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Chenle sits at the head of the long, polished conference table, his sharp eyes scanning the room filled with executives. As the CEO of Taobao, he’s accustomed to the constant buzz of activity and the gravity of important decisions. Today’s meeting is no exception, with discussions about quarterly earnings and strategic initiatives taking center stage.
But Chenle’s mind isn’t fully present. His thoughts drift to the small (yet comforting) escape he’s found in the past months: watching a particular streamer on Twitch. Jisung, with his awkwardly charming personality and deep, soothing voice, has become Chenle’s favorite form of relaxation.
As an older executive drones on about market projections, Chenle’s phone vibrates in his pocket. His heart skips a beat. He knows exactly what that notification means—Jisung has started his stream. Chenle has set up time-sensitive notifications for Jisung’s streams, ensuring he never misses a moment.
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” Chenle interrupts, standing abruptly. The room falls silent, eyes widening in surprise. He has to consciously hold himself back from curling his lip in distaste. “I have an urgent matter to attend to. We’ll have to reconvene later.”
Without waiting for a response, Chenle strides out of the conference room, already pulling out his phone. His fingers move swiftly, opening the Twitch app and joining Jisung’s stream. He mutes the audio for now, but the sight of Jisung’s familiar face on his screen brings a smile to his lips.
He makes his way to his office, ignoring the curious looks from his employees. Once inside, he shuts the door, takes a deep breath, and puts in his earbuds. The muted chaos of the office fades away, replaced by the comforting sound of Jisung’s voice.
“Hey everyone, welcome back to the stream!” Jisung’s voice is as warm and inviting as ever. “Hope you all had a good day. Tonight, we’re playing Dress to Impress on Roblox, so let’s see if we can create some fabulous outfits and maybe have a few good laughs along the way.”
Chenle feels his heart swell with affection. Jisung’s streams are always a bright spot in his hectic life. He quickly types a quick greeting in the chat.
taobao_gege: hi meng di di ~~ excited to see you
Almost immediately, Jisung responds, his eyes lighting up. “Taobao_GeGe! How’s it going? I was waiting for you to send a chat when I noticed you joined.”
Chenle’s fingers hover over the donation button. He knows Jisung always reacts with a mix of gratitude and awkwardness to his donations, but he can’t help himself. He loves seeing Jisung’s reactions. With a decisive click, he sends $500.
A ding sounds, and Jisung’s eyes widen as he reads the amount. “Oh my god, thank you, Taobao_GeGe, with the $500 donation! Dude, you’re too generous,” Jisung says, shaking his head in disbelief. “Thanks so much, man. You’re funding my groceries for the month again.”
The chat erupts in laughter and encouragement, spamming cat emotes and hearts. Chenle grins. This whole “mysterious benefactor” role suits him well, but watches Jisung’s face carefully instead of the game. He wishes he could meet him in real life.
“Alright, let’s see what we can come up with here,” Jisung says, his focus shifting to the screen. “I’m thinking something bold and colorful. How the hell do I do a rainbow unicorn theme?”
His fingers fly across the keyboard, selecting various clothing items and accessories. The chat offers suggestions and encouragement, and Jisung responds with his usual blend of enthusiasm and self-deprecating humor.
“Ah, come on! How did that not win? I had the best outfit compared to everybody else,” he groans, eliciting sympathetic messages from the chat.
Chenle watches intently as Jisung continues to play another round, scrambling for a good outfit. There’s something endearing about the way Jisung fumbles through the options, his brow furrowed in concentration. His eyes light up when he finds a particularly colorful piece, and his smile is infectious.
Unable to resist, Chenle decides to drop another donation. This time, he goes all out, clicking to send $1,000 worth of Bits. He waits eagerly for Jisung’s reaction, his heart pounding in anticipation.
taobao_gege: 🐱 ure making gege feel very happy because you are being very cute right now. 😊
Chenle knows exactly when Jisung notices the money, because his face flushes slightly, and he lets out an incredulous laugh. He doesn’t say anything else, though, just turns back to the game, flushed slightly pink.
Chenle swoons, spinning his office chair around and clutching his chest dramatically. “Oh, this sweet baby…”
As Jisung fumbles with the accessories on screen, trying to perfect whatever theme he’s currently assigned, Chenle watches, captivated by the way Jisung’s eyes light up whenever he finds what he wants. He’s so engrossed in the stream that he almost doesn’t hear the knock on his office door.
“Mr. Lee, are you alright?” His assistant’s voice comes through, muffled but concerned. Chenle quickly mutes his phone and adjusts his posture, his CEO demeanor snapping back into place.
“Yes, I’m fine. Just handling some urgent personal matters. I’ll be out shortly,” he replies, trying to keep his tone even.
He waits for the footsteps to fade away before turning his attention back to the stream. Jisung is laughing at something someone in the chat said, and Chenle can’t help but smile. He would love to be able to hold that face in his hands at least once, and squish his cheeks together…
He bets Jisung is shorter than him, and his personality makes Chenle believe he’s the shy type too. It would be so easy to bully him, Chenle thinks giddily, kicking his legs. Call him cute and spoil him with money even as he protests his treatment because he wants to do things on his own.
The thought of meeting Jisung in person and blowing money on him makes his pulse quicken, and he wonders if it’s possible to arrange something without seeming too forward or intrusive.
Chenle starts making a plan. Maybe he could sponsor one of Jisung’s future streams, offering a collaboration that would allow them to meet in a professional setting that would give Chenle the chance to make it more personal.
Chenle sighs as he glances at the clock.
With a reluctant finger, he closes the Twitch app. He takes a moment to compose himself, staring at the stack of paperwork on his desk. “Back to reality,” he mutters, picking up the first document.
As he works through the paperwork, signing off on reports and reviewing strategic proposals, his thoughts occasionally drift back to Jisung. After what feels like an eternity, Chenle finally finishes the last of the paperwork. He leans back in his chair, rubbing his temples. The office is quiet now, most of his employees having left for the day. He glances at the clock again, realizing it’s much later than he thought.
He picks up his phone and calls his driver. “I’m ready to head home,” he says, his voice weary. “Meet me at the front entrance.”
Gathering his things, Chenle makes his way through the empty corridors of the building. The silence is almost eerie, a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere of Jisung’s stream. He steps outside, where his driver is already waiting with the car door open.
“Good evening, Mr. Lee,” the driver greets him with a respectful nod.
“Evening,” Chenle replies, sliding into the back seat. He sinks into the plush leather, closing his eyes for a moment as the car starts moving.
The ride home is smooth and uneventful.
Chenle tries to pass time by scrolling through his phone, but the lack of notifications are disheartening, and instead he messes with a mahjong app. As they pull up to his luxurious apartment building, Chenle thanks his driver and steps out.
The doorman greets him, and he nods in return, making his way to the elevator. The ride up to his penthouse is swift, and soon he’s stepping into the quiet comfort of his home.
He sets his briefcase down and heads to the living room, where he sinks into his favorite armchair. His phone buzzes with notifications, but he ignores them for now, his thoughts still lingering on Jisung.
With a sigh, he decides to send one last message before calling it a night.
taobao_gege: love ur stream tonight it made my day a lot better. take care.
Chenle steps into his bedroom, feeling the weight of the day finally lifting. He opens his closet and pulls out a set of comfortable pajamas: an oversized shirt and a pair of loose shorts. Changing quickly, he relishes the feeling of the soft fabric against his skin. The contrast between the formal attire he wore all day and these cozy clothes is a welcome relief.
He pads back into the living room, barefoot, and flops onto his bed. Grabbing his phone, he starts scrolling through Weibo, catching up on the latest news and trends. The familiar routine is soothing, helping him unwind.
Just as he’s about to switch to another app, a notification pops up on his phone: a private message on Twitch. His heart skips a beat when he sees the sender—Jisung.
Chenle sits up a little straighter, his pulse quickening with excitement. He opens the message, eager to see what Jisung has written.
“Hey! Thanks for the support tonight, it really means a lot. Hope you had a good day. 😊 It was really kind of you. Is there anything I can call you other than your username?”
taobao_gege: Call me Gege.
He hits send and waits, watching the screen intently. Jisung’s reply comes almost immediately.
Jisung: ?
Chenle grins, his excitement bubbling over. He types another message, his fingers trembling slightly with anticipation.
taobao_gege: if u call me gege i will send you $500.
There’s a brief pause, and Chenle can almost picture Jisung’s confused but curious expression on the other side of the screen. Then, another message appears.
Jisung: Okay, Gege ><
Chenle’s heart does a little flip, and he giggles with delight. He quickly navigates to PayPal and sends $500 to Jisung’s linked account. The transaction is swift, and he returns to Twitch to see Jisung’s reaction.
Jisung: Omg, I didn’t think you would actually do it??
He types another message, his feet kicking gleefully.
taobao_gege: lets meet up ive been your biggest fan for a while and i would love the chance to see you. i’ll pay for all your travel expenses
The chat goes silent for a moment, and Chenle can almost hear the gears turning in Jisung’s mind. He hugs a nearby pillow, his excitement almost unbearable. Finally, a new message appears.
Jisung: Omg????????? Thank you... but what if you’re some weird old man?
taobao_gege: if i send u a selfie will it make u feel better
Jisung: I guess, yeah. Take a selfie holding a fork in your hand and winking your left eye.
taobao_gege: wahhh jisung it sounds like you dont trust me to not catfish… don’t worry though i’ll do it.. i’ll be right back
Chenle stands up, his heart pounding. He heads to the kitchen, his bare feet padding softly against the cool floor. Opening a drawer, he grabs a fork and glances at his reflection in the stainless steel appliances.
Back in the living room, he positions himself in front of the large mirror on the wall. As he raises his phone to take the selfie, a sudden wave of self-consciousness washes over him. He hesitates, lowering the phone and examining his reflection more closely. His oversized shirt hangs comfortably on his frame, and his hair is slightly tousled from the day.
He ruffles his hair a bit more, trying to achieve a casual yet put-together look. Frowning, he smooths it down again, then decides to just run his fingers through it for a natural, relaxed style. He shifts his position, trying to find the best angle that highlights his features without looking forced.
Chenle sighs, feeling a bit ridiculous for being so meticulous about a selfie. But this is for Jisung, and he wants to make a good impression. He takes a deep breath, raises the fork, and positions the phone again. This time, he winks his left eye and snaps the picture.
He scrutinizes the photo, feeling a flutter of anxiety. His expression is genuine, and despite his earlier fretting, the image looks good. He decides to just go for it. With a final nod of approval to himself, he sends the selfie to Jisung.
taobao_gege: here u go :3 hope this proves im not a weird old man.
Chenle waits, his pulse quickening as he watches the screen. Moments later, a new message pops up.
Jisung: Wow, you’re actually really cute 😳 Okay, you’re definitely not a weird old man, haha.
Chenle quickly types a reply, his fingers flying over the keyboard.
taobao_gege: glad to hear it! so what do you say, can we meet up? i promise it’ll be fun
There’s a brief pause, and Chenle can almost feel Jisung’s hesitation through the screen.
Jisung: What the hell, fine. You’ve been watching my streams for over 4 years now, I feel like I can trust you
Jisung: You’re kind of like my sugar daddy
Jisung: But give me your real name
taobao_gege: it’s chenle :)
Chenle lets out a squeal of delight, tossing his phone to the side and grabbing the pillow tighter. He kicks his legs in the air, unable to contain his giddiness. He’s going to meet Jisung in person!
He rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling with a grin on his face. This is beyond anything he had imagined. His mind races with thoughts of their upcoming meeting, and he can hardly wait to see Jisung in real life.
He throws his phone to the side again, unable to contain his joy. He kicks his legs in the air again, feeling like a giddy teenager. The thought of seeing Jisung’s smile, hearing his voice in person, fills him with a happiness he hasn’t felt in a long time.
Chenle spends the rest of the night in a state of blissful excitement, planning the details of their meeting and making phone calls to schedule pick-ups and transportation and hotel rooms.
As he finally drifts off to sleep, clutching the pillow tightly, a smile remains plastered on his face.
After a quick shower and a meticulous grooming session, Chenle dresses in a sharp, tailored suit. He looks at himself in the mirror, adjusting his tie and making sure everything is perfect. Today is a big day, and he wants to make the best impression.
His driver is already waiting by the time he steps out of his apartment. The ride to the airport is smooth, and Chenle checks his phone periodically, reading over his messages with Jisung. The flight is on time, and soon he’s boarding a first-class seat, settling in with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
The flight passes quickly, the luxurious amenities and Chenle’s thoughts of Jisung keeping him occupied. Before he knows it, the plane touches down, and he’s disembarking, stepping into the bustling airport. His luggage is quickly retrieved, and a sleek black car is waiting to take him to the hotel.
The drive through the city is a blur of sights and sounds, but Chenle’s mind is focused on the impending meeting. Arriving at the hotel, he checks in at the front desk, his fingers tapping lightly against the counter as he waits for his room key.
“Mr. Zhong, welcome. Here’s your room card. Enjoy your stay,” the receptionist says with a polite smile.
“Thank you,” Chenle replies, taking the card and heading to the elevator. His suite is on the top floor, offering a stunning view of the city skyline. He sets his luggage down and takes a moment to breathe, looking out at the panoramic vista.
A quick glance at his watch tells him it’s almost time to meet Jisung. He smooths down his suit, pockets the hotel room card, and makes his way to the lobby. The spacious, elegant area is filled with people, but Chenle’s eyes are searching for one face.
He spots Jisung before Jisung sees him. The streamer is standing by a column, looking around curiously. Chenle’s breath catches for a moment—Jisung is taller than he had expected, towering over most of the people around him. But Chenle quickly composes himself and strides forward, a confident smile on his face.
“Jisung!” he calls out, waving slightly.
Jisung turns, his face breaking into a wide grin as he sees Chenle. “Hi!” he exclaims, moving forward to meet him.
As they approach each other, Chenle’s eyes travel upwards, taking in Jisung’s height. But he doesn’t let it faze him. Instead, he smiles warmly and extends a hand. “It’s great to finally meet you in person.”
Jisung shakes his hand, his grip firm but friendly. “You too. I can’t believe this is actually happening.”
Chenle chuckles and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a second hotel room card. He slides it over to Jisung with a casual elegance. “Here’s your room key. I thought it’d be more comfortable for you to stay here as well.”
Jisung takes the card, looking both surprised and grateful. “Wow, thank you. This place looks amazing.”
“It is,” Chenle agrees, his grin growing. “Why don’t we drop your stuff off and then head to lunch? I made reservations at a restaurant.”
“Sounds perfect,” Jisung replies, a soft smile on his lips.
They make their way to the elevators and up to Jisung’s room, which is just as luxurious as Chenle’s. After Jisung quickly freshens up, they head back downstairs and into a waiting car. The drive to the restaurant is filled with light conversation, Chenle finding himself increasingly charmed by Jisung’s easy-going nature and his naivete.
The restaurant is a high-end establishment with an elegant interior and a menu that boasts a fusion of international cuisines. They are shown to a private table near a large window overlooking a tranquil garden.
“This place is beautiful,” Jisung says, looking around appreciatively.
“I’m glad you like it,” Chenle replies, feeling a swell of pride. He gestures to the menu. “Order anything you like. Today is all about enjoying ourselves.”
As they look through the menu, Chenle sneaks glances at Jisung, still amazed that they’re finally here together.
The meal begins with a delicate appetizer of seared scallops, their presentation as exquisite as the taste. Chenle takes a bite, savoring the flavor, before looking up at Jisung with a warm smile.
“So, Jisung, tell me more about yourself. What do you like to do when you’re not streaming?” he asks, trying to break the ice.
Jisung fidgets with his fork, his eyes darting around the room before settling back on his plate. “Uh, well, I like to play games, of course. And, um, I like to draw sometimes. Nothing professional, just for fun,” he mumbles, his voice barely audible.
Chenle leans in slightly, trying to encourage Jisung with his attentive posture. “That’s really cool! What kind of things do you like to draw?”
Jisung’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink, and he shrugs. “Mostly characters from games or anime. It’s just a hobby.”
Chenle coos internally at how endearing Jisung’s shyness is. He takes another bite and decides to try a different approach. “I’d love to see your drawings sometime. Maybe you could show me photos when we get back to the hotel?”
Jisung looks up, meeting Chenle’s gaze for a moment before quickly looking away. “Yeah, maybe,” he mumbles again, his fingers playing with the edge of his napkin.
The conversation continues in this awkward manner, with Chenle trying various topics and Jisung responding with shy, short answers. Despite the awkwardness, Chenle finds himself even more charmed by Jisung’s bashfulness. There’s something incredibly sweet about his quiet demeanor, and Chenle can’t help but feel protective of him.
As the main course arrives—a beautifully plated dish of roasted duck with a rich, aromatic sauce—Chenle decides to address the elephant in the room. “Jisung, you seem really shy today. Is everything okay?”
Jisung takes a deep breath, finally looking Chenle in the eyes. “It’s just… I don’t know what you want from me,” he admits.
Chenle’s brow furrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Jisung’s blush deepens, and he fidgets more intensely. “I mean… did you want to meet me to, like, proposition me or something? Because that’s what sugar daddies usually do. I guess. You know, with the whole impromptu meeting, the hotel, the lunch...”
Chenle’s eyes widen in horror, and he quickly shakes his head. “No! Oh my god, no, Jisung, that’s not it at all!” he exclaims, his voice filled with genuine shock.
Jisung looks relieved but still uncertain. “Then why did you want to meet me?”
Chenle takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. “I wanted to meet you because I admire you. I thought it would be amazing to get to know you in person. I’m not expecting anything from you, Jisung. I just want to be your friend.”
Jisung’s eyes narrow slightly, but he relaxes minutely in his seat. “Really? You’re not… you don’t want anything else?”
Chenle shakes his head emphatically. “Really. I just want to spend time with you and get to know you better. I want to do whatever you want to do. That’s all.”
Jisung stares down hard at the napkin on the table, enough that Chenle is afraid it might catch fire. He mumbles something Chenle can’t hear over the background noise of the restaurant.
“What? What did you say, sorry, it’s a little loud.”
“If I was the one… um, propositioning, would you… do it?”
This time it’s Chenle’s turn to flush. He grips onto the edge of the table discreetly, looking for balance to keep him from tipping over. He thinks about it for a second, wondering if he would do it, and finds that he really would. He’s always spent so much money on Jisung just because he’s found him cute enough to spoil, and if this is something he wants, well. Of course he wouldn’t deny him.
“Sure,” Chenle says, the confirmation coming out weaker than he intended. He clears his throat and tries again. “I would. Yes.”
The conversation hangs in the air, leaving both Chenle and Jisung to process the unexpected exchange. They continue their meal in a relatively nervous silence, the once vibrant conversation reduced to occasional glances and small smiles.
Chenle finds his mind racing, replaying Jisung’s question and his own response. He tries to focus on the delicious food in front of him, but his thoughts keep drifting back to the shy, earnest streamer across the table.
Jisung, too, seems lost in thought. He picks at his food, his usual enthusiasm subdued. Despite the awkwardness, there’s a sense of understanding between them, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate situation they’ve found themselves in.
As they finish their desserts, the tension slowly eases. The waiter clears their plates, and Chenle signals for the check. They settle the bill, and Chenle stands, offering Jisung a reassuring smile.
“Ready to head back to the hotel?” he asks, his voice gentle.
Jisung nods, standing up and following Chenle out of the restaurant. The car ride back to the hotel is quiet. Their knees brush against each other accidentally and Chenle jerks back, feeling like he just got zapped with a taser.
Upon arriving at the hotel, they step out of the car and head towards the elevators. The ride up is filled with a comfortable silence, the earlier nervousness beginning to fade. When they reach their floor, Chenle walks confidently to his room, tapping his keycard against the lock and opening the door.
“You first,” he nods to Jisung.
“Let me grab my bag first,” Jisung says, before ducking his head and rushing inside next door. Chenle is left standing there awkwardly, waiting for him to come out so they can both get into the room.He glances around the hallway, the quiet ambiance of the hotel soothing his nerves a bit. After a few moments, Jisung pops out again with a small black tote bag, looking slightly flustered but determined.
They step into Chenle's room together, the door clicking shut behind them. The room is spacious and elegantly decorated, with a large window offering a stunning view of the city skyline. Chenle sets his things down and turns to Jisung, opening his mouth to speak.
Before he can say anything, Jisung leans in and kisses Chenle without warning, his lips crushed against the other’s in a hungry kiss. Chenle lets out a muffled, confused whine, his hands coming up to grip Jisung's shoulders as the taller man presses him against the wall.
The intensity of the kiss takes Chenle by surprise, but he quickly melts into it, his initial confusion giving way to a rush of excitement and desire. His fingers tighten on Jisung's shoulders, bunching up his shirt.
Jisung deepens the kiss, his mouth parted and wet. Chenle’s not too sure what to do in a kiss like this, so he tentatively copies the way Jisung has his lips and tilts his head slightly. Their teeth clack together, and Jisung pulls away, his eyes shining.
“Jisu–”
Chenle cuts himself off with a yelp as Jisung kisses Chenle’s neck wetly. Chenle's head falls back, his breath coming in soft pants as Jisung's hands grasp his waist.
Jisung whines into Chenle’s neck and sucks on the skin by his mouth, pushing a thigh in between his. Chenle’s hips jerk forward, his hard-on stimulated by the contact.
“Wait, ah, Jisung–”
Jisung pulls away again, looking at Chenle. Chenle flounders under his attention, feeling an uncomfortable red flush climb up his face.
“Let me take care of you,” he babbles brazenly, trying to shimmy away. He twists and pushes his legs, trying to escape from Jisung’s grasp, but finds himself unable to.
Jisung hums and rests his head against Chenle’s shoulder, hunching over. “Okay,” he says, muffled by the fabric of his shirt. Jisung slips his fingers into Chenle’s waistband, slowly tracing circles around his hip bone.
Chenle shudders slightly. “Let’s move to the bed,” he complains, voice sounding more sure than he feels. “And we need to get at least our shirts off.” He finally succeeds in tugging away from Jisung, pulling his shirt over his head and slinging it over the hotel armchair.
He sits on the edge of the bed nervously, chewing on his lower lip as he watches Jisung copy him and take off his nerdy t-shirt. His hair gets messy, tufts standing up, and Chenle smiles fondly.
Jisung walks over to the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. He climbs onto the bed, sitting cross-legged to face Chenle. He stops just short of touching him, his face hovering next to Chenle's as he stares into his eyes.
"You're so beautiful," Jisung murmurs, before leaning in to press a soft kiss to Chenle's lips. He keeps the kiss gentle this time, and Chenle responds eagerly, his arms coming up to wrap around Jisung's neck. Jisung's hands roam over Chenle's bare chest, brushing over his nipples and causing him to shiver with pleasure.
Jisung breaks the kiss, breathing heavily as he nuzzles against Chenle's neck. "You’re perfect," he says, his voice low.
Chenle lets out a soft moan, his hips bucking up as Jisung's hand slips beneath the waistband of his pants. Jisung's fingers brush against Chenle's hard-on, causing him to gasp in pleasure.
"Jisung," Chenle whimpers, his nails digging into Jisung's back.
Jisung smiles against Chenle's skin, his fingers wrapping around Chenle's length and starting to stroke him gently. Chenle's hips jerk up, looking for more friction as Jisung continues to touch him.
Jisung's other hand slips beneath Chenle's pants, cupping his ass and squeezing gently. Chenle lets out a soft moan, his hips grinding against Jisung's hand as he seeks more pleasure.
Chenle's breath comes in short, sharp gasps, his body tensing as he feels his climax building.
"Jisung," Chenle whimpers, his nails digging into Jisung's back. He jolts when he feels a finger ghosting gently over Chenle's hole. His eyes widen in surprise, his hands gripping Jisung's shoulders as he lets out a soft whine.
"W-what are you doing?" Chenle asked, his voice breathless.
Jisung looked up at Chenle. “I’m going to fuck you.”
Chenle turns pink almost immediately. He knows, obviously, that’s what they were going to end up doing, but it just felt so vulgar coming from Jisung’s mouth. He came expecting to be the gōng, not the shòu! He’s a CEO, so he was sure he can prove his sexual prowess even though he’s still technically a virgin, since he had to have a level of force and assertion for his job.
Jisung looks at him, eyes wide and brown, his fingers continuing to rub slow circles over Chenle. "Unless you don't want to, of course.”
Chenle swallows hard, his mind a blur as he tries to process what was happening. "No, it's not that," he insists. "I just didn't expect this. You were so shy just a few minutes ago, and I’m older, you know. I should be the one… topping.”
Jisung blinks up at him innocently. “But I was looking forward to feeling you around me,” he says, a devilish pout on his lips. Chenle almost chokes with indignation. Absolutely evil…!
Chenle curses internally, curling his toes slightly. He has no idea what he was doing, but he’s willing to allow Jisung show him the way since he’s such a good elder.
“Fine,” he announces with a sigh. “I’ll let you.”
Jisung’s face immediately lights up and he leans over the edge of the bed to rifle through his bag. He grabs a bottle of lube and almost breaks the cap in his excitement. He carefully holds it over his fingers and drizzles some over them, before haphazardly capping the bottle and tossing it on the nightstand.
Chenle's eyes widen as he feels the cool liquid against his skin, his body tensing up as Jisung pushed a finger inside him. He lets out a soft wail, his face flushing with embarrassment as he tries to wriggle away.
"No, wait, you can’t over there," Chenle protests, his voice barely above a whisper. "Hold on…"
Jisung shushes him, his finger still. "It's okay, I've got you," he said, his voice soothing. "Just relax and let me take care of you. Let me show you how good it will feel."
Chenle takes a deep breath, his body relaxing as Jisung's finger continues to move inside him. Jisung adds a second finger, stretching Chenle open. Chenle's breath hitches as he feels the burn, his body trembling slightly. Jisung's thumb presses against Chenle's perineum right as he crooks his finger, sending waves of pleasure through his body.
"Fuck," Chenle gasps, his hips bucking as he clenches around his fingers.
Jisung kisses Chenle's neck, his lips leaving what feels like a trail of fire as they move down his chest. Chenle's breath hitches as Jisung's mouth reaches his nipples, his tongue swirling around the hard bud before he bites down gently.
Chenle moans, his hips bucking up as Jisung continues to tease him. Jisung's finger slips out, and Chenle lets out a desperate noise that shocks him.
Jisung pulls Chenle's pants down a bit more than it already is, his mouth leaving a wet trail as he moves down Chenle's body. Chenle's dick stands at attention, pre-cum glistening on the tip.
Jisung wraps his hand around Chenle's length, giving it a few additional experimental strokes before he leans down and takes the tip into his mouth. Chenle gasps, his hips jerking up as Jisung's wet mouth encircles him.
Jisung starts slow, his mouth moving up and down Chenle's length as he sucks and licks. Chenle's breathing becomes ragged, his fingers tangling in Jisung's hair.
“Please,” he sighs, tugging at the strands of hair in his grasp.
Jisung increases his pace, his mouth moving faster and faster as Chenle's moans fill the room. Jisung's hand moves in time with his mouth, his fingers tracing patterns on Chenle's thigh as he continues to suck.
What a good boy he is, Chenle thinks almost frantically. He’s just a sweet boy who wanted to meet one of his fans, and here Chenle was, taking advantage of his warm, inviting mouth.
Jisung tongues Chenle's slit before sinking all the way down again, his mouth taking him in deeper as he sucks harder. Chenle's breath comes in short, sharp gasps, his body tensing as he feels his climax building embarrassingly fast.
He internally takes back everything he said about Jisung being innocent– he was a demon, a vile creature put on Earth only to tempt him and break down his mental resolve—
"Jisung," Chenle whimpers, his nails digging into Jisung's scalp as he comes hard. Jisung swallows, his throat working as he takes in every drop.
Jisung pulls away, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand as he looks up at Chenle. Chenle's eyes are half-lidded, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Jisung peers into Chenle’s eyes and smiles, apparently satisfied with what he’s found, crawling up the bed. Chenle turns to face him, his hand pressing against Jisung's chest. His body is still trembling, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Jisung can’t get enough of Chenle, though. He kisses him all over, his lips leaving a trail of wetness on Chenle's skin. His face flushes as Jisung ruts against his thigh, his body still shaking minutely.
Jisung is so desperate and eager, Chenle can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement run through his body. He’s never officially been with anyone before, and the thought of Jisung entering him made his heart race.
"If...if you want to… in me, you can," Chenle says hesitantly, his face flushing even more than it already was.
Jisung's eyes light up at Chenle's words, his face breaking out into a grin. "Really?" he asks, his voice full of glee.
Chenle nods, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes, really," he says, his voice soft. “But… be gentle, okay? It’s my first time…”
Jisung lets out a happy whine of pleasure, his lips pressing against Chenle's again. Chenle wraps his arms around Jisung's neck and pets his hair gently.
Jisung breaks the kiss, his eyes shining as he looks up at Chenle. "Now? Can I do it now? Are you still sensitive? Is it okay?"
Chenle's heart swells. He smiles and nods, pressing his thumb into each of Jisung’s cheeks. He still can’t believe what’s happening, but he can’t deny the way his body is responding to Jisung's touch.
Jisung leans in, pressing a soft kiss to Chenle's cheek as he reaches for the bottle of lube again. His fingers already slick, he slides in two easily. This time he pushes against Chenle’s prostate incessantly; Chenle jolts against him, twisting away for a second breathlessly before inhaling and letting out a loud cry.
Jisung slows down and looks at him with wide eyes. “Okay?”
“Yes, yes,” Chenle sobs, eyes tightly closed and nose scrunched. “Please,” he begs, twisting the covers underneath his hands.
Jisung takes his time, fingers moving slowly inside Chenle as he continues to stretch him open. Chenle's breath hitches as he feels a third finger, stretching him open even further.
Jisung pulls his fingers out, positioning himself at Chenle's entrance. He looked up at Chenle, squinting. "Ready?" Jisung asked, his voice soft.
Chenle nods, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes, go, please," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jisung pushes inside, slowly burying himself all the way in. Chenle cries out in shock when he bottoms out, his body trembling with pleasure as Jisung fills him up. Even after being prepared and knowing this was going to happen, it still knocks all the breath out of him.
Jisung stills, though, giving Chenle a moment to adjust to his size. Chenle's breath hitches as he feels Jisung twitch inside him. Jisung leans in, pressing a soft kiss to Chenle's lips as he begins to move slowly. Chenle's hands grip Jisung's shoulders, his nails digging into the other man's skin.
Jisung sets a steady pace, his hips pistoning as he chases his own release. Chenle's legs wrap around Jisung's waist, his body jolting up the bed with each thrust.
Chenle cries out, his body weak with pleasure as Jisung's hands roam over his body. Jisung is rough and desperate, his movements jerky and excited as he thrusts forward into Chenle.
Chenle's pleas grow louder as he digs his heels into Jisung’s back, urging him on. Jisung's whines grow louder as well.
"Chenle," Jisung gasps, his eyes shut tightly. "You feel so good, ah, so fucking good."
Chenle's eyes flutter shut as he feels Jisung's length inside him. He doesn’t know what he’s begging for, but he can’t stop the pleas from tumbling from his lips.
"Please, Jisung," Chenle cries desperately, feeling hot and flushed all over his body. "Please, please, please."
Chenle's eyes flutter open when Jisung slows down, his breath coming in soft gasps. "More," he begs, his legs still wrapped around Jisung's waist.
Jisung slows down even further, ignoring Chenle's desperate cries.
"Call me hyung," Jisung says breathlessly. “Call me hyung and I’ll move.”
Chenle's face flushes an even darker red as he shakes his head. "No, you're younger than me," he protests, tears clinging to his eyelashes.
Jisung pulls out almost completely. He holds himself in his hands, stroking over his cock and thumbing at his tip before pressing it teasingly against Chenle’s skin.
"Beg me, Chenle," he prods, blinking up at him with deceitfully innocent eyes. "Beg me to fuck you harder. You feel so good, Chenle, so warm around me."
Chenle's eyes widen as he feels Jisung's tip press against his hole. “Please,” he tries again tentatively.
Jisung ignores him and instead slips up, sliding his erection over Chenle’s and making him writhe.
“Ah, Jisung, please, please…” His pleads turn into breathless pants as Jisung pauses again. He pulls away briefly before pressing into him once more and Chenle tenses with relief, before he notices Jisung is not moving.
He’s so overcome with frustration that the tears building up have begun to stream down his face, making him look like a mess. Jisung is a terrible, terrible man. He is a cruel, evil, teasing temptress—or whatever the male equivalent was— and his thoughts are interrupted by the teasing press of the tip before it disappears once more.
"Please, hyung," Chenle breaks and begs desperately, his nails digging into Jisung's shoulders. "Please, please, hyung, please…"
Jisung's only response is an equally-desperate moan as he thrusts forward, fully burying himself inside Chenle. He sets a steady pace, his hips pistoning. His rhythm stutters for a second before he pulls out far too quickly.
Chenle panics at the emptiness, trying to sit up. “Wait, Jisung, ah, hyung, please–”
Jisung grips him by the shoulders and shoves him around, turning him over. Chenle’s cut off by the bedsheets filling his mouth, and he can’t be bothered to spit them out because Jisung presses into him one more time and it feels so good. He’s pulled up roughly, his arms held behind his back with one hand. The other hand cruelly trails down Chenle’s stomach and grabs his leaking dick.
Chenle’s only support is Jisung’s grip on his arms and the little effort he can make to balance on his knees. He closes his eyes, tipping his head back against Jisung’s bare shoulder, letting out short, cut off sounds with every thrust. He can feel how red his face is, and Jisung’s grip on his hands is so tight they start to tingle.
The only thing Chenle can do is squeeze his eyes close when Jisung starts stroking him messily, gasps and moans as his hips jerk away futilely. Moving forward pushes him into Jisung’s tight grip, and moving backwards makes Jisung hit even deeper inside him.
He gives up on any idea of coherency and babbles nonsense in a mix of languages, calling out Jisung’s name desperately. He begins to cry from the stimulation, tears rolling down his cheek and dripping from his chin.
Jisung shifts Chenle’s head further back with his shoulder and laves at the salty tears with his tongue before they meet in a kiss. Really, kiss isn’t the best way to describe it– they’re messily licking into each other’s mouths, a mess of spit and desperate contact that has their teeth clacking together.
Chenle keens into Jisung’s mouth before pulling away, gasping. “I’m close,” he says, clenching his hands into fists and digging his nails into the meat of his palm to ground himself.
“Gonna come for hyung?” Jisung asks right as he shifts his hips and hits his prostate, and Chenle goes stiff as he comes almost immediately.
It’s a silent orgasm, his mouth falling open as he forgets how to breathe for at least a minute. He thinks he might have blacked out for a second. Jisung is still relentlessly thrusting against his prostate, and his desperate plea gets stuck in his throat when Jisung folds him over, pushing his head against the mattress again.
“Almost,” Jisung promises, fucking up into Chenle hard. He moves until his orgasm hits, a rush of warmth that has Chenle curling his toes in discomfort. Jisung collapses on top of him for a beat, the two hardly anything more than a pile of spent, sweaty limbs.
Chenle closes his eyes, feeling Jisung’s heart thud rapidly. He relearns how to breathe, gasping in a deep breath and shakily letting it out again. Jisung’s nose is buried in the crook of his neck, feathery light brushes of his breath against his pulse.
Chenle thinks he might have ascended. There’s a wetness clinging to his eyelashes that he’s trying very hard to ignore, and he feels sticky and sweaty, but being underneath Jisung grounds him.
Jisung huffs and moves away, slowly pulling out. Chenle goes very, very still.
The sensation is horrifyingly humiliating, and he knows his face is still flushed. Chenle remains motionless, but Jisung rolls up to him, reaching over Chenle to reach for the box of Kleenex that's conveniently resting on the bedside table; it’s done a bit awkwardly, with Jisung using just one hand to balance himself. Chenle tilts his head to keep Jisung in his view.
Jisung wipes his hand and softened dick and then takes some more tissues to clean Chenle. Chenle covers his face, embarrassed; Jisung is sweet and careful, but Chenle is still mortified, especially when he remembers everything he said while getting fucked the hardest he ever has. (Considering this is his first time, he doesn’t quite have any other experiences to compare it to, but he’s sure Jisung will always be the best– he can’t imagine doing any of this with another person.)
There’s a brief moment of awkward silence, before Jisung asks slowly, “Was that… okay?”
Chenle turns around to stare at him incredulously. “Okay? Jisung, I’m going to be able to feel your dick at the back of my throat for at least another month. Every time I jerk off I’ll be thinking of today. You’ve ruined me.”
Jisung turns a flattering shade of pink and smiles bashfully.
“I’m serious,” Chenle insists. “I think I had an out-of-body experience. Honestly, I think I saw colors that haven’t ever been discovered yet.”
Jisung tosses the used napkins on the floor and snuggles back up to Chenle, wrapping his gangly limbs around him like a clingy starfish. “I’m glad, gege,” he says cheekily.
Chenle scowls before patting his hand gently. “We’ll discuss your hyung kink another time.” Nasty, nasty boy.
“Okay,” Jisung hums noncommittally. “Sure.”
They fall asleep like that, bare and pressed against each other underneath their hotel sheets.