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what do you want
indica
anything else?
can i give you head while you smoke or no
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“Should we kiss a little?”
Hyunjin almost laughs. His lips twitch, and a breath leaves his lungs much too fast. He takes half a step forward. Playing coy. “Do you want to kiss me, Jeongin?”
“Yeah,” Jeongin nods, eyes wide, cheeks dusted pink. He’s been blushing— just a little bit— since Hyunjin showed up. Since he opened the door, and then immediately tripped over his own feet to let Hyunjin in.
Usually they do business elsewhere. But Hyunjin was thrown such an interesting offer.
“I like when boys ask for what they want, Jeonginnie,” Hyunjin reaches out, lays one finger on the center of Jeongin’s chest. He’s wearing an old, cotton t-shirt. The fabric sits so deliciously over his muscle. Nice tits. Hyunjin thought he was straight, or else maybe he’d have tried something sooner. “You know you can have anything if you ask, right?”
Jeongin swallows. His throat bobs. The expanse of skin is driving Hyunjin insane. He wants to sink his teeth in. Rip his heart out, maybe.
“I can?”
Hyunjin slides his hand up to curl around Jeongin’s neck. Thumb making circles over his Adam’s apple. “I’m here, aren’t I? Because you asked.”
Tongue poking out for a split second, wetting his lips, Jeongin comes to life. “I want to kiss you. So fucking bad.”
“Mmm,” Hyunjin grins. He can’t help it. He toys with Jeongin’s necklace, slips one finger under it, tugging him in. “That’s a good start. You’re a good boy when you want to be.”
“Don’t make me fall in love, I don’t know if I can bear it,” Jeongin murmurs, hands finding their rightful place at Hyunjin’s hips. Thumbs digging into bone. Enough pressure to drive Hyunjin mad.
Their noses brush, and their lips, and Hyunjin feels a little high already, just from the contact.
“You know you sound crazy, right?” he asks.
“I don’t really care,” Jeongin returns.
One short breath. Bang.
Jeongin knows how to kiss.
He knelt down at Hyunjin’s feet as soon as he was asked, but when he kisses him, he takes immediate control. One hand at the very back of Hyunjin’s jaw, fingers teasing at his hair. Hyunjin can feel the cold press of Jeongin’s metal ring on his scalp. The slight pressure as Jeongin coaxes his head to the side, affording more access. Deeper. Deeper.
There’s a hand at the small of Hyunjin’s back, pulling him closer, bringing their hips together. A palpable heat between them. Hyunjin could probably get riled up like this. Jeongin groping him with those big, pretty hands and desperately grinding against him like the needy thing he is.
Wet. Jeongin is so sloppy. Enthusiastic. It’s cute. When they pull apart for a short moment, a thick string of saliva connects their mouths. But then Jeongin is devouring him again. Can’t get enough.
They battle for dominance for a second until Hyunjin’s teeth sink into Jeongin’s bottom lip. The moan that squeezes from his throat is unreal. Hyunjin can’t help but smile into his bite.
“I thought you were straight,” Hyunjin tips his head upwards, allowing Jeongin full run of his throat. He takes the opportunity to bury his hands in Jeongin’s hair. It’s long, freshly dyed copper. Gorgeous.
“Me too,” Jeongin manages between kisses, biting and sucking at every bit of skin he can reach. Not lingering long enough to mark, but using his teeth in a way that goes straight to Hyunjin’s dick.
Oh. This will be fun.
Hyunjin has ‘turned’ plenty of guys. But most of them fuck off before they get further than this. He knows Jeongin won’t run away. He can tell by the way his hands are greedily grabbing at his ass, hips jerking forward.
“Why don’t you touch me a little, baby?” Hyunjin suggests, grabbing hold of Jeongin’s wrist to direct his hand around the front of him. “Won’t be any fun to suck it if you can’t get it up first.”
Jeongin pulls back for a short moment, eyes swimming with need, lips shiny and swollen. Hyunjin wants to ruin him. He wants to devour him. Keep him forever. All of it.
“You’ll let me?” he breathes, surprised, even though he’s the one that invited Hyunjin here for just this.
Hyunjin nearly coos. He reaches out and tucks a stray lock of Jeongin’s hair behind his ear. “You’re cute. I’ll let you have whatever you want if you ask, I already told you that.”
“You’re serious?” Jeongin’s hand is still hovering over Hyunjin’s crotch, not giving in. Sweet.
“As a heart attack.”
“Can I touch you?”
“Yes, baby.”
Hyunjin’s smile falls when Jeongin grabs him half a second later. Palming his cock through his jeans, just the right amount of pressure to drive him mad. He can feel blood rushing south, much faster than it usually takes to get him going— but Jeongin is just so fucking cute.
“And can I give you head while you smoke?” Jeongin asks, kissing a messy line down his jaw.
“Yeah,” Hyunjin’s fingers twist into Jeongin’s shirt of their own accord. “I’d like that.”
“Will you cum on my face?”
Hell. Hyunjin wants to keep him. “Of course I will, if that’s what you want.”
“I do. I want that so bad,” Jeongin huffs, breath tickling Hyunjin’s ear. “Want you to lick it off me after— kiss me again, so I can taste you on your own tongue—”
“Christ,” Hyunjin murmurs, stomach coiling hot. “Nasty fucking mouth on you.”
“Keep thinking about it. Can’t stop thinking about you. Dream about you after we meet up.”
Hyunjin laughs then. Breathless and disbelieving. He and Jeongin meet up every other week-ish, for the express purpose of Hyunjin buying drugs.
It lasts for five minutes max, and Jeongin is always sitting in his car. They’ve never had a conversation outside of that. Never touched, other than a slight brush of fingers, until right now.
“That’s kind of pathetic,” he pulls on Jeongin’s hair, forcing him away from kissing his neck again. He’s getting rougher with it, like he might leave marks. Hyunjin doesn’t mind, but he prefers to only be marked by a man that’s his for real. And he doesn’t make a habit of making men his for real. He tries not to at all, actually.
“Ahh—” Jeongin winces at the pain of getting his hair pulled. He grins when Hyunjin loosens up, digging the heel of his palm into Hyunjin’s half-hard dick. “Yeah. I am kind of pathetic. I’m also really eager to please.”
“Get on your knees then, angel.”
Jeongin falls to the ground immediately. He smirks as he looks up, those shiny, expressive brown eyes cast up towards Hyunjin.
He grabs hold of Hyunjin’s thighs, around the backs, and pulls him closer, until he can rub his face over the bulge in his pants.
Hyunjin stares. He brings one hand to Jeongin’s cheek, running a thumb over the bone. “Pretty boy. What am I going to do with you?”
“You think I'm pretty?” Jeongin has the audacity to ask, even as he’s nuzzling against Hyunjin’s cock. Satisfied smile painted on his lips.
“Don’t be purposefully dumb, babe.”
“Never on purpose,” Jeongin kisses the fly of Hyunjin’s jeans. “You make me fucking stupid.”
Hyunjin laughs. He peels off his button down, dropping it over Jeongin’s head and stepping out of his reach. Undoes his belt while Jeongin scrambles to free himself of the fabric.
So thoughtful— Jeongin left him his blunt and a lighter on the table next to the couch. Rolled it special for him. Hyunjin didn’t even have to lift a finger. Everything was taken care of— strong hands working deftly. An expert at Hyunjin’s disposal.
Hyunjin steps out of his jeans, and underwear, sighing in relief when his dick is no longer restrained. He plucks up the items, dropping onto the couch and spreading his legs, one hand rucking his plain white tank top up his stomach.
He knows he’s pretty. He knows he looks good, cock hard between his legs, head thrown back.
He puts the blunt between his lips, just to be a tease. Watches Jeongin choke on his own spit, still kneeling on the floor a ways away.
“What are you waiting for?” he asks. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Jeongin crawls towards him, the picture of desperation. If he were any more of an animal, he’d be drooling. Hyunjin can see it in his eyes— the deep, unwavering want. Gaze turned up, asking for permission, almost. To take what he needs. Hyunjin certainly won’t stop him.
There’s a slight tremble to Jeongin’s hands when he lays them on Hyunjin’s thighs, prying his legs further apart to make space for him. Hyunjin can feel it when his hands travel up the tops of his knees, up to his hips, roving over his stomach.
Purposefully avoiding his dick. Touching everywhere else he can. Jeongin dips down and leaves a soft kiss on the inside of his knee. Another a bit further up. Gentle.
“Have you ever done this before?” Hyunjin pulls the smoke from his mouth, just for a moment. His other hand rakes through Jeongin’s hair, moving it off his face. He’s going to make such a mess of them both.
“No, but I’ve gotten my dick sucked before,” Jeongin admits, leaning into his touch like a cat. “How could you tell?”
Precious, perfect boy. Hyunjin is going to eat him whole. Tuck him away so no one can ever have him again. He hums. Says, “You’re touching me like you’re nervous.”
“I am nervous,” Jeongin’s eyelashes flutter.
“Why? Because you’re not sure if you’re gay?”
“Because, usually it takes a while for me to be this fuckin’ attracted to someone,” Jeongin says. Cocky bastard. “But you’re different.”
Hyunjin knows what he’s doing. He shouldn’t like it as much as he does— but usually the pretty words don’t come with such a genuine streak.
Still, he gives. “You’re a fucking sweet talker.”
Jeongin’s mouth curls up at one end, eyes heavy, downright fucking dangerous. “Yeah. Is it working?”
“Make use of that pretty mouth of yours and we’ll see,” Hyunjin flicks on the lighter, holding it to the end of the blunt.
His first inhale reaches his lungs at the exact moment Jeongin takes him into his hand.
Exhilarating.
Hyunjin chokes a second later, unable to stop himself from laughing at the way Jeongin is looking at his cock. Wetting his lips, staring, like he’s just been gifted mana from heaven.
“Am I doing something wrong?” he asks, blinking up at Hyunjin innocently. Soft, careful strokes working over his length. Hyunjin isn’t even fully hard yet. Jeongin is so fucking annoyingly endearing.
“No,” Hyunjin talks around his next inhale. “You’re just looking at me like my dick was sent from above just for you.”
“Was it not?” Jeongin grins. “That’s what it feels like.”
He makes a cute little noise just before unrolling his tongue and dropping Hyunjin’s cock onto it. Teasing. Licking up the entire length, hilt to head, eyes cast upward. Pretty.
Hyunjin’s high hits, expanding out from the center of his chest, buzzing through to the tips of his fingers and the top of his head. He hums, satisfied. Takes another drag.
“Fuck. You look so good smoking. I knew you would,” Jeongin takes a break from his kitten licks, just to be a peach. He leans down and kisses the head of Hyunjin’s cock, one hand circled around the base. Like he wishes he were kissing Hyunjin instead. Shotgunning, maybe.
Now there’s an idea.
“And you’ll look so good getting on with it,” Hyunjin purrs, bringing his free hand to Jeongin’s cheek. Sliding it backwards to wind into his hair. “Choking on me a little.”
“Oh, fuck,” Jeongin groans, leaning into Hyunjin’s touch. “Just tell me if I’m doing it wrong. Want you to feel good.”
Hyunjin scratches Jeongin’s scalp. Takes another hit before he lets all the good shit burn off on accident. Consequence of being preoccupied. “I feel good— I’ve got a pretty boy on his knees for me.”
He feels like he’s floating. Getting high already makes him kinda horny, this is just a nice bonus. Relaxed. Happy. Horny. A hot mouth closing around him.
Jeongin goes slow at first. Working his hand up and down Hyunjin’s shaft as he gets used to having something in his mouth. Tongue rolling around, exploring.
Inexperienced, sure, but what he lacks he makes up for in passion. Spurred on by Hyunjin’s first pleasant hum, Jeongin’s lips stretching as he accommodates more, starts bobbing his head up and down.
This is nice. Hyunjin would let him practice some more. Let Jeongin run himself dry, sit back and enjoy the show.
One more hit. He’s already almost finished. Jeongin is taking his sweet time.
If he weren’t high, the scrape of Jeongin’s teeth might have made him jump. But he is high. So he leans his head back instead, says, “Mmm, careful, baby, watch your teeth.”
Jeongin focuses harder, a tiny crease appearing between his brows. He’s so cute it’s suffocating. So eager to please, and following directions so well. The teeth let up. Jeongin’s jaw slackening more. He’s getting the hang of it now.
He looks frustrated when some drool leaks out of the corner of his mouth, but Hyunjin just likes him more.
Messy. He likes when boys get messy at his behest.
“I like a lot of spit, don’t worry about it— oh, fuck,” Hyunjin groans when his cock hits the back of Jeongin’s throat. Then again when Jeongin gags around him. His hand tightening in Jeongin’s hair. “There we go. Don’t hurt yourself. You’re doing well.”
Jeongin whines. The noise vibrates around Hyunjin, tempting him to fuck up into Jeongin’s throat. God. He’d love to fuck his face, but he doesn’t think Jeongin’s there yet. He's only just gotten a cock in his mouth for the first time.
He looks like he likes it, though. Or, the hand buried between his legs does.
Hyunjin grins, limbs loose, completely content. “You like it that much, huh, baby? Touching yourself. Couldn’t wait.”
Another whine, this one more desperate. Another gag, Jeongin holding on for longer, letting his throat clench around Hyunjin for the duration of it.
Fuck his blunt. Hyunjin reaches to the side, ashing it in the tray on the table. He’s going to burn his fucking fingers if Jeongin keeps it up.
Jeongin’s eyes are watering. His brows are tipped together, a mix of pleasure and pain. Hyunjin can see him softly rutting into his own hand, even as he keeps up his pace.
And the spit. Fuck. It’s everywhere. Jeongin is not even trying to be civil anymore. He’s whimpering around Hyunjin’s cock, and touching himself, and he moans when Hyunjin pulls at his hair.
His brain is buzzing pleasantly, warmth running through him. Hyunjin understands religion now. He feels like he’s being worshiped. Fed Jeongin’s offerings, given use of his body, brought to heaven.
Gag. Swallow. Jeongin moans, and he stutters forwards, tears leaking from his eyes. He came in his pants. Just from sucking Hyunjin off. So pathetically hot that Hyunjin almost loses it too.
He hisses. He pulls Jeongin off of him with the hand in his hair, goes for his dick with the other. He’s just close enough. Jerking himself off, holding Jeongin’s hair away from his pretty face.
“You still want it on your face?”
Jeongin nods, throat too raw to produce a word. He tries, though. “ Nnnmmnn—”
“‘Course you do,” Hyunjin breathes, eyes on Jeongin. On his parted lips, swollen, wet, his needy gaze.
He finishes hard, body on fire, every sensation more intense because of his high. What’s better is the view. Cum streaking across Jeongin’s face. Nose. Cheeks. Lips. A bit over one eye.
Jeongin brings a shaky thumb to his face. Wipes clean his eyelid, and immediately sticks his finger into his mouth. Sucking it clean. He licks over his lips next, not breaking eye contact with Hyunjin the entire time.
Hyunjin grabs his chin, a steady frame. Urges Jeongin up. Closer. Onto trembling legs.
He coos when Jeongin’s eyelids flutter, like he thinks Hyunjin might kiss him.
“You remember what you asked for next, don’t you?” Hyunjin teases, smile pressed to Jeongin’s jaw.
Jeongin swallows. Nods as well as he can. “Please.”
Tongue flat against Jeongin’s skin, Hyunjin licks up his cheek, cleaning up a bit of his own mess. It tastes as expected, but the fact that Jeongin is the one wearing it makes it sweeter.
Hands curl into Hyunjin’s shoulders as he works. Tongue passing over his chin, gathering more cum.
He yanks Jeongin forward by his chin, connects their lips when he feels it’s enough. Deposits his tongue into his mouth, as requested. Jeongin fucking mewls. He meets Hyunjin’s tongue with his own, smashing them together. Trying to get every bit of him he can.
Hyunjin smiles into the kiss. It’s ridiculous. This man, hunched over, cum on his face, hovering above his half naked body, because he’s that desperate for a kiss.
One more. Then two more. Three— Hyunjin gives him as much as he wants. He pushes Jeongin back with one hand on his chest, sending him stumbling a few steps.
“You came in your pants?” he raises one eyebrow.
Jeongin blushes furiously. Nods.
“Go get cleaned up, baby,” Hyunjin waves him off with one hand. Jeongin opens his mouth like he’s going to protest, but then quickly shuts it when Hyunjin says, “I’m not driving home until my high wears off, anyways.”
He giggles, watching Jeongin trip over himself on the way to the bathroom. Gets up, wiggling his clothes back on, before dropping back on the couch, limbs splayed out.
This is nice. He could get used to this.
But he shouldn’t. He can’t make a habit out of men, he’s tried that before, and he always ends up in too deep. Liking them a little too much. They never respect him as much as he does them. But, he doesn’t think that would happen with Jeongin, for some reason.
Maybe he’s just high.
Jeongin was so pretty, and so enthusiastic. He has a good handle on his limits, it seems. Fuck. Hyunjin is high, and still kinda horny.
He’s falling asleep a bit when Jeongin reappears. Stands above him with his hands behind his back, big, puppy dog eyes plastered on his face.
“Can I cuddle?”
Hyunjin likes how he asked. As if Hyunjin wouldn’t have to participate. He’d just lay and let Jeongin do the work. That’s why he says yes. Let’s Jeongin fall on top of him, and bury his face into his neck, making a happy noise that’s akin to a purr.
“You did good,” Hyunjin says again.
“Yeah?” the smile is evident in Jeongin’s voice. Smug. “How good?”
Hyunjin smacks him on the back of the head. Pulls him back to his chest. “Fuck off. I thought maybe you’d like aftercare.”
“I do.”
“Good job sucking my dick. Gold star.”
“Thanks,” Jeongin murmurs, muffled by Hyunjin’s shirt. “I’ve never cum in my pants before. You’re the only one that’s ever made me do that.”
“Don’t lie.”
“I’m not lying. I’m dead fucking ass, dude.”
Unfortunately, Hyunjin is a bit too into that.
They take a nap on accident.
And when Hyunjin wakes up, dead sober, he shoves Jeongin off of the couch so he can get up.
Jeongin yelps. His face cycling through a host of emotions before landing on happy. Hopping to his feet right away. A fucking puppy.
“I’m getting out of here. Where’s my shit?” Hyunjin runs his hand through his hair. Stretching his arms over his head. Jeongin’s eyes glue to his stomach. The small peek he gets.
“Oh. Right,” Jeongin smiles again. Wide. He opens a drawer and gives Hyunjin his usual order. Says, “Don’t worry about payment. It’s on me.”
Hyunjin laughs. Pockets his product, mouth pulling up at one side. “Is that how this works? You suck my dick and then give me free weed.”
“Uh. Yeah. But, like, the two have nothing to do with each other, it’s not like—” Jeongin scrambles to explain himself, hands in the air. “If you don’t let me suck your dick, I’m still gonna give you a discount. Because I like you! I mean— I don’t want you to think you have to let me suck your dick so you can get free weed, you know? That would be fucked up.”
Jesus. Hyunjin is afraid he’d let Jeongin have anything he wants, if he asked nicely.
“Mhm. I get it,” Hyunjin fails to hold back his disgustingly amused smile.
And then, as he’s walking out, Jeongin catches the door. Eyes wide. Says, “Can I see you again?” all breathless, like he’s run a race.
Hyunjin pushes his tongue into his cheek. Considering.
“I’ll think about it.”
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u busy?
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The other day, Changbin caught Hyunjin smiling at his phone. Said, “Please don’t tell me you’re sweet on your drug dealer.”
Eh.
It’s not that Hyunjin is sweet on him— he just likes the feeling of a warm body on top of him and a tongue in his mouth.
He likes a man that trips over himself just for the chance to touch. Someone who adores him, and who is easy to adore in return.
Endeared is a better word. He’s that— for sure.
“What do you want to listen to?” Jeongin fiddles with his speakers, the sliver of sunlight peeking in through his curtains slicing him across the face. He squints whenever it crosses his eye.
Hyunjin smiles despite himself. He rolls over onto his side, propping his head up on one arm. “Your choice.”
This is the third time Hyunjin has been in Jeongin’s bed. Surprisingly, he seems to change his sheets regularly, and he keeps his things tidy. Everything has a place, and it’s clean.
The bed doesn’t have a frame, though. It’s shoved into the corner, on top of a box spring. The bedside table is littered with paraphernalia— an operation in progress. When Hyunjin asked about it, Jeongin said, “Well, you said you’d come over so I forgot I was doing that. I’ll get back to it later. After you leave.”
Hyunjin doesn't know what’s gotten into him.
The first time they did this, they got high, and Jeongin kissed him for a bit before rutting against his leg until he came in his pants. It was cute.
The second time, Hyunjin knew he should cut it off before it became routine. But then Jeongin looked at him through dark lashes, and asked if he could blow him, and Hyunjin lost his will. Besides, Jeongin came in his pants that time too, and it was really cute.
And now, here he is, after he told himself he wouldn’t be back. Because maybe he’s a little bit sweet on his drug dealer, but it’s nothing serious.
He likes boys that drool over him, and make a mess of themselves because they like him so much. And he likes boys that change their sheets. He likes that when Jeongin smiles wide enough he has two, devastating dimples.
Attention. He likes attention. Especially in the way Jeongin gives it.
“Pink Floyd,” Jeongin mutters to himself. He adjusts the speaker to a volume he’s happy with, and finally comes to join Hyunjin in bed.
Hyunjin grins, lays back, allowing Jeongin to climb on top of him.
He hovers there for a second, his knees on either side of Hyunjin’s hips, hair hanging down around his face, messy and perfect.
“What song is this?” Hyunjin hums, sliding his hands into Jeongin’s hair, finding his grip. He holds Jeongin back from reaching his mouth, earning a pained little groan.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Jeongin breathes. “Fuck.”
Hyunjin likes that, too. The blatant sincerity behind all of Jeongin’s words. How he so clearly means it.
“Funny name for a Pink Floyd song.”
Jeongin whines, he goes for Hyunjin’s mouth again, just to face the same restraint. “Comfortably Numb. Can I please— please— lemme kiss you—”
The best spot for Hyunjin to be is pretending he doesn’t want it just as bad. Stroking his incessant need to be in control, while also reveling in the reward of getting what he wants.
He can pretend that he’s willing to hold off all day, get Jeongin all desperate and whiny. As long as he knows he can have, the second he wants.
And god, he wants.
Jeongin moans on impact. Lips fitting together— a comfortable routine. He matches the pace of the song, slow and languid, like sucking on a hard candy.
Hyunjin isn’t as patient.
They’re not even high this time.
Fuck. They’re not even high.
They’ve been high every other time they did this. Every other time Jeongin hummed into his mouth, and began sucking on his tongue. Hips settling into place, rolling in a dangerous circle.
Hyunjin’s train of thought fizzes out. Lips— down his jaw, wet, meeting his throat. The soft nip of teeth.
“Can I mark you? Please?”
He should say no. Fuck no. Absolutely not. But god— it’s not like he has a good reason. Self preservation, maybe.
At the end of the day, Hyunjin likes the feeling of being claimed. Even if it’s just for the moment.
“Only a few.”
“Fuck—” Jeongin groans, breath hot against Hyunjin’s throat. A kiss. Another. A slow grind of his hips. “I thought you’d say no.”
“Don’t make me regret it,” Hyunjin’s eyes are already rolling back into his head. He’s half hard, fingers wound up in Jeongin’s hair like he’ll die if he lets go. He’s full of shit.
“If you regretted it, you wouldn’t keep coming back.”
Hyunjin can feel Jeongin’s smile against his skin. Smug. Always so smug, despite the begging and the sincere bit of obsession. It’s hot. It’s cute. It’s whatever.
He attaches himself to Hyunjin’s neck for real before Hyunjin can shoot back. A content sigh falling from Hyunjin’s lips, giving in to the pull. Head thrown back, eyes closed, basking in undivided attention.
Petting Jeongin to urge him on. Nails against scalp. Hums of satisfaction. Rutting up against him without meaning to.
He’s always held back. Let’s Jeongin get off on him, but doesn’t engage himself. Not for any reason other than he thinks it’s cute. Watching Jeongin scramble around after fucking against Hyunjin’s leg to the point of ruin. Coming back after he’s cleaned up to pout and flash big, sparky eyes and act embarrassed. Not so subtly urging Hyunjin to tell him it was hot, baby.
That’s what really gets him going. But, hell. He loves being marked. And he loves Jeongin’s hands, and the way he kisses. And he loves how obviously big his cock is, even through his gray sweatpants— rolling maddeningly against Hyunjin’s own.
“You like that?” Jeongin murmurs against his throat.
“It’s okay,” Hyunjin lies. His voice is too tight to be convincing at all.
He can feel Jeongin’s teeth on the underside of his jaw. Grinning. Smug.
Another, purposeful swivel of Jeongin’s hips, and his farce is ruined. A fucked out moan falling out of his chest.
Pink fucking Floyd. It’s working for him. One song bleeding into the next, just as sprawling— melting under Jeongin’s touch. Jeongin is working for him.
“If you’re going to make me cum like this, I at least want your tongue in my mouth when you do,” Hyunjin means it as an order, but it comes out too close to a plea.
They’ve found a rhythm, Jeongin repeatedly fucking against him, moving his hips in a way that screams experience. And Hyunjin has found a new low— dry humping his drug dealer on a bed with no frame.
But, fuck, it feels so goddamn good.
Tongue sloppily meeting tongue. Jeongin presses his thumb into the hinge of Hyunjin’s jaw, gets him to open wider. Greedy— tasting the underside of each of Hyunjin’s teeth, every ridge on the roof of his mouth.
It’s fucking working for Hyunjin.
Hot. Dizzying. Heady noises escaping between them. They’re not even high, but Hyunjin’s stomach is tightening, coiling up with his impending orgasm.
One big hand, the cool metal of silver on his stomach, sliding up his shirt. Settling at his chest, thumb rolling over his nipple.
Jeongin groans. He stutters, finishing with a sharp jerk forward, just from touching Hyunjin. Nails digging into skin. Pad of his finger catching Hyunjin’s nipple again.
Yeah. Fuck it. Hyunjin likes it a lot. He likes how much Jeongin likes him, and he likes a tongue in his mouth, and a pretty boy rutting against him— his head falls back as he cums. Perfectly aligned with a particularly dramatic part of whatever song is on now. A chorus.
Eyes rolling back, mess spreading warm in his underwear.
“Yen—ah—”
Teeth sink into Hyunjin’s flesh. A sensitive spot right behind the corner of his jaw that makes his cock twitch, leaking over the last bit that he has to give.
He lets out a shuddery breath. Coming back to his body with his hands in Jeongin’s hair. All fucked up from the damage he’s done. Wild, a halo around his head when he pulls away, lips slick and swollen.
God. He’s fucking pretty.
Hyunjin drags him back in right away, because he can’t stand the way Jeongin is looking at him. Adoration. To the core.
Absolutely rotten. Hyunjin is sweet on him.
Jeongin’s hands slide down the lines of Hyunjin’s thighs. Humming into his mouth. “There’s something so fucking romantic about frottage.”
“Who the fuck taught you that word?” Hyunjin mumbles, between lazy kisses.
“Some girl I dated,” Jeongin replies. Fully talking as his mouth is pressed to Hyunjin’s. No decency. “Or, fucked. I can’t remember if we were dating. We pretty much just fucked all the time.”
Hyunjin’s mouth curls up. He shoves Jeongin off of him, forcing him to the other side of the bed. “Okay. I don’t need to hear about that. I need to borrow clothes.”
“You’re not leaving yet, are you?” Jeongin rolls back over, propping up his chin on his hands. His absurdly sparkly eyes, questioning.
“Don’t know.” Hyunjin won't leave. He loves the attention too much. He likes this album. Jeongin hasn’t smoked him out yet.
A second later Jeongin’s smug little smile comes back. Tongue poking out and running over his bottom lip. “Are you jealous? Of the girl who taught me the word frottage.”
Yes. Hyunjin is possessive of a lot of things that aren’t really his. He likes having everything, but being tied to nothing. He likes— nevermind. It’s not worth thinking about.
“You need to get me clean clothes before I freak out.”
“When you let me fuck you, I’m gonna make sure you cum first.”
“Who said I’m going to let you fuck me?”
Jeongin smiles. And Hyunjin’s got evidence of him on his neck. Neither of them need to say anything more.
Hyunjin’s phone buzzes. Again. Changbin asking where he is, probably.
“Fuck it,” he exhales, smoke seeping out from his lips. “Turn it off.”
“Who is it?” Jeongin’s is in his lap. Eyelids heavy. Drifting off between hits as Hyunjin plays with his hair.
They’re watching cartoons, Jeongin’s choice. On Jeongin’s couch. Wearing Jeongin’s clothes.
It’s working on Hyunjin, against his better judgement.
At least he’s high now. “My friend. He thinks I’m sweet on you.”
“Are you?”
“No.”
One finger, dragging up and down the inside of Jeongin’s forearm. Teasing. Careful.
Jeongin turns his arm. Palm up. The perfect spot to land.
Fingers lacing together, sliver against skin, thumb stroking over Hyunjin’s knuckle.
Fucking… butterflies. Goddamnit.
Hyunjin is fucked.
⋆ ⋆
i miss you
you don’t mean that
i do
⋆
Hyunjin promised himself he’d stay away.
“I missed your hands. And your eyes. You have pretty eyes. Has anyone ever told you that?”
But then Jeongin called him in the middle of the night, just to talk. And he picked Hyunjin up after work the other day, and he blew Hyunjin in his car. And then a couple of days after that, Hyunjin was in his bed. Fucking frotting with him again.
And now, this.
“I missed your voice. Really. I think about you all the time.”
“Jeongin, please, shut the fuck up.”
It’s not that Hyunjin doesn’t like it.— He’s come to terms with the fact that he likes that Jeongin is obsessed with him. He likes being obsessed over— It’s more that Jeongin can’t kiss properly while he’s talking, and he’s losing his clothes too slowly.
“Sorry,” Jeongin mumbles, chasing Hyunjin’s mouth, hands slipping beneath his shirt. Big, and warm— sprawling up the length of his back. Just when Hyunjin thinks he’s won, Jeongin pulling a lazy little moan from him when he bites his bottom lip, Jeongin starts up again, “God, I missed you. I’m serious.”
“Jeongin,” Hyunjin whispers, holding his face steady in his hands. “Take my fucking clothes off.”
Jeongin nods, embarrassingly eager. Endearing, always. He finishes the job on Hyunjin’s shirt, tossing it to the side. Gets distracted when his hands meet the dip of Hyunjin’s waist, skin to skin. “You’re the most beautiful person in the world. I can’t believe you let me have you.”
“We haven’t even fucked yet,” Hyunjin undoes his button himself, because Jeongin is useless.
“Let me hit, Hyunjin. Please,” Jeongin begs. He doesn’t stop there. Drops to his knees in front of Hyunjin, hands clasped in front of his face, eyes cast up. “It’ll be the best I’ve ever had. I’ve never wanted anyone this badly. Please.”
Hyunjin rolls his eyes. He puts the sole of his foot in the center of Jeongin’s chest and shoves, sending him toppling to the floor. “Obsessive much?”
“I think you like it,” Jeongin doesn’t get up. He just lays there, tenting his stupid, gray sweatpants, hair fanning out around his head. “And I think you won’t say so because you’re pretending you don’t care about me.”
“Obsessive and a psychoanalyst. What a catch,” Hyunjin drawls sarcastically. He steps out of his underwear, leaving them on the floor where he stood, stalking towards Jeongin’s bed.
When he turns around, Jeongin is sitting up again. Jaw unhinged, seconds from drooling, by the looks of it.
And, really, Hyunjin came here with the express intention of fucking him. He really, really wants to fuck him.
“Close your mouth and strip, Jeongin. I want you on your back.”
Hyunjin can’t help but smile at the way he scrambles. Arms getting all twisted up in his tank top as he hurries to pull it off. Hopping out of his pants. Boxers. Flinging himself into bed— on his back, like Hyunjin asked— cheeks pink, cock hard.
“We don’t have to fuck if you don’t wanna,” Jeongin says.
So sweet. Hyunjin has a fucking toothache. He crawls onto the bed, swinging his leg over Jeongin’s hip, caging him in on the mattress. Hanging above Jeongin’s face, licking his lips, his prize quivering beneath him. “Have you ever fucked a man before, Jeonginnie?”
“No,” Jeongin shakes his head softly. He brings his hands to Hyunjin’s hips. Like he’s not sure if he’ll be allowed. “But I don’t want anyone else. I just want you.”
Hyunjin grins lazily. He reaches over, nabbing Jeongin’s lube off the side table. Plucking a condom from a box of too many. “Hush, baby. You just lay back and relax, okay? I’ll make it good for you.”
“Hh, Hyunjin— I’m— fuck—” Jeongin’s eyes go wide, frantic. Searching Hyunjin’s face. “I’m gonna cum, like, right away—”
“You told me you’d let me cum first,” Hyunjin pouts.
“I lied. I’m a fucking show off. I can’t— there’s no way— I’ve never been so turned on in my life.”
“Can you cum twice? Once now, and then again when you let me use you?” Hyunjin simpers, playing it up for the fun of it. He loves how desperate Jeongin gets for him. Under his thumb. “I want you to cum inside of me at least once, Innie. I’m greedy.”
“Hah! Yes. Please. Okay. Okay— yes—” Jeongin stumbles over his words, trying to get them all out, fingers kneading at Hyunjin’s flesh. Tightening. Like he’s trying to melt them into one being.
Hyunjin beams, bending down to drop a kiss on the corner of Jeongin’s mouth. “Good boy.”
He knows it won’t take long at all. He knows Jeongin is kind of pathetic for his touch. It’s sexy— how needy he is.
Two fingers on Jeongin’s tongue, sucked to the back of his throat. Hyunjin pulls them out and reaches for his cock. Slow, tight strokes, all while looking Jeongin in the eye.
Jeongin is choking on a moan a few seconds later, his stomach clenching, cum spilling hot over Hyunjin’s fingers.
“Mmm, there we go. So sensitive, baby,” Hyunjin coos, working him through the aftershocks. He lifts his hand to his mouth, licking up Jeongin’s mess. Not his favorite taste— but well worth it for the way Jeongin whimpers, jerking beneath him. Like he can feel it.
“Jinnie—” Jeongin whines, getting impatient.
Fine. If that’s what he wants.
Hyunjin dips down, slotting their lips together. The pool of cum still sitting on his tongue deposited into Jeongin’s mouth.
He yelps, but quickly swallows, melting into the mattress. Releasing a hum of contentment a second later.
“You’ll finger me, right? I’ve been dreaming of those fingers,” Hyunjin pulls one of Jeongin’s hands up to face level to prove a point. Long, pretty fingers. Slightly boney in all the right ways.
Jeongin is nodding, his free hand sliding to grope at Hyunjin’s ass. As if to prove his point.
“I have dreams about you, Hyunjin. Every night. I keep waking up already having cum.”
“Christ—” Hyunjin smirks. “Most men would find that undesirable, babe. Keep that in mind, yeah?”
“I don’t care about most men. I care about you,” Jeongin insists. His eyes are so clear. Vulnerable. “And I think you like knowing exactly how much you do to me. Exactly how weak I am to you.”
Hyunjin kisses him to avoid the reality of what’s been said.
Jeongin knows him— so well, apparently, that he’s got him down to a tee. Every observation Jeongin has ever made about him has been spot on— he’s too good at reading Hyunjin. The implication is dangerous for Hyunjin’s heart.
“Do I need to coach you through prepping me, Jeongin?” Hyunjin breathes. He knows Jeongin is getting impatient, squeezing at his ass, spreading him apart. Fingers dipping closer to home.
“I watched porn so I know what to do.”
He’s fucking exquisite. Hyunjin smiles into his throat, holding back a laugh. “Porn isn’t real life, baby.”
“But I watched amateur,” Jeongin argues. “So, it kinda is.”
“Okay. Sure. But the second you fuck up, you have to start following my directions.” Hyunjin kisses the side of his jaw. His cheekbone. “Blow my mind, hot shot.”
“I’m not gonna fuck up,” Jeongin huffs, groping at the sheets to try to find where Hyunjin put the lube.
Hyunjin raises his eyebrows. Slides it into Jeongin’s hand.
“Thanks, baby,” Jeongin smiles, sending Hyunjin’s chest into spontaneous fireworks.
“Watch it,” Hyunjin warns, completely full of shit. His teeth make a home in his bottom lip a moment later, Jeongin’s fingers finally brushing his entrance. Wet and insistent.
“What was that?” Jeongin teases, circling his rim with his middle finger.
Hyunjin laughs, pushing himself a bit further forward. “Do not get cocky when you’re the one that already came.”
“Kiss me, Hyunjin,” Jeongin pleads, tipping his chin up to get closer. Hyunjin is starting to think he can’t resist him.
He falls forward with ease, mouth opening to accommodate the gasp he releases when Jeongin presses his first finger inside.
But they’re kissing through it. And Jeongin isn’t going too fast, like Hyunjin expected him to. He’s working Hyunjin open like he knows exactly what he’s doing— and maybe Hyunjin should be watching amateur porn— because—
“Fuck, another, Jeongin. I can take another.”
“Supposed to be letting me do my job,” Jeongin mumbles, dutifully following directions regardless, a second finger joining the first.
His fingers are so long. They’re just as Hyunjin imagined, really. Which is to say— fucking perfect.
“I want you to do your job as quickly as you can so that I can fuck you, Yen. Don’t argue with me.”
“God, I missed you so fucking bad,” Jeongin exhales out of his nose, completely besotted, as far as Hyunjin can tell. His cock is already chubbing up again, just from touching Hyunjin. Kissing him a bit.
“Oh!” Hyunjin moans when Jeongin brushes against his prostate. Again. Again. Again. “Another, Jeongin. Christ. I won’t be fucking you at all if you make me cum now.”
Jeongin lets out a little whine. He scissors his fingers a bit before going back with three— stellar technique. But Hyunjin is getting impatient. He rocks his hips back, speeding up the process, swallowing Jeongin’s hiss as it comes out.
“Nnngg,” Hyunjin sighs, pleased, when Jeongin’s fingers are fully buried inside of him. “You did well, angel. I’m impressed.”
“Gotta build up the respect before I lose it all,” Jeongin angles his fingers just right— catching Hyunjin’s prostate again— as if to prove his point. “No chance I don’t cry when I’m inside of you.”
“Do you usually cry during sex?”
“No. But I’ve never had sex with you,” Jeongin says matter of factly.
Hyunjin bites his lip. He fucks himself back on Jeongin’s fingers again. Eager to get to the good part. He’d like it if he could make Jeongin cry. He likes how good he makes Jeongin feel. He likes Jeongin.
“Condom,” Hyunjin orders, slightly breathless. “Put the condom on.”
Jeongin nods, eyes wide, overexcited. Fuck. Hyunjin likes him a lot. Too much.
He pulls out slowly, hand steady on Hyunjin’s hip the entire time. Kisses him afterwards. Only then does he go for the condom. Ripping it open. Rolling it on. Easy. His cock is hard again, more than ready.
Hyunjin sits back on his thighs, pouring lube over his fingers, slicking Jeongin up. He likes it wet. Messy. He knows Jeongin will too. He knows Jeongin has never had anyone like him— and he’d like to keep it that way.
“No cumming until I do, gorgeous, you understand?” Hyunjin’s smile spreads slow. Crawling up once more, cleaning his hands errantly on the sheets.
He reaches behind him once he’s in position, lining Jeongin up to his entrance.
“Okay. I won’t cum until you say,” Jeongin’s voice is tight, holding back a groan.
“Such a good boy for me, Jeongin. I’m so glad I’m the first one who gets to show you how it feels—” Hyunjin sinks down just enough to tease, the head just barely pushing past his rim. “This is just for us, hm? I’ll always be the first.”
“You could be the last, if you want—” Jeongin’s words are stolen when Hyunjin takes him in one smooth movement. Bearing the stretch for the benefit of them both. Jeongin is big, but Hyunjin is good at taking it. He adores the feeling of being stuffed full.
One hand on Jeongin’s sternum, head thrown back, putting on a show. He knows that Jeongin would find him beautiful either way— but he likes performing. He likes rolling his hips, and letting his lips part, and ceasing to worry about what may spill out.
Jeongin tries to speak, but it comes out as a jumbled mess— throat tightening around his words. He blinks up at Hyunjin, bewitched. Drunk on him.
His hands slide up Hyunjin’s thighs, fitting over his ass- long fingers sprawling over his skin.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” Hyunjin purrs, working himself over Jeongin’s cock, solidly building up to a nice, steady ride.
Jeongin blinks. Blinks again. His eyes are already wet at the edges. All he manages is a stained, “Jinnie—”
“You can let go, honey. I’ll take care of you,” Hyunjin catches his cheek with one hand, running his thumb over the apple. “Next time you can be in control. Would you like that? Fucking me into the mattress, pinning me down?”
Yes. Jeongin nods, weak, too focused on everything he’s feeling. He pushes his hips up to meet Hyunjin’s next fall— hitting him deep and hard.
Hyunjin moans, nails biting into Jeongin’s chest.
“You’re so big, filling me up so well,” Hyunjin sighs. “Can’t believe you’ve been wasting all this on anyone else. Feels like you were made just for me.”
“I was,” Jeongin slurs. “‘M made for you, Jin—”
That’s when the tears start. Jeongin is bubbling over, messy tracks down his cheeks as Hyunjin focuses on getting them there.
“Good tears, right, angel?”
“Yes—” Jeongin sobs. “Feels so fucking good, baby.”
Hyunjin smiles, angling himself just right, Jeongin punching against his sweet spot every few times Hyunjin fucks himself down.
He brings one hand to his cock, the other moving to toy with Jeongin’s nipple. So close his vision starts going starry.
“Oh, Innie— Jeongin—” he moans when he cums— unwilling to look away from Jeongin, cum splattering across his stomach.
Slowly, he works through the overstimulation, hands steady on Jeongin’s tits, hyper aware of the drag of his cock inside of him.
“Your turn, angel,” Hyunjin says, dreamily.
Jeongin finishes within seconds. Hands on Hyunjin’s hips, pulling him as close as possible, spilling into the condom, deep in Hyunjin’s core. Choking on another wave of tears.
It takes a bit for Jeongin to relax enough to loosen his grip. Hyunjin laying soft kisses over his cheeks, coaxing him back to earth.
After he does, it’s easy. Hyunjin smiles, overly sentimental, rolling off of Jeongin’s rapidly softening dick. He grabs some wipes, cleaning them up as best he can. Whispering soft reassurances that he’s not straying far.
Jeongin is still a bit out of it when Hyunjin returns to bed, sitting on his knees beside him to wipe away the worst of his tears.
“Oh, honey, you did so well,” he praises. “You’re so good to me, baby.”
“Don’t leave me. I’ll smoke you out,” Jeongin grabs at him with weak hands, trying to bring him closer, still stuck in the fog of his orgasm.
Hyunjin hushes him, hoisting him up a bit, so they’re sitting up against Jeongin’s stack of pillows. Gathers Jeongin halfway into his lap. Petting over his hair.
“I’m not leaving, Yennie. I wouldn’t leave you while you’re so vulnerable. You’re alright, sweetheart.”
“Do you know how to roll?” Jeongin is still trying to pin him down. Poor thing.
“We don’t need to smoke, baby. Let’s just relax. Hm?”
Jeongin sighs, melting into Hyunjin’s chest. Finally relaxing. Nods. “Okay. Thank you.”
“Mhm,” Hyunjin frowns. Has no one taken care of Jeongin how he deserves? Have they all just wanted him for the weed? The thought threatens to make Hyunjin sick.
About five minutes later, once Jeongin is breathing more regularly, fully regaining his bearings, he says, “Fuck. I cried so much. That’s so humiliating.”
Hyunjin smiles, huffing a soft laugh. “I like my men a little pathetic.”
“Does that mean I’m your man?” Jeongin lifts his head from Hyunjin’s chest just to give him a sleazy grin.
Hyunjin’s heart pulls at his chest. Tempting. “Don’t think too hard, babe. You’ll hurt your head.”
“Better seen than heard,” Jeongin agrees.
“Mmm,” Hyunjin hums, running his hand through Jeongin’s hair in a slow rhythm. Nails dragging across his scalp. “You are quite pretty, aren’t you?”
Jeongin leans into his touch like a cat looking for attention. “You tell me.”
“You’re pretty, baby,” Hyunjin murmurs. Unwilling to break whatever fragile thing they’ve spun up. “You looked so good underneath me. A work of art.”
“And you’re an artist, so you’d know,” Jeongin says. Pleased with himself.
He remembered. Hyunjin only showed him once, while they were both high. Photos of some of his work.
Jeongin was in awe, acting like Hyunjin is Picasso. Hyunjin figured he just wanted to get his dick sucked. But— he remembered.
“That’s right,” Hyunjin steadies his voice to keep it from quivering. Leans down and kisses Jeongin’s forehead.
“Hyunne?”
“What is it, baby?”
“You said you’d do anything if I asked nicely, right?” Jeongin’s arms tighten around his waist, breath grazing Hyunjin’s bare skin. Right over Hyunjin’s heart.
“Mm.”
“Please stay the night,” Jeongin turns at just the right moment to pull at Hyunjin’s weaknesses. Big, brown eyes, dark eyelashes. “Please?”
How Hyunjin got here, he doesn’t know.
Sweet on his drug dealer to such an extent that he’s considering tossing away his order of operations. His tried and true method.
He doesn’t know what the fuck is wrong with him—
“Of course, angel.”
— he thinks he might be falling in love.
⋆ ⋆
are you gonna be at the wang party tonight?
dunno
should i be?
i always wanna see you
you know that, right?
⋆
They’re not together. They haven’t talked about it. This isn’t a date.
Jeongin picks him up.
Honks when he’s outside, sending a stupid, giddy little thrill down Hyunjin’s spine. Prancing out to the car in his party clothes. Sheer shirt. Tight pants. Tiny little gemstones glued beneath his eyes, bringing out the shine.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Jeongin says, before Hyunjin’s ass is even in the passenger seat.
“You look good too, Innie,” Hyunjin smiles, reaching across the console to grab Jeongin’s chin in his hand, pulling him closer for a soft kiss. “Nice to see you out of sweats.”
“You don’t think I look good in sweats?” Jeongin smirks. Lazy. Charming.
Hyunjin drops his hold, moving back to buckle his seatbelt. “Anyone with a cock as big as yours looks good in sweats, baby.”
“Aw, thanks,” Jeongin throws his car into drive, setting his hand on Hyunjin’s thigh once he pulls off the curb. Fingers curling around the inside, too high to be friendly— though they’re much past that point.
They’re not together. They haven’t talked about it. This isn’t a date.
But Hyunjin drags Jeongin into the back seat as soon as he parks the car. Because Jeongin is hot, and being perfectly on time to a Wang party is so lame.
“Can you make out with me without cumming in your pants?” Hyunjin stops Jeongin before he can reach his mouth, one finger on his lips.
Jeongin made quick work of getting Hyunjin on his back on the seat, crawling between his legs.
“Yes. I’m getting better at that,” he whines. “I’m so good at letting you cum first now.”
Hyunjin accepts it as gospel, because he’s impatient tonight. He wants Jeongin to want him. He wants Jeongin to admit that whatever they’re doing isn’t just bullshit. But he won’t do it himself. He’s too needy— he wants to be chased.
He wants Jeongin to kiss him right now. So he lets him.
Too much tongue, the taste of stale weed noticeably absent from Jeongin’s palette. Hyunjin fucks up his hair with sloppy hands. Legs locked around Jeongin’s waist.
He hums when Jeongin sucks on his bottom lip, sighs when he bites.
“This isn’t a date,” Hyunjin says.
He had a therapist once that told him he doesn’t let anyone close because he’s afraid to allow himself good things. He fired her. Never found another.
“I know,” Jeongin breathes, laying a sloppy trail of kisses down Hyunjin’s throat.
“I might go home with someone else,” Hyunjin lies.
Only a slight falter. Then, “Okay.”
Hyunjin blinks. “Okay?” Half livid. Or whole. He can’t decide. He’s too angry.
“Yeah…?” Jeongin pulls back. Props himself up. His lips are red and swollen, all wet with a mix of their spit. Hair all fucked up. “I mean. If that’s what you want?”
“What do you want, Jeongin?”
A painful moment of silence passes between them. Jeongin rapidly searching Hyunjin’s face for the right answer, coming up empty handed, apparently.
“For you to be happy.”
“Jesus Christ,” Hyunjin hisses. He shoves Jeongin off his lap, fumbling around with the door, pushing it open as fast as his discoordination allows.
He stumbles when he hits the ground, legs still a little weak.
“Wait! Jinnie!”
Hyunjin’s nails bite into his palms. He doesn’t have the fucking ability to walk away from Yang Jeongin when he’s calling out. Hyunjin is in way too deep.
He turns on his heel. Staring, Jeongin hanging halfway out of the back seat of his car, mouth agape.
“Are you mad at me? Did I say something wrong?”
He’s so, so stupid, and Hyunjin cares for him so, so much.
“No. It’s fine.”
As he turns again, he hears Jeongin scrambling. The car door shutting. Honking when he locks it.
Hyunjin starts walking.
“Hey, wait up,” Jeongin huffs, falling into step beside him. Stupid, long legged bastard. “Are you sure?”
No.
Hyunjin wants a man that wants him so bad it hurts. He wants to be claimed, even though he thought he didn’t.
The idea used to make him sick, actually. But now all he wants is for Jeongin to act like he’s worth the trouble.
“I’m fine, Jeongin. You want me to be happy. Whether that’s with someone else or not. I get it.”
“Okay,” Jeongin laughs, a little nervous. “If you say so.”
But, fuck it. He can be happy without Jeongin tying him down. He’ll be so fucking happy.
They’re not together. They haven’t talked about it. This isn’t a date.
Jackson Wang’s house is massive. No one knows where he gets his money, or how, and no one questions it. Jackson Wang throws parties— that’s the start and end of it. It just is.
Hyunjin isn’t here with Jeongin, so it’s no big deal when a hot stranger asks Hyunjin to dance. Jeongin doesn’t seem to think so, anyway. He just keeps filling up his glass, and lets Hyunjin be dragged away.
It’s been months since Hyunjin has let anyone else touch him.
Anyone besides Jeongin.
They’re not exclusive— but lately, every time Hyunjin has a moment to himself, he’s running towards Jeongin. He ends up there, always. In Jeongin’s bed. On his couch. Standing in his kitchen while they cook whatever food they’re craving.
This guy— Hyunjin can’t remember what he said his name is. He’s hot. Sure. He doesn’t look anything like Jeongin. He doesn’t have the same sort of boyish charm. He doesn’t have dimples.
He’s pulling Hyunjin close, aligning their hips. They’re moving to the music, melting closer.
His hands aren’t as big as Jeongin’s. His lips aren’t as pretty. He doesn’t know just what to say when he bends down to whisper in Hyunjin’s ear. It’s not right.
A few nights ago, Jeongin held Hyunjin up and fucked him against the wall. Afterwards, because Jeongin was so exhausted, they squeezed into his bathtub together, and Hyunjin washed his hair.
He could feel his heartstrings being pulled out through his mouth, weaving their way into Jeongin’s fingers. All tangled up. A cat’s cradle gone wrong.
Hyunjin frowns when the stranger’s lips meet his neck. He’s not doing any damage, just lingering, breathing. It’s kind of gross. Nothing like how Jeongin worships him.
Fuck. Fuck.
He hasn’t had anything to drink, but he feels a bit dizzy.
The guy he’s dancing with is handsy. He drags Hyunjin towards the wet bar by the back patio, saying Hyunjin needs to loosen up.
There’s a girl there that— apparently— Hyunjin has met before. He doesn’t remember her, but she remembers him. She won’t stop saying so. The man keeps trying to grab Hyunjin’s ass, pull him closer.
It keeps him busy for a while. No way to tell how long. His eyes are unfocusing.
He never gets bored with Jeongin. Never.
Last week he laid on Jeongin’s chest as Jeongin explained the story behind every song on his stupid fucking Pink Floyd album. His favorite one. And Hyunjin didn’t get bored once. He was engaged.
And then they fucked while they listened to it, because Jeongin said he’s always wanted to fuck to it— the entire way through— and Hyunjin loves making his dreams come true.
God. He’s stupid, isn’t he?
He’s, like, half in love with his drug dealer.
There are worse things he could be.
“Are you ready to get out of here?” The man Hyunjin was dancing with leans in, sleazy smile on his face.
Hyunjin almost retches. “Yeah, absolutely not. I’m going home with someone else.”
The guy scoffs. He tries to grab ahold of Hyunjin’s wrist, to no avail. Hyunjin might have swung if he succeeded. Instead, he scowls at him one last time before slinking off.
He swears he saw Jeongin watching him dance a bit ago. Uninterested. On the edge of the room somewhere. Downing his drink.
It’s like they’re magnetized. A pull in Hyunjin’s chest in the direction he needs to go.
That’s how he finds Jeongin. Leaning against the wall, talking to a pretty girl.
A pretty girl. Hyunjin almost turns around. Maybe he’s better off digging himself into a deeper hole. Forgetting about it. Cutting his losses.
But then she touches him.
Casually. As she’s laughing.
And Hyunjin’s heartstrings yank him forwards. Still tied to Jeongin’s pretty fingers.
Jeongin sees him first, smile appearing immediately. Dimples and all.
“Ah— Jin— this is the girl who taught me the word frottage!” Jeongin’s eyelids droop. He’s so fucked up. Drunk. “Small world, isn’t it?”
The girl giggles— piercing. She leans forward, laying a hand on Jeongin’s chest again. Longer. Lingering. “That was a crazy night, wasn’t it? How many rounds did we go?”
Hyunjin’s brain goes blissfully quiet for a second before exploding. Red.
Can’t she see that Jeongin is obviously here with Hyunjin? Is she stupid? Does she not see that they’re clearly involved? It practically glows off of them.
It’s obvious. (He’s coping).
He slots himself into Jeongin’s side, sliding his hand over his chest, forcing hers off. Smiles when Jeongin’s arm naturally wraps around his waist. Hand slipping into his back pocket.
“Too bad that won’t be happening again, huh?” he simpers, all sarcastic sweetness.
“Uh,” she blinks. “I didn’t know you were gay, Jeongin.”
“Ah, yeah,” Jeongin shrugs. “It happens.”
Hyunjin smiles pitifully, eyes scrunching up in faux empathy. “Bye,” he says, watching her flit off into the crowd with a freaked look on her face.
He turns on Jeongin, arms winding around his neck, holding him close. Jeongin looks at him with round, shiny eyes. Lips slightly parted.
“Do you care if people know you’re queer?” Hyunjin asks, a bit too late, all things considered. But he’s got a chip on his shoulder. An irrational fear that that’s why Jeongin doesn’t want to be with him enough to make a move.
“Fuck no,” Jeongin snorts. He wraps his arms around Hyunjin’s middle, pulling him closer just to prove his point. “You’re the hottest person here, Hyunjin. No one is even going to believe you’re touching me.”
“How drunk are you?” Hyunjin can smell the alcohol on his breath. Their noses brushing.
“Just a lil.” Jeongin tips his chin forward, trying to get a kiss.
Hyunjin shuts him down, fingers twisted into the hair at the nape of his neck. “Liar.”
Jeongin groans. Frustrated. He bears more of his weight into Hyunjin.
“What’s bothering you, hm?” Hyunjin asks. He wants Jeongin to say it. “Why’d you get so fucked up?”
“I didn’t know what else to do! Fuck—” Jeongin’s forehead crinkles up. All pissy with himself. “I had to. Because seeing someone else touching you was driving me fucking crazy.”
“Why?” Hyunjin loosens his grip. Lets Jeongin get a smidgen closer to his face. He can feel his breath. Heavy and hot.
“Because— I don’t want anyone else to be able to have you— but I know that’s too selfish— so I just— had to distract myself—” Jeongin whines. “I’m fine now. I got over it.”
“Did you?” Hyunjin smiles, completely pleased.
“Yeah,” Jeongin says. “I’m being so good. Gimme a kiss, Jinnie.”
Hyunjin smiles into it. He can’t help himself. Jeongin is so eager, and so drunk, desperate to taste.
“You were jealous,” Hyunjin coos.
“‘M okay now.”
“Wasn’t what I asked.”
“You didn’t ask anything. You stated a fact.”
They’re not together. They haven’t talked about it. This isn’t a date.
But when Hyunjin asked Jeongin to come home with him, Jeongin was practically wagging his invisible tail. Trailing Hyunjin out of the party with hearts in his eyes, their fingers tangled together.
They make it to the car before Hyunjin realizes he won’t be able to get much further without Jeongin’s help.
“Where are your keys, baby?”
Jeongin’s face goes very serious. Forehead scrunched. Arms crossed. “No. I can’t drunk drive. You’d be so disappointed in me.”
Hyunjin can’t stop himself from leaving a peck on his nose. “I’m driving, dummy.”
“You can’t. You’re just as drunk as me!”
Impossible, really. Jeongin is sloppy. Hyunjin sighs, yanking Jeongin forwards and shoving his hands into his back pockets, coming out with his keys. Jeongin stares at him like he’s done a magic trick.
“I’m not drunk. I didn’t drink at all. I was too upset with you.”
Jeongin’s face falls, absolutely broken. He’s putting on a full one man show. “You told me you weren’t mad.”
“I lied,” Hyunjin unlocks the car, pulling Jeongin close to smack a wet kiss on his cheek. “But I forgive you. Let’s go.”
He has to help Jeongin into the car, and help him buckle up.
“I’m sorry,” Jeongin whines. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. What can I do to make it up to you?”
“Hush, angel,” Hyunjin sighs, shutting the door carefully behind him.
Jeongin’s eyes are plastered to Hyunjin the second he gets in the driver’s. Glassy, reflecting the streetlights outside.
Hyunjin starts the car. Gets going.
The entire ride, Jeongin’s eyes don’t leave him. At one point Hyunjin asks him why, and Jeongin just makes a weak noise, and asks to hold hands.
It’s more of an affair to get Jeongin upstairs. Into his apartment.
“You’ve never let me come over,” Jeongin says, once he’s sitting on the couch, Hyunjin wrestling his boots off his feet for him.
“I know. I’ve been trying to keep my distance.”
“Why?”
“You scare me a little bit.”
Jeongin’s face scrunches up, his lip pops out. “I’m not scary.”
“You are, baby.” Hyunjin tosses one boot behind him. Working on the second. “You got my heart strings all tangled up.”
“Eugh!” Jeongin complains, letting his head roll back against the couch. “I don’t even know what that means!”
“I think it’s about time for bed. Hm?”
“Can I fuck you? Please? Will you let me?” Jeongin changes his tune. He clasps his hands together, allowing his body to slink to the floor, on his knees, begging. “I like you so much, Hyunjin. I want you all the time.”
Hyunjin is still on the ground. At eye level with Jeongin now. Because nothing they do can be normal.
“Baby,” Hyunjin soothes, taking Jeongin’s face in his hands. “You’re way too drunk.”
“‘M not even that drunk,” Jeongin argues. His tongue pokes out, running over his lips. He wavers.
“You’re really drunk, honey,” Hyunjin smiles softly. Pulls Jeongin in to give him a chaste kiss on his lips. “We can kiss a little, if you want. But let’s get ready for bed first, okay?”
Jeongin nods, starry eyed and fuzzy at the edges.
He lets Hyunjin hoist him up. Peel off his uncomfortable clothes and replace them with a pair of flannel pajama pants. He even lets Hyunjin brush his teeth for him, because he’s a big baby. Staring, awed the entire time. Painfully adorable.
By the time they get in bed, Jeongin is on the edge of passing out. His eyelids drooping, limbs heavy.
Still, he whines until Hyunjin kisses him. Gathers Hyunjin up against his body as well as he can.
Sleepy, lazy, and minty. They only manage to kiss for a few long moments before Jeongin is falling asleep. Hyunjin laughs at him, earning a half-dazed frown.
He props himself up on Jeongin’s chest, watching him relax, a bit at a time. Fighting the urge to close his eyes, like he can’t get enough of looking at Hyunjin.
“You know that you’re it for me, right?” he murmurs, right before his eyes close for good. “That I’m yours, even if you’re not mine?”
“What?” Hyunjin has a horrible feeling that he’s caused both of their wires to become incredibly crossed somewhere along the way, not just his own. That his flippant attitude has damaged Jeongin’s interpretation of just how fucking obsessed Hyunjin is. How badly he wants him.
That maybe Jeongin isn’t cut out for the chase— because he respects Hyunjin too much. An option Hyunjin never considered. Hyunjin always played cat’s cradle alone.
“‘S okay, Jin. I’ve come to terms with it. As long as I’m yours, I’m alright with it. Jus’ hurts a little bit,” Jeongin sighs.
Hyunjin knows it won’t be productive to argue. He runs his fingers through Jeongin’s hair, gently. “Let’s talk in the morning, baby. You’re too drunk right now. Okay?”
“Okay,” Jeongin’s eyes fall shut once and for all. His breathing slowing. Only one last thing to say, nearly a whisper as it leaves his lips, “I think I love you, Jinnie.”
⋆ ⋆
don’t leave before i wake up
or i’ll kill you
i’m serious jeongin
don’t even think about it
⋆
Hyunjin wakes up to a beam of sunlight in his face.
He groans. Brings his hands up to cover his eyes. Curls into Jeongin’s side, sucking in a long breath.
They’ve woken up next to each other a handful of times by now. Hyunjin likes it, embarrassingly enough for him. Jeongin is warm, and strong, and he always smells good, no matter what.
And— oh— Hyunjin totally thought he’d have packed up and ran by now. But he’s here— in bed— with Hyunjin. Just like Hyunjin asked him to be.
He passed the test.
“You didn’t leave,” Hyunjin says, voice heavy with sleep, picking his head up and prying open his eyes.
He’s sure his hair looks crazy. More sure when Jeongin’s mouth quirks to one side, hand coming out to smooth over Hyunjin’s head.
“You threatened to kill me if I did,” Jeongin says. He must have woken up recently too. His morning voice makes Hyunjin hot in places he’s never felt before. “I have a lot to live for, you know. Like being humiliated, and broken hearted, and facing rejection head on.”
Hyunjin frowns. He lays a hand on Jeongin’s bare chest, taking stock of his rapid heartbeat. “How’d we get here, Innie?”
“Uh. I texted you, but I was too scared to ask for a date, so I asked to suck you off in exchange for free weed,” Jeongin laughs softly. Winces afterwards. Embarrassed, maybe— even though he has no reason to be.
“And what next?” Hyunjin hums, lifting himself up and swinging his leg over Jeongin’s hip. His favorite seat.
Jeongin pushes himself up a bit more, leaning against the headboard, hands hovering loosely at Hyunjin’s hips. As if he can’t decide what’s allowed. “And then that kept happening. I think.”
“Mhm,” Hyunjin urges. “Then what.”
“Um,” Jeongin swallows. Blinks. Thinking for a second. “Then I came out to my mom.”
Oh. Hyunjin didn’t expect that. “Did you really?”
“Yeah. She took it well. She wants to meet you.”
“Congratulations, Yennie. I’m so proud of you,” Hyunjin smiles, fingers toying with the hair at Jeongin’s neck. Jeongin is talking about him to his mother. Hyunjin is a puddle at his feet.
“Thanks,” Jeongin looks down, almost sheepish. A light blush dusting his cheeks. “I did it when I realized I fell in love with you.”
Hyunjin’s belly detonates into a million tiny butterflies. Sunshine, seeping out through all of his pores— absolutely beaming. His words are soft, overshadowed by the physical, “And then what?”
“You threatened my life if I ran away?” Jeongin finally lets his hands meet Hyunjin’s waist. Flexing into his flesh, thumbs running back and forth over his hip bones.
“Do you know why?”
Jeongin coughs out a laugh. “You like embarrassing me?”
“No, idiot,” Hyunjin breathes, bridging the gap between them to rest his forehead on Jeongin’s. “I needed to tell you that I love you too.”
“I— what?” Jeongin’s mouth opens and closes a few times. He pulls back, trying to get a full picture. Eyes desperately searching Hyunjin’s face. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“I thought— I dunno— I just thought I liked you a lot more than you liked me, but I wasn’t sure if your whole thing was overblown to protect yourself— or— nevermind— I’m gonna stop talking—” Jeongin takes a deep breath at the end of his ramble. “Am I dreaming?”
Hyunjin’s cheeks ache. He yanks Jeongin closer again. “You’re not dreaming. I think I’ve been yours since you tripped over yourself when I came to your apartment for the first time. It’s bad, Innie. My reputation is shot.”
“Fuck,” Jeongin sucks in a shaky breath. “Fuck. I can’t believe this is happening to me. Oh my god.”
“Chill,” Hyunjin laughs. He brings his hands to Jeongin’s cheeks, holding him steady. “Why don’t you kiss me. It’ll make you feel better.”
“Yeah. It probably will,” Jeongin nods, already closing in.
It certainly makes Hyunjin feel better. Jeongin’s tongue in his mouth, hands sliding up the length of his back. Jeongin always kisses like he means it, because he’s genuine, and perfect, and lovely.
“I’m sorry I was an asshole about it,” Hyunjin murmurs against his lips. “I just wanted you to be selfish about me. To tell me I’m not allowed anyone else but you.”
“That seems unhealthy,” Jeongin returns.
“I know. But now that we’ve established that it is— tell me anyway—”
Jeongin laughs, breathy, his forehead knocking against Hyunjin’s.
He kisses him once more before manhandling Hyunjin to the bed, reversing their positions. “The thought of anyone else having you makes me sick, Hyunne. I don’t want anyone else to have you—” He runs his thumb over Hyunjin’s bottom lip. Adoration evident on his face. “I want everyone to know that you’re mine, because you’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“How did you still manage to make that sweet?” Hyunjin pouts, grabbing at Jeongin’s shoulders, trying to pull him down for another kiss.
“Dunno. Will you be my boyfriend?” He resists Hyunjin’s greed. Smirking.
“Yes— of course— stop being a brat. You were better behaved before you knew I loved you too.”
Jeongin rolls his eyes slightly, only proving Hyunjin’s point, but he dives in to connect their mouths again anyways. This time, it quickly grows to something deeper. Jeongin’s hips bearing down, a moan escaping Hyunjin.
“Lemme make love to you,” Jeongin’s breath comes heavy, voice heady. When he breaks away, his eyes are dark. Wandering. Hungry.
“What does that mean?” Hyunjin wants him to explain, because in his head there’s no difference. He’s had men call sex making love, and then still treat him just the same. He trusts Jeongin to do a better job at differentiating.
“It’s better than fucking, because it’s with feelings.”
Hyunjin is abysmally into him. He bets they’ll get married eventually. “Did you learn that from your amateur porn too?”
“No,” Jeongin scowls, avoiding eye contact. Then, “Okay. Maybe. But I don’t care. I wanna do it. I wanna tell you how much you mean to me while I’m inside of you. And I want to try my hardest to get you pregnant, even though it’ll never work.”
“That’s not a very positive attitude,” Hyunjin manages through spin of his head. Jeongin sends him into orbit.
“Shut up,” Jeongin kisses him. “I love you.” Another.
“Then take me raw.” Hyunjin’s been meaning to ask. Desperate to ask, really. But he’s also been pretending this isn’t what it is. Now he has no reason to hold back.
Jeongin blinks. Falters. “Really?”
“You ask too many questions,” Hyunjin frowns, pushing at Jeongin’s chest until he can bend up his legs, shoving his feet into his stomach. Sending him toppling off the foot of the bed. “Take your clothes off.”
“That’s something I love about you, by the way,” Jeongin is smiling when he pops back up. Shimmying out of his pants, his boxers. He goes straight for Hyunjin’s pajamas next. “That you know exactly what you want. And that you’re bossy about it. It’s hot.”
“Mmm,” Hyunjin lets his head fall back, Jeongin doing all the work for him.
Legs spread, lube retrieved. A line of kisses from his collarbone down to his navel, because Jeongin is sweet like that.
“I think I like making love,” he hums, pleased. “It’s nice.”
“You like when I do things for you,” Jeongin’s dimples are out when he pushes his first finger in. It should be illegal. The way he looks— the way he works.
“Is that a crime?”
“No. I like doing things for you. You know that.” Jeongin attaches his mouth to the innermost part of Hyunjin’s thigh. He sucks, bites. Leaves a nice, pretty mark. Adds a second finger.
Hyunjin’s lip will be bitten raw if Jeongin keeps that up. He doesn’t mind, though. He can make Jeongin kiss it better later.
“I love how well you take me. And how you feel. And I love how reactive you are to this—” Jeongin crooks up his fingers at the same moment, sending Hyunjin arching off the bed, a loud moan leaving his mouth. “I love the noises you make.”
Yang Jeongin is a tease when Hyunjin isn’t giving him orders. He takes his time. Sucks more marks into Hyunjin’s skin, stretches him over his fingers until Hyunjin is squirming, toes curling.
Only then does he get on with it.
Making love. Who knew?
“I wanna be able to kiss you,” Jeongin says, drawing Hyunjin up by his arm. “I want you in my lap. As close as possible.”
Hyunjin’s smile is stupidly giddy. He pulls Jeongin into bed with him. Takes the liberty of coating one hand in lube, slicking up Jeongin’s length with slow, menacing strokes.
Jeongin squeezes his eyes shut, trying to hold on. He’s gotten so much better at stamina. But he still makes Hyunjin feel beautiful. Desired.
Big hands guide Hyunjin into place, spreading him apart, cock nudging at his entrance.
Inhale. Exhale. Hyunjin sinks down, taking him to the hilt all at once.
Jeongin whines, falling against Hyunjin’s shoulder. Hyunjin folds his legs around Jeongin’s back, arms around his neck. Cradling his head.
He could cockwarm Jeongin all day. Maybe they’ll try that sometime soon. Sitting like this, basking in the feeling. Hyunjin pleasantly full, Jeongin chewing on his neck, trying not to fall apart. Maybe they’d shotgun during. Make it all the more lovely.
“Are you alright, angel?” Hyunjin coos, scratching his nails against Jeongin’s scalp.
“Mmmm,” Jeongin nods. He kisses Hyunjin’s throat. Pulls them closer together by his hips. “I love this. I love you. I love you.”
Hyunjin’s heart soars. He rocks forward once. Twice. “I love you too, baby. Kiss me.”
There’s a tiny noise of agreement, and then Jeongin removes his head from Hyunjin’s shoulder, finding his mouth instead.
Jeongin starts fucking him at the same time. Moving Hyunjin with strong arms, hips rutting together. They kiss through soft noises of pleasure. Swallowing moans— whines.
It becomes too much at some point. Both of them breathing heavy, nearing the edge.
Hyunjin holds Jeongin’s face in his hands, eyes locked. Working his hips forward, chasing his release, Jeongin’s cock nudging against his prostate every movement he makes. Jeongin’s hand wraps around Hyunjin’s dick, thumbing over the slit.
“So close, baby,” Hyunjin groans, his movements becoming sloppy.
Jeongin doesn’t drop his eyes. Doesn’t waver. “C’mon, Jin. Show me. I’ll fill you up as soon as you do— just how you want.”
“Hnnng,” Hyunjin’s eyelids flutter. He focuses on feeling. On Jeongin. Breaths shared. “Tell me you love me. One more time.”
“I love you.”
Hyunjin cums. He sobs out Jeongin’s name, nails digging into his back, spilling over his hand.
And, as promised, Jeongin follows right behind. The warm sensation of him emptying deep in Hyunjin’s stomach. Aftershocks spread from his core all the way to his fingers and toes. Total bliss.
A few tears drip out of the corners of Jeongin’s eyes. Hands so tight on Hyunjin’s hips they’ll likely bruise. Hyunjin locks his legs around Jeongin, unwilling to let him go.
He falls forward, catching a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Thank you, angel. I love you too. You’re so good to me, baby.”
“You deserve the world, Hyunjin,” Jeongin croaks, throat raw in the haze of his orgasm. His eyes are still shiny, unwilling to let Hyunjin go.
Hyunjin smiles, pinching his cheeks. “You’re it.”
There’s no way to tell how long they sit like that, just kissing, and whispering praises back and forth. Jeongin goes soft inside of him, and Hyunjin leaks cum all over the bed. It’s gross, and wet, and messy, and so, so nice.
They go again in the shower, Jeongin’s long, pretty fingers wrapped around both of them at once. Then Hyunjin washes Jeongin’s hair for him.
Its barely noon when they’re finished, because they’re early risers. Lounging in Hyunjin’s bed, tangled together.
“We should smoke,” Jeongin mumbles, running his fingers through Hyunjin’s hair.
“Okay,” Hyunjin feels close to purring. Completely content.
“Where’s your stash?”
“Oh,” Hyunjin pauses. “I’ve kinda been going to yours every time I wanna smoke… I haven’t picked anything up in months…”
“Oh,” Jeongin repeats. A second later, Hyunjin can feel him smiling against his head. “So I’m your only drug dealer?”
Hyunjin whacks his chest, turning around to push his finger straight into Jeongin’s dimple. “Of course you are. You started giving me free weed and blowjobs.”
“That’s a Hwang Hyunjin special, by the way, it’s very exclusive.”
“Good,” Hyunjin kisses him. Kisses him again. Again. “Or else your business model would be severely faulty.”
“Okay. But let’s go back to mine, because I do really want to smoke.”
“Fine.”
“And give you head.”
“What happened to please?”
⋆ ⋆ ⋆
you left before i woke up
i have work, baby
stop pouting
i’ll be home before you know it
i miss you
i love you
i love you too
let’s get high and make love tonight
you can stop calling it that
it’s been a year
you know i can’t
i don’t like lying
‘fucking’ is such a crude word for what we have
really, jin. you know it pains me to think about.
[read at 10:48 am]
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can i give you head while you smoke or no