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It conveniently happens one mid-afternoon when Heeseung’s being all Heeseung, and by that, Jaeyun means Heeseung’s got him facedown on his bed as he slowly takes him apart, rutting into Jaeyun so deep he feels like he’s gonna fucking choke on it.
“Hmf–oh,” Jaeyun whines brokenly into a pillow, mouth hanging open. Coherent speech continues to evade him due to the fact that he’s being dicked seven ways to Sunday and it’s so good he can barely even see, and Heeseung’s making him talk now, making him beg, asking him, “What do you want, huh? C’mon, sweet thing, let me hear you,” low and dirty, right in his ear, his grounding weight settled right on top of Jaeyun, formidable chest pressed right up against his back, and Jaeyun cracks, alright?
Anyone would, okay?
“Harder, Daddy, ” he slurs.
The words slip out in a rush, and then Jaeyun freezes, eyes blinking open as his brain catches up with his mouth, and.
Listen.
Don’t get him wrong, he’s no prude; he’s dabbled in his fair share of kinks. It’s not like he’s never called another man daddy before, he’s a sexually active twink, of-fucking-course he has, but it’s always been at their request rather than any particular urge to do so himself, and besides, those times were different . Those times all consisted of lazy groping in some backseat or suckjobs in some club or quickies in the darkness of some dingy bedroom, where they were just using each other to get off and whatever the other was into was of no real consequence to either of them. They didn’t care about each other, and it certainly didn’t matter to either of them.
But this is Heeseung, Lee Heeseung , who Jaeyun practically lives with now and cares about a terrifying amount and has eight o’clock dinner reservations with this evening, which is going to be awkward, because as of ten seconds ago, the unfortunate reality is that Jaeyun can never face him again.
So he goes rigid, and hopes that Heeseung’s sharp hearing has for some reason failed him today, but then Heeseung’s sitting up a little, taking his heavy warmth with him, and Jaeyun’s pressing his face harder into the sheets and flushing an even deeper shade of red.
“Jaeyun-ah, what was that?” Heeseung says, voice low. He doesn’t exactly sound disgusted with him. Still, Jaeyun squirms in sheer embarrassment.
“Nothing,” he squeaks into the mattress. “Nothing. Just. Keep going,” he says uselessly. Heeseung, of course, does not keep going. Instead, he pulls out of him so suddenly that Jaeyun yelps, before unceremoniously flipping Jaeyun over onto his back, presumably so he can make him look him in the eye and admit to his secret depravity like a man.
Jaeyun attempts to roll back over like a dumb puppy, maybe off of the bed too, but Heeseung pins him back down, strong hands grabbing his shoulders and laying him flat. Jaeyun groans and stubbornly looks away.
“ Jaeyunie ,” Heeseung tries, sounding a little gentler, grip loosening just a little. Somehow, that’s even worse.
“It’s nothing, hyung,” Jaeyun mumbles, staring at the nightstand.
“Jaeyun.”
“Just drop it,” he tells the lamp, self-conscious. If he’s ruined the mood irreparably and Heeseung can no longer look at him the same then Heeseung should just say that instead of trying to "Jaeyun” his way into one of his stupid, mature conversations about Jaeyun’s feelings or whatever.
“Certainly doesn’t sound like nothing,” he says.
Jaeyun refuses to give him any sort of answer, and Heeseung’s quiet for a moment, as if to emphasize how ridiculous he thinks Jaeyun is being.
Then, he’s settling between Jaeyun’s legs, spreading his thighs as he lines himself up again, which is promising, if nothing else. At least Jaeyun’s not beyond dicking. He’ll take it. Maybe he can seduce Heeseung into forgetting about his embarrassingly worst Freudian slip altogether. Drain his memory out of his dick or something.
“Hey, I know you’re worked up, but if you don’t unclench, you’re gonna hurt yourself,” Heeseung murmurs, sliding back into him, slow. Jaeyun grumbles, still prickly, but lets the air out of his lungs in a slow, shaky breath as Heeseung sinks into him, filling him up. The stretch of it forces a choked noise out of his throat, and Heeseung groans softly. “That’s it, honey, let me in,” he says. The pet name tugs something loose inside of Jaeyun. He wriggles, feeling himself melt a little, and Heeseung rumbles encouragingly as he pulls back, then rocks forwards, deeper. “Yeah, look at you.”
Jaeyun shivers at the sparks that the deep thrusts set loose, low in his gut. “Oh—” he breathes, mouth falling open. He rolls his head back around to blink up at Heeseung, meeting his intent, yet doe-like gaze, eyes on where he’s fucking into him. “H-Heeseungie-hyung…”
Heeseung hums, soft. “Yeah, right there, huh?” he says, big stupid cock pressing and dragging against his prostate and reminding Jaeyun of the fact that he’s still achingly hard against his quivering stomach, his hole clutching around the hard, insistent press of Heeseung’s cock. Jaeyun moans, canting his hips up towards him, sighing in satisfaction when Heeseung grabs hold of them for leverage as his cock plunges into him.
“There you go,” Heeseung murmurs, and Jaeyun wants to be wary, wants to stay on alert, because it’s not like Heeseung to be anything other than infuriatingly, relentlessly stubborn, but he can’t help it when he fucks him like this, hot and languid like he’s trying to unravel him, like Jaeyun’s a finely tuned instrument that he knows exactly how to play.
He doesn’t realize he’s whimpering quietly until he hears Heeseung talking, teasing him about it. Before Jaeyun can say anything back, he feels him rub a hand over his swollen shaft, squeezing and tugging at his balls, flushed hot and drawn painfully tight.
“Mhm, that’s it. All full for me, huh?” he asks, just as playful, fingers just gently massaging.
“Yeah,” Jaeyun breathes.
“You’re real sweet with a dick in you, you know that?” Heeseung says, moving faster, making Jaeyun squeal.
“Uh– Uh-huh ,” he cries out, shuddering. His thighs squeeze around Heeseung’s slender waist, pleasure shooting up his spine and flooding him with that same thrumming heat as before and God, he’s practically high as a kite as Heeseung rocks into him. Dangerous, his one remaining braincell screams at him.
Heeseung pinches his nipple, rolling the flushed peak between his thumb and forefinger.
Jaeyun mewls.
“You close?” Heeseung asks, an arm braced by Jaeyun’s head, voice getting rougher, meaner. “Hm, sweet thing? You gonna come for me?” he asks him again, fucking him good and rough, lips curving into a smile as Jaeyun shivers under his onslaught. “Yeah, look at that face.”
“Oh, f– fuck,” Jaeyun whines, lifting his hips, stretching out on the bed, grabbing at the sheets, at Heeseung, feeling like he needs to get out of his own body. It’s just that good.
“There you go,” Heeseung murmurs, rocking into him deep, grinding against his spot so good it has Jaeyun’s eyes rolling up in his head, has his mouth falling open on a choked, desperate whimper. “That’s it, I know,” Heeseung croons gently, mouthing at the bruised column of Jaeyun’s throat as he tips his head back, lets Heeseung press wet kisses there, lets him nip at his skin. “Mhm, real sweet of you, baby boy. Look how good you take it.”
Heeseung paws at Jaeyun’s thighs, pushing them up against his chest, ankles up on his shoulders. The burn of the stretch in Jaeyun’s hamstrings is making his cock twitch painfully, and holy fuck, he’s in even deeper, and it has Jaeyun gasping.
“I— I’m—”
“You’re what, huh?” Heeseung says, breath hot against Jaeyun’s skin, voice gravelly, fingers digging into him hard, pushing him into the mattress as his hips snap into him. “Gonna come all over Daddy’s cock like a good boy?”
Jaeyun’s heart thuds, heat jolting through him as the full weight of Heeseung’s words hit him square in the chest, balls drawing up so tight it fucking hurts.
“Hyung,” he gasps wetly, crying out as Heeseung bends him in half and fucks into his quivering body, and Jaeyun’s shuddering and burning and then doing exactly as Heeseung says, shaking as he spills all over himself, jerking about in Heeseung’s hold, mouth falling open around a squeal as Heeseung fucks him through it. Heeseung mouths at the spot beneath his ear, whispering soft, encouraging filth as Jaeyun spasms around his cock, nuzzling into his throat as he comes back to earth, his cock barely softened at all.
“Oh my god—” Jaeyun squeaks finally, not sure what he’s trying to say. Panting, his fingers dig into Heeseung’s shoulders hard, like he’s going to push him away, but is still deliberating.
“Look at you, all sweaty and flushed. What’s gotten into you, huh? You goin’ shy on me?” Heeseung smirks, saying that while they’re like this, Jaeyun on his back, legs spread wide, Heeseung still lazily fucking him.
“Ugh, I hate you,” Jaeyun pants, shoving at him ineffectually. Heeseung’s big hands squeeze down on Jaeyun’s tiny waist, tugging him down to meet his thrusts.
“Uh-huh, enough sweet talk. You gonna tell me what I want to hear, or are we gonna have to do this the hard way?” Jaeyun swallows, heart beating so fast he wonders if Heeseung can hear that too. “Oh, honey, you didn’t think I was gonna let it go, did you?” Heeseung says, gaze focused, intent, eyebrows drawing together in faux concern.
God, Jaeyun hates him, he hates him so much.
“I – don’t know what you mean,” Jaeyun lies between pathetic little open-mouthed pants.
“You don’t know what I mean,” Heeseung repeats dryly.
Swallowing, Jaeyun shakes his head again, red in the face. Heeseung grabs his jaw gently and stills it, makes him look at him, lips curving up into a smile at the expression on Jaeyun’s face.
“You really don’t, huh?”
“J-Just– it’s embarrassing! Okay?” Jaeyun whines. Even as he says the words, his cock twitches between them. Heeseung notices this, of course, gaze trailing southwards, eyes glinting dangerously as Jaeyun squeezes tighter around his length in response.
“Mm, you seem real ashamed of yourself,” Heeseung says, low.
“Heeseungie,” he wheedles.
“What is it, baby? What, you think I don’t already know how you need to be handled? Think I don’t notice how you get? Pushing all my buttons ‘til I get a hold of you and pound you real good? Huh? Look at me,” he says sharply, and Jaeyun opens his eyes again, barely even realizing he’d squeezed them shut. “What’s got you all bothered, baby?”
Jaeyun shifts in place, pulse thudding in his ears, feeling like he always does when Heeseung talks to him like this, treats him like this.
“Just. Feels dirty,” he manages, quiet. “I– thought– I thought maybe–” he halts.
“Thought what? I wouldn’t want to hear you callin’ me what I am?”
Jaeyun sucks in a breath, hard, eyes going wide.
“Oh,” he says dumbly.
He feels stupid now, but in another way, in the opposite direction, like he’s slow on the uptake. Hears a cartoonish voice in the back of his head proclaiming, surprise, dumbass! He’s been your daddy this entire time !
Heeseung smiles, looking a little exasperated, getting closer and pressing a sweet kiss to Jaeyun’s lips. Jaeyun’s breathing fast, a little shaky as Heeseung covers his body entirely with his, enveloping him.
“Easy,” he murmurs against Jaeyun’s lips. He thrusts into him, lazy rolls of his hips that make Jaeyun feel so fucking weak. “See what happens when you get all in your head? Creating problems that don’t exist, stressing yourself out like a dumb little puppy? Nothing wrong with knowing what you need, sweetheart. You can’t help it, can you? Only natural for a pretty little thing like you to wanna be taken care of.”
Jaeyun’s thoughts are slow, head heavy as he nods. His eyelids flutter as Heeseung grinds up into him, getting him wetter.
“Yeah, that’s it. You like that? You like how that dick feels inside you?” Heeseung rasps, and Jaeyun whimpers, throat tight. “Fuck,” Heeseung grunts, slamming into him suddenly, then again when Jaeyun cries out. “There you go, getting all soft and sugary on me. Want my come in you, baby boy? Want me to get you all filled, hm?”
Jaeyun slurs out an approximation of a yes, hips rolling up needily as Heeseung fucks him.
“Nuh-uh, don’t go all stupid on me just yet,” Heeseung rumbles, and Jaeyun whines as he squeezes his jaw again. “You gonna ask me properly? Gonna tell me who’s cock’s stuffing this greedy hole full?” Heeseung says, low, the coil in Jaeyun’s gut tightening dangerously, more and more with the deep, torturous drag of Heeseung’s cock against his sweet spot.
Heeseung’s fingers curl around his throat, and the light pressure is the last straw.
“ Yours, ” Jaeyun chokes, wrung out and panting.
“Who’s?” he demands, hips snapping forward.
“Da–” Jaeyun tips his head back, shivering and burning up at the same time, half afraid he’s going to ruin this, that Heeseung will laugh, tell him he’s filthy, and not in a good way. “ Daddy’s ,” he squeaks, finally, something inside him coming loose the second he says the word.
“Jesus fucking–” Heeseung bites out, fucking into him hard. “Tell Daddy what you need, baby. C’mon, let me hear you.”
“Want you to come in me,” Jaeyun burbles, letting out a sob as Heeseung’s thrusts get meaner, getting a little sloppier, a little rougher, like he does when he’s close. “Fuck– please, please Daddy – unh,” he chokes out as Heeseung pulls out of him all of a sudden.
He’s getting rolled over again suddenly, back in the same position as before, face in a pillow. Before he can so much as breathe, Heeseung settles over him and slides his thick cock back inside, so deep Jaeyun’s eyes roll up in his head.
“God, you beg pretty,” Heeseung growls, breath hot against his ear, smacking Jaeyun’s ass and then just kneading at the flesh, big hands grabbing and squeezing.
“O– Oh– God, Da-ah-addy,” Jaeyun’s whimpering, slack-jawed, whining like a fucking puppy, writhing against the bed as Heeseung fits himself up inside him, so much fucking deeper in this position, making Jaeyun feel dirty and wet and used.
“Shh, that’s it, I know, baby,” Heeseung’s crooning softly as Jaeyun sobs, the sound of skin against skin a drastic contrast to the sweetness of his voice. “How’re you still this tight, huh? Spend half my time fucking this needy little cunt open but I can barely switch positions without you squirming all over my cock like I’m popping your cherry.”
Jaeyun whines again, so hot he feels like he’s burning, trembling as Heeseung dicks him, The headboard crashing into the wall, the slick, messy squelch of his thrusts making his cock jerk and spill against his quivering stomach, grinding into the soft bed with each thrust, and then he’s coming again, sudden and sharp, slurring out moans of Heeseung’s name amongst shocked little gasps of, ah, ah, ah.
He’s left panting, sensitive, body going lax against the bed, easy and open for Heeseung, who doesn’t stop, just groans long and low as Jaeyun shivers and shakes, and then his vision is blurring even more, eyes wet as more tears slip out.
“Oh, honey , c’mere,” Heeseung murmurs, tugging Jaeyun up onto his knees, hand gently wrapping around Jaeyun’s throat and turning his head to the side so he can lick into his mouth as he fucks into him.
“Oh– fuck– Hyung,” Jaeyun whimpers, head going foggy as Heeseung touches him everywhere, grinding into him deep, making him jolt at the overstimulation. “F–uh–uck– oh –”
“What’s the matter, hm?” Heeseung asks, tugging Jaeyun down harshly onto his cock when he gives a weak sob in response. “Can’t take it, Jaeyunie?” Jaeyun sniffles, and Heeseung hushes him, sits Jaeyun in his lap, grabbing at the meat of his hips as he rocks in and out of him.
“Ngh.”
“Mhm, I know; not your fault, huh? That cotton candy brain of yours. Get you a little wet and it all melts away.”
“Daddy,” Jaeyun squeaks, again. “Daddy, please, I– oh–” he gasps, toes curling as Heeseung bottoms out, rutting into him so deep Jaeyun feels like he can taste it, mouth falling slack, panting softly.
“Oh my God, baby,” Heeseung groans, kissing him again, letting out a growl when Jaeyun sucks on his tongue and grinds down against him. His fingers dig into Jaeyun as he comes, an arm wrapped around his middle, the other bouncing Jaeyun in his lap as he shoots wet and warm inside of him.
They breathe each other in for a long moment, kissing languidly, Heeseung’s cock twitching and jerking inside of him. He lays Jaeyun gently down on his back, and Jaeyun hisses when he pulls out, earning some more gentle hushing. He feels bone-tired but also like there’s electricity in his veins as he blinks up at Heeseung from under hooded lids.
Jaeyun looks at him, half-waiting for the worst case scenario, but no, Heeseung looks right back down at him, steady and sure as ever with the most loving eyes he’s ever seen.
After a moment, Heeseung bumps their noses together gently.
“Can see your fight or flight instincts kicking in,” he murmurs.
“This is your fault you know,” Jaeyun says, accusatory. He’s also pouting.
“We’re going with fight, huh?” Heeseung says with a grin.
“I’m serious. I’ve never– and then you come along and now–” Jaeyun gestures vaguely between them. Heeseung seems to understand what he means, and looks delighted by it.
“Not my fault you need a big, strong man to put you in your place,” Heeseung teases. Jaeyun groans. “All the others never fit the bill, huh?”
Jaeyun pokes Heeseung in the chest. “Stop fishing for compliments, it’s not cute.”
"Who's fishing?" Heeseung asks, like he doesn't need to. Jaeyun rolls his eyes, and Heeseung kisses him, soft and sweet. Warmth unfurls in Jaeyun's chest.
"You have to carry me to the bathroom now," he mumbles. "I can't feel my legs."
"Oh, you can't, can you?" Heeseung says against his mouth. Jaeyun shakes his head, and Heeseung runs a hot hand up Jaeyun's thigh, curling it around his hip. "Quite the predicament you've gotten yourself into, huh? Even more defenseless than usual," he murmurs.
"Wh–" Jaeyun begins, unsure of where he's going with this, but then Heeseung slips his hand between Jaeyun's thighs, feeling him up slowly as if he's trying not to spook him.
"Shh, I'm just checking what the damage is, honey," he says, fingers pressing against his hole. "Mhm, look how slick and ready you are for it. Some big, bad man could really take advantage of that, couldn't he? Just pin you down and slide right in, teach you a lesson about letting yourself get so cock-drunk."
Jaeyun gives a quiet gasp, molten heat flooding him so quickly he jolts with it. Heeseung smiles like a shark smelling blood as he rubs his fingers over Jaeyun's swollen hole. He presses a finger shallowly inside him, making a low sound when Jaeyun squeezes around him, says, "Yeah, there you go. That hot little hole knows what it needs, huh?"
Jaeyun's breath catches in his throat, brain scrambled anew, suddenly unable to form coherent thoughts because oh.
"Oh," he chokes out.
Heeseung chuckles, then he removes his hand, scooping a dazed Jaeyun up in his arms and holding him against his chest as he carries him to the bathroom.
"Let's go get you cleaned up," he says casually, as if he hasn't left Jaeyun all bothered and hot like he's burning.
"How– how did you–"
"You're a lot more transparent than you think, Jaeyunie." Heeseung says amusedly, thumb stroking little circles into his thigh. “ My Jaeyunie.”
Heeseung is probably going to be the death of him.
But at least he'll die happy.