lays pliant in the others' grasp.
Heeseung takes a long drag before leaning in, meeting eyes with a wide-eyed and confused Jake. His lips are parted slightly, just enough so that Heeseung can lightly press his own against Jake’s to let the smoke travel into the younger's mouth.
The touch is gone as quick as it came.
Heeseung's own eyes are lidded as he watches. “Suck, inhale, hold, exhale,” he murmurs quietly to Jake who follows his directions as best as he can, sucking it in like a straw, inhaling, holding, and exhaling.
This time it's much smoother, but the smoke travels from his mouth to Heeseung’s in a puff, the older boy sucking up the last remnants of it in with confidence.
They're close, so close. Jake is practically on the other’s lap with how much he had compensated when Heeseung pulled him in. The air between them is thick as Heeseung brings the blunt back to his mouth, this time connecting their lips in a real kiss, letting the smoke cloud up around their mouths.
Jake's eyes flutter shut as they meet, Heeseung’s hand on the back of his head like a brand, heavy and hot. The one that moves to his thigh is no better, tugging on Jake just enough for him to get the hint that he wants Jake to sit in his lap. Again, Jake is a weak man for Heeseung, so he goes without question.
He feels small like this, sitting in the lap of his friend. He moans against Heeseung’s mouth as the older grips his waist, it’s not the strongest because the blunt is still between his fingers, but it's more than enough to leave Jake with the feeling of molten hot desire pooling in his gut.
“Hyung…” He mumbles into Heeseung's mouth, curling a fist into his jacket. When he opens his eyes, he sees the gaze the older has fixed on him, lust and want swirling in his dark, hooded eyes.
“Yes, puppy?” The elder asks teasingly, leaning forward to nip at Jake's plump lower lip. He’s reminded of the blunt in his hands though, pulling it away from Jake's body and taking another hit.
Before he could exhale though, Jake is connecting their lips once again, holding onto the side of Heeseung's face with one of his hands. The kiss is messy, saliva pooling in Jake's mouth and spilling over the corners as Heeseung kisses him back just as desperately.
But as they continue to share the blunt, their kisses and touches become languid and sweet, delving down into something less rushed. It's still filled with lust however, they're still minutely grinding up or down into each other in the middle of a party on a stranger's couch, but somehow it feels different.
Jake smiles and giggles as he pulls away, the weed hasn't hit either of them yet, but he feels light and airy as he stares at Heeseung.
“Jaeyun-ah, you're so adorable.” Heeseung coos, squeezing the side of Jake's waist with no real force. The latter blushes and giggles again, leaning back down to press a peck to the elder's lips. “Hyungie, do you maybe wanna…find a room?” He asks cautiously, making sure to hide himself in Heeseung’s neck as he does, hoping that it would serve as a covering.
The content smile on his face grows to a large grin as he cradles the back of Jake's head. “Why don't we go back to my place? It’s only a few minutes from here.” He offers, placing a kiss to Jake's head.
Jake doesn't know how the atmosphere changed so quickly. Just a minute ago they were practically cuddling on the couch with a side of kisses and grinding, but now the frottage has gotten out of hand and Jake is shaking against the elder.
“Hyung! Please, please, please. I’ll be good! I’ll be so good, I swear…” He begs desperately, eyes watering with unshed tears as he stares up at Heeseung through his lashes.
The older has been teasing him for so long. Jake just wants him to do something to alleviate the ache of his cunt. Heeseung has his thigh between his legs, pushing down harshly at times, or just simply letting the younger grind up against him.
He grins down at Jake. “Yeah? Does my puppy want more?” Heeseung chides affectionately, his hand holding the side of Jake's face as he relaxes into the touch.
“Yes.” The way Jake looks is downright seductive. Their clothes aren't even off and he's already drooling, hair messy as it lays over his head like a halo, and he's looking up at Heeseung with these sinfully gorgeous eyes, wide and wanting, pooling with lust. He’s sure he doesn't look any better though, just as effected as Jake in this whole endeavor.
Heeseung finally lets up, taking his hands back and pulling himself away to take his shirt off. Jake whines at the loss, but it's soon quieted as he gasps upon seeing Heeseung without a shirt.
“Hyung never told me he worked out…” And for some reason, he sounds sad, as if he really was upset that Heeseung never told him. He pulls off his pants too, letting both articles of clothing fall somewhere on his floor as he moves back to Jake.
“Baby, are you sure you're ready?” He asks, pausing with his hands on Jake's waistband. The younger thrashes, “Hyung if you don't fuck me right now.” He huffs, trying to sound intimidating but it just comes out as weak and breathless.
Heeseung’s eyes darken, hands working quickly as they rip off Jake's pants and underwear down in one motion, tossing them on the floor and exposing his glistening cunt. “Or what? Hmm Jaeyun? What are you gonna do if I don't fuck you?” His grip tightens on Jake's hips, blunt nails digging into the soft skin.
There's no bravado in Jake's voice as he speaks, it's lost the longer Heeseung stares at him with a gaze so hungry and primitive. “I’ll go find someone else.” It's said as a whisper, because it's the furthest thing from the truth—he doesn't want anyone else other than his Heeseung hyung to fuck him.
Heeseung seems to think it's funny, for he tosses his head back in laughter, hands absentmindedly reaching for the fabric that's left on Jake's body.
“We both know you wouldn't even dream of that. ‘Cause you're such a loyal puppy, yeah?” Heeseung mutters the last part directly into his ear, hot breath hitting the shell and sending a shiver down his spine.
He squeaks, Heeseung’s hands finding purchase under his shirt where his chest meets his torso. Jake nods his head fervently, eyes closing.
Heeseung only chuckles, crowding into the boy’s space. “Yeah, that's right. You're my good boy, aren't you?” It's rhetorical, but Jake can't help the small, shaky ‘yes’s he lets out as Heeseung kisses down his neck. He pokes his tongue out, letting it taste the subtle saltiness of Jake's skin. Heeseung sucks harshly at Jake's collarbone, the boy whimpering at the feeling.
“Hyungie please. Do something…” He's just so desperate. They've been kissing and touching for what feels like hours: Heeseung has been teasing him for too long and now Jake is brimming with desire.
When the first tear spills down his cheek, Heeseung finally takes mercy on him.
“Shh, baby let hyung take care of you.” Heeseung mutters into the furnace that is his skin, pecking the side of Jake's mouth before moving down his body and settling between his legs.
Jake feels his cunt throb with a fresh spurt of slick as Heeseung breathes hotly against his folds, just looking. His hands are supporting the underside of Jake's thighs, pushing them up and apart to get a better view.
“Fuck puppy, you're dripping.” And the worst part is that Heeseung is right. Jake can feel his arousal as it runs down his legs, it's the dirtiest he’s ever felt but he's much too turned on to care.
Jake is just about to whine for attention again when he feels something warm and hot licking over his clit.
Heeseung doesn't waste time, sparing Jake no warning before he abruptly licks a thick stripe up his slit, lapping at the juices that coat his pussy. He groans at the taste, always knowing Jake would be sweet.
Unable to resist the urge to voice his opinions, Heeseung speaks his mind. “You taste so good, Jaeyun.” He hums into him, Jake's pussy clenching around nothing at the praise.
“Hyung…” The boy whispers, broken and weak. When Heeseung looks up at him, his eyes are closed, and his face is drawn up tightly.
Heeseung sucks harshly at the younger’s clit, thighs twitching in his hold. “Ah!” Jake gasps, his hands instantly moving from their grip on the duvet to lightly grabbing at Heeseung’s hair.
Heeseung can barely hold back the sounds he’s making, small groans and hums leaving his mouth and vibrating against the boy's entrance as he moves to focus more on it.
Swirling his tongue around the soft hole, he lets Jake's legs rest on his shoulders. The boy sounds so heavenly like this, moaning and whimpering around Heeseung, so fucked out just after a few touches.
His hands massage the doughy skin between Jake's thighs and ass, going back to sucking his clit like candy. Above him, Jake's hands tighten their grip, only serving to spur Heeseung on.
He flicks his tongue over the swollen bud, pink and puffy with need over and over, making Jake’s stomach heave.
“Heeseung! Ah—Heeseungie, so s’good.” He blubbers, lips shiny and wet with saliva. Heeseung moans at the sight of drool escaping Jake's mouth and slowly dripping down his chin, feeling his dick throb in his boxers.
He licks into Jake as if he's been starved his entire life, tongue lapping hungrily over his clit as his nails dig into the soft flesh of the boy's ass. Jake's legs shake on his shoulders as Heeseung lets out a long hum, a gasp leaving his mouth at the vibrations. “Hyung!” He wails.
In response, Heeseung presses a wide lick from his entrance to his clit, hooking his tongue around the bud and swirling it around in firm circles. Jake jolts, the feeling like no other as he moans helplessly.
“Such a good boy, your cunt’s so sweet.” He chuckles, voice gruff as he repeats the action. Jake is flushed a bright red, cheeks splotchy as tears run down them beautifully.
When their eyes meet, it's heavy, filled with emotion. Jake's voice is strained as he calls for Heeseung. “Hyungie.” He manages, letting one hand go from Heeseung’s hair in search of one of his own hands.
Heeseung obliges immediately, slotting their hands together lovingly above Jake's stomach. It's a stark contrast to the way he plunges his tongue back into Jake's sopping entrance, licking up the slick that's now covering his mouth and chin.
He can feel Jake begin to spasm around him, plush thighs squeezing his head and neck. It’s so hot how he's so desperate, chasing his orgasm as Heeseung continuously brings him further and further along.
“C’mon baby, be good and come for hyung.” He can feel as Jake starts to crumble, breath becoming much heavier as his eyes start to flutter, moans higher in pitch as he curves his back to push himself further into Heeseung’s mouth. But it's the next line that really pushes him over the edge.
“Come for me puppy.” Jake's mouth is frozen open in a silent scream, air caught in his lungs as he's cumming on Heeseung’s face unabashedly. His body shakes through the process, pussy clenching and unclenching around the elder's tongue in spasmed rhythms.
Heeseung coaxes him through it all, letting Jake ride out his high by swallowing every last drop of his release. He doesn't stop until Jake pushes his head away with a trembling hand.
When Heeseung comes up from his spot between Jake's legs, he's met with the boy’s glassy eyes looking up at him with a sad look. “‘Yun what's wrong? Did I go too far? Was it too much?” He worries, words slipping from his mouth at a fast pace as his hands come up to cup Jake's warm cheeks.
He shakes his head. “Hyung, you haven't come yet.” Jake mumbles, pointing down to the very obvious boner he’s sporting. Heeseung only laughs, thankful that he hadn't overstepped.
“It's okay pretty, I just wanted you to feel good.” Heeseung assures, kissing Jake’s swollen lips sweetly. But it seems like it was the wrong thing to say because Jake is then whining into his mouth.
Pulling away with wide eyes, Heeseung gives him a curious look. “I want you to…” Jake looks away, blushing furiously, and Heeseung decides he will be having none of that, turning Jake's head his way again.
“Want me to what?” He pushes, eyes now teasing and expectant. The boy wriggles in his grip, squirming under the heated gaze.
“‘Wan you to come on me…” It's barely even a whisper, but Heeseung still hears, breaking out into a large grin as Jake looks away yet again.
Heeseung lets go of his face, settling himself between the younger’s legs again. “Yeah? Is that what the puppy wants?” He drawls lowly, reaching into his boxers and releasing his cock from its restraints. He won’t last long at all, his cock is a violet red and it stands up tall, slapping against his stomach.
Gasping when he sees the length, he can't help but imagine what it would look like to fit that inside him, what would it feel like. He always knew his hyung would be big, but this reaches new lengths.
Heeseung sees the inner turmoil inside Jake's mind. “Don't worry. Next time, I’ll open you up real nice for me.” He hums, wrapping his hand around the girth and sliding it against the wet surface of Jake's still swollen pussy. Flinching at the sensation, Jake keens as the head of his cock rubs on his clit so deliciously.
Just as he had thought, it barely takes Heeseung anything to come, the image of Jake biting his plump lips and looking up at him while his legs are spread so prettily is more than enough for him to be spilling over his hand with white, hot ropes squirting onto Jake's pink folds with a loud groan.
He lays himself on top of Jake after that, careful of his weight but still cuddling into the younger. He was just so warm and soft. You can't blame him.
“Let me be your boyfriend.” Heeseung blurts into the hot skin of Jake's neck, wrapping his arms around his waist and holding him tight. Jake giggles in his arms, placing a shy kiss on Heeseung’s temple.
“Of course.”