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Jihoon had just finished a long day in Universe Factory. He leaned back in his chair and stretched, feeling the tightness in his shoulders and neck. He had been working non-stop for hours, focused on finishing songs for the albums the group were planning to release while he and Soonyoung were in the military.
His eyes were tired, and his brain felt a little slow from thinking too much about melodies and lyrics. He picked up his phone, deciding to relax for a few minutes before heading home. Scrolling through social media always helped him take his mind off things.
That’s when he saw it.
Jihoon blinked at the screen. He sat up a little straighter. Wonho? Oh, right, Soonyoung had mentioned they were meeting up to film something. A dance video, maybe.
He clicked on the video and smiled. At first, it was just cool to watch. Wonho and Soonyoung moved perfectly together, both full of energy and confidence. The beat was strong, and their steps matched the rhythm in such a clean sharp way. Jihoon nodded a little, impressed even though he had seen Soonyoung dance like this many times before.
And then Soonyoung dropped to the floor.
Jihoon froze.
Soonyoung began grinding on the floor, his hips rolling slowly. Then he thrust his hips up into the air—once, twice, with smooth, strong movements that looked almost too natural.
Jihoon felt his whole body tense.
His throat was suddenly dry. His hand lowered from the phone to his lap, where he now felt the heat rising, his jeans were getting tighter by the second.
“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, eyes still glued to the screen.
This wasn’t the first time Jihoon had seen Soonyoung dance like this. Soonyoung had done sexy choreo before, both on stage and during practice. Jihoon had even seen him live, up close, more than once ofcourse, but this felt different.
Maybe it was because they hadn’t had sex in two weeks. Both of them were too busy with schedules and preparing for enlistment. Jihoon kept telling himself he was fine, that he could wait. He had work to focus on. They had so many things to finish before leaving.
But now, watching Soonyoung on the floor, moving his hips like that? Jihoon felt anything but fine.
His pants were tight. His body was too warm. He shifted in his seat, trying to ease the pressure, but it didn’t help.
He locked his phone quickly, trying to stop himself from watching again. But it was useless. The image was already stuck in his head. Soonyoung’s lip bites, his strong thighs, the way he rolled his hips like he knew someone was watching.
Jihoon let out a long sigh and leaned back on the couch.
Why did he have to be so hot?
Why now, when Jihoon was too tired and horny to even think straight? When he’s not even straight in the first place.
He looked at his phone again. Soonyoung was probably still at his dance studio. Jihoon could call him. Maybe just to talk. Or maybe…
He groaned softly, covering his face with one hand as he used the other one to tug on his hair.
There was no way he’d survive until tomorrow if Soonyoung didn’t come home soon.
—
Right after watching the video, Jihoon couldn’t sit still any longer. His body was hot, and his mind was full of thoughts he couldn’t push away. He grabbed his things and left the studio quickly, pulling his hoodie over his head, trying to hide the blush on his face.
Since Jihoon couldn’t drive to save his life, he booked a cab like he always does. The drive home wasn’t long, but it felt like forever. He kept biting on his lower lip whenever the car stopped at red lights, trying to calm himself down. But every time he blinked, he could see Soonyoung’s body grinding on the floor again, vividly from his memory.
It was driving him crazy.
When he finally reached their condo, he punched in the code to their front door hastily and stepped inside. Jihoon sighed, thankful to be in the place that felt the most like home. They had been living together in secret for quite awhile now. Not because they were ashamed, or because they didn’t trust Carats. But sometimes, they just wanted a part of their lives that was only theirs. Something not touched by cameras, interviews, or the media.
As soon as Jihoon stepped in, a soft meow greeted him from the hallway.
“Hey, buddy,” he smiled tiredly.
His cat came padding up with slow steps to welcome him home, tail raised high, rubbing against Jihoon’s leg. Jihoon crouched down and gave him a few gentle strokes behind the ears. “I missed you too,” he whispered.
The small moment helped him relax for a bit. He stood up and dropped his bag by the door before heading straight to the bedroom. He kicked off his shoes and shrugged out of his hoodie, the cool air hitting his skin making him shiver slightly.
But once he stepped into the room, it hit him all over again.
The video.
Soonyoung.
Those fucking hip thrusts.
Jihoon groaned and dragged his hand down his face, ruffling his hair in frustration. “Why is he like this?” he muttered to himself, already feeling the heat crawl up his neck again.
He needed to cool off. Maybe a shower would help.
Jihoon headed into their bathroom, flipping on the light. The shower space was wide, with a dark tiled wall and a glass door they barely ever closed. It wasn’t just a place to clean up, it held memories too. Dirty ones.
He turned on the water and stepped under the stream, letting it hit his back and shoulders. The heat should’ve relaxed him, but instead, it made everything worse.
Because now, standing under the water, he remembered.
He remembered the last time Soonyoung had him right here.
It was late. They were both exhausted. But something had snapped when Soonyoung saw Jihoon walking around in one of his tank tops, hair messy and legs bare. He had cornered Jihoon against the sink, kissing him rough and deep until they were stumbling into the shower half-naked and fully desperate.
Jihoon had gasped as the hot water hit them, but Soonyoung hadn’t even paused. He had grabbed Jihoon’s waist, spun him around, and pressed him up against the wet wall. The sound of water splashing around them only made the moans louder.
Soonyoung had whispered in Jihoon’s ear, voice thick with hunger. Jihoon remembered clinging to the wall, legs shaking as Soonyoung fucked him hard.
The memory rushed back too clearly.
Jihoon’s hands trembled slightly as he reached up to the back of his neck, wetting his hair while trying his best to breathe.
It didn’t help.
His cock was painfully hard now. He was painfully aware of the water running down his chest, of the empty space behind him. His body missed Soonyoung. He leaned forward, pressing both palms to the tiled wall, trying to steady himself. He bit down on his bottom lip as his mind filled with more memories. Soonyoung's voice calling his name, the sharp sting of teeth on his shoulder, the grip of strong hands holding his hips steady while he lost himself completely.
“Fuck,” Jihoon whispered with a shaky voice.
This was torture.
He let his head hang, water dripping from his hair down his face. His heart was racing, and every part of him screamed for touch, for Soonyoung.
The shower, instead of calming him down, had only made him hornier.
Worse, even.
—
Jihoon shut off the water with a shaky breath. The heat inside him hadn’t gone away, in fact, it felt worse now, coiled low in his belly and pulsing between his legs.
He grabbed a towel and dried off quickly before slipping into his soft bathrobe, barely bothering to tie it properly. His hands were restless, twitching like they didn’t know what to do with themselves. He stepped out of the bathroom, walking slowly into the bedroom, the room was dark with only the lamp by Soonyoung’s side of the bed illuminating a small source of light.
Jihoon stood still for a moment, breathing through his nose. He ran a hand through his damp hair, heart still pounding. He bit his bottom lip. His whole body was burning, it was on fire.
He didn’t want to wait anymore.
Slowly, he walked toward the bed, loosening the knot of his robe. The fabric slid off his shoulders and dropped to the floor with a soft thud, pooling at his feet. Now completely naked, he climbed onto the bed and lay back against the pillows. The sheets were cool against his heated skin.
He let his legs fall open, his knees bending slightly. His hand trailed over his chest, fingertips grazing across his own skin. He sighed at the sensation, closing his eyes as he gently rolled one of his nipples between his fingers. A soft gasp left his lips, his back arching just a little.
His other hand moved lower, fingers ghosting over his stomach before dipping between his thighs. He reached behind himself, fingertips brushing over that sensitive spot, breathing getting heavier.
In his mind, it wasn’t his hand.
It was Soonyoung’s.
He imagined Soonyoung kneeling in front of him, eyes dark with hunger as he whispered Jihoon’s name.
Jihoon moaned softly, circling his nipple again, his hips shifting on the sheets. “S-Soonyoung…” he breathed.
He imagined the way Soonyoung always kissed down his chest, tongue hot against his skin, always knowing how to make him squirm. The way his fingers were never gentle when Jihoon was desperate. Fucking into him while he whispered filth in his ear.
Jihoon moaned again, louder this time, pressing a finger in slowly. His mouth fell open, eyes fluttering shut. He used his free hand to pinch his nipple harder now, the sting felt so good.
“Soonyoung baby, please…” he gasped almost begging, bucking his hips.
He wanted to cry from how empty he still felt.
One finger wasn’t enough. Nothing ever was, not when he was used to Soonyoung’s thick fingers, his rough fingering, his voice commanding him to take it.
He added another finger, pushing in deeper making his body tense and toes curl. “F-fuck, baby…” he whimpered. “I need you so bad.”
Jihoon’s mind was gone now, lost completely in the image of Soonyoung’s body above him—sweaty and wild, lips biting down on Jihoon’s neck, whispering that he was his, only his.
Every roll of his hips, every soft cry that left his lips. He gave it all to the version of Soonyoung in his head.
He moaned his name again and again, unable to hold back anymore.
—
Soonyoung was more tired than he realized. His schedule had gone longer than expected, but he didn’t mind, he loved dancing. Still, the only thing he could think about now was getting home, peeling off his sweat-drenched clothes, and climbing into bed with Jihoon, even if it was just to sleep for a few hours.
As he reached their front door and punched in the code, he paused.
The kitchen light was on.
He blinked. That’s strange. Jihoon usually turned off all the lights when he was alone.
But then he smiled to himself. “He must’ve come home early,” he murmured.
If it had been his sister randomly barging in again, something she had done once or twice, Latte would’ve been here too, barking excitedly or making a mess on the floor. But the apartment was peaceful.
Soonyoung’s heart warmed.
He placed his bag by the door and stepped out of his shoes, already looking forward to surprising Jihoon with a hug from behind.
Maybe they could cuddle a bit, even if they were both tired. Or maybe if Jihoon wasn’t too sleepy they could finally do something about the two weeks of tension that had built up between them.
He made his way toward their shared bedroom, but froze in the hallway.
His ears perked at the sound.
A low, breathy moan.
Then another sharper this time. And it was followed by something that made his whole body go still:
“…Soonyoung…”
His name. Said in that voice.
Soonyoung’s mouth fell open slightly. He took another step closer. The door was slightly ajar, and through it, he heard the soft rustling of sheets and the unmistakable wet sound of fingers thrusting. Jihoon's moans grew louder, raw and desperate.
Soonyoung swallowed hard.
The image hit him before he even saw it.
Jihoon, alone in bed, fingering himself while chanting his name like a prayer. It made something deep inside Soonyoung tighten and heat up instantly.
He pushed the door open slowly, careful not to startle him.
And then he saw.
Jihoon was lying back against the pillows, completely naked, his legs spread wide. One hand was between his thighs, fingers buried inside himself, the other hand pinching his pink perky nipple, his back slightly arched from the sheets. His hair was damp, skin glowing under the soft bedside light. His lips were parted, face flushed, and he didn’t even hear the door open, too lost in the pleasure, too far gone in whatever fantasy had taken over.
Soonyoung stared, frozen at his spot as if his feet were glued on the floor.
Jihoon gasped out his name again, hips rolling as his fingers moved faster, moaning laced with desire and need Soonyoung hadn’t seen in a while.
He didn't look like the composed, serious producer most people saw. Right now, he looked wrecked but beautiful. A sight only reserved for Kwon Soonyoung himself.
And all of it every sound, every movement was for him.
Soonyoung felt heat shoot straight to his core, his pants suddenly far too tight.
He stepped inside without a word, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.
Soonyoung leaned against the door, arms crossed as he took in the full view before him.
His eyes trailed slowly over Jihoon’s sexy and toned body, the way his fingers moved between his legs. His mouth went dry at the sight, but he managed to let out a low, amused whistle.
And that finally caught his boyfriend’s attention. Jihoon’s eyes snapped open.
For a split second, there was surprise in them but it quickly melted something dangerous.
He didn’t pull the sheets over himself. He didn’t look embarrassed.
Instead, he smirked.
Slowly, Jihoon spread his legs wider on the bed, giving Soonyoung an even better view of exactly what he was doing to himself.
"Enjoying the show?" Jihoon asked, voice low and teasing, breathless from moaning but not shy at all. His fingers didn’t stop moving. If anything, they went deeper and slower as if he was putting on a performance just for Soonyoung.
Soonyoung’s whistled even more, “so fucking sexy, baby.”
Jihoon let out a louder moan this time, his hand moving up to his chest to play with his other nipple. He was completely relaxed now.
Head tipped back slightly, thighs shaking just enough to drive Soonyoung crazy.
“I miss you so much,” Jihoon said between pants. “And I’ve been so… so needy.”
Soonyoung’s tongue darted out to wet his lips.
He didn’t move yet. He just stared, watching his boyfriend completely lose himself, all while talking like that.
Jihoon bit down on his bottom lip, eyes locked on Soonyoung. His voice dropped, deeper and filthier now. “You know your fingers feel better than mine, right? You always stretch me so well…”
Soonyoung exhaled harshly through his nose.
Jihoon smiled lazily. “Bet you’re already hard, aren’t you?”
He was. Painfully.
And Jihoon knew it.
“Why don’t you just come here,” Jihoon whispered, lips curving up as his breath hitched. “And fuck me like the whore I am.”
He moaned again as he curled his fingers inside himself. Then he pulled out all of his fingers to grab his ass globes with both of his hands, pulling them apart to expose his tight pink hole begging to be drilled. “Please, baby... I’m dripping just thinking about your cock fuck this needy little.”
Soonyoung’s self-control snapped and started walking toward the bed, eyes locked on Jihoon like a hunter closing in. With that, Jihoon went back to fingering himself again.
Jihoon just smirked wider, licking his lips.
“I knew that would get you.”
As Soonyoung stepped closer to the bed,
Jihoon pulled his fingers out slowly once more, eyes still locked on his boyfriend. His chest rose and fell with every shaky breath, and his skin glistened with sweat and arousal.
Without saying a word, Jihoon raised the same hand he’d been using and held up two slick fingers in front of him, the very same fingers he used to finger himself.
Then he curled one finger slowly, beckoning the taller.
Soonyoung’s eyes darkened instantly. He moved without hesitation, climbing onto the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress.
Jihoon didn’t drop his hand. He offered it up, daring him.
Soonyoung grabbed Jihoon’s wrist gently, then leaned down and took that finger into his mouth slowly.
Jihoon gasped softly, eyes fluttering at the sight of Soonyoung sucking on his finger, tasting him, his tongue swirling in slow circles.
“Mmm,” Soonyoung hummed as he pulled off with a soft pop. His voice was deep, almost growling. “You taste delicious.”
That was all it took.
Jihoon pulled him forward by the wrist, crashing their mouths together in a messy, hungry kiss. Their lips moved with no pattern, just needy and sloppy. Jihoon licked into
Soonyoung’s mouth, moaning as their tongues tangled and teeth clicked. Saliva smeared between them. But neither of them cared.
Soonyoung’s hands gripped Jihoon’s waist as if trying to pull him closer, while Jihoon’s fingers were already sliding under Soonyoung’s shirt, pushing the fabric up slowly.
He broke the kiss just long enough to tug it off completely and toss it somewhere behind them. Then Jihoon’s eyes dropped.
He traced his fingers down Soonyoung’s chest, dragging them over firm pecs, letting his nails lightly scratch over the smooth, warm skin. He smiled, as his hands moved lower over defined abs, following the trail of muscle like a map he knew by heart.
“So hot,” Jihoon whispered, breathless. “You’re always so fucking hot.”
Soonyoung leaned down and kissed him again, deeper this time, both of them groaning against each other’s mouths. Jihoon’s hands kept exploring, his fingers were greedy and hungry, mapping every line and dip of
Soonyoung’s body as if he hadn’t done it a hundred times already.
As Jihoon’s fingers trailed lower, he let his hand press down against the thick and hard bulge in Soonyoung’s pants. He palmed it slowly, rubbing teasingly, and felt Soonyoung twitch under his touch.
Soonyoung let out a low groan and leaned back a little, giving Jihoon space but not without smirking.
“You want it that bad, huh?” he said huskily. He reached down, resting his own hand over Jihoon’s, keeping their palms pressed together over the tent in his pants. “You want my cock, baby?”
Jihoon looked up at him, lips parted, eyes burning.
“So fucking bad,” he breathed. “Been thinking about it since you posted that damn video. You made me this hard. You made me touch myself.”
Soonyoung chuckled, voice deep and wicked.
“God, you’re unbelievable.” He leaned down and kissed Jihoon’s jaw, slowly dragging his mouth to his ear. “You know that? You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re needy. Look at you spread out, begging, dripping for me like a good little slut.”
Jihoon whimpered softly, still rubbing him through the pants. “Then fuck me like your good slut. Fill me up. You’re so hard already, I know you want to.”
“Oh, I do,” Soonyoung growled, pulling back just enough to look at Jihoon fully. “I want to ruin you tonight. Make you scream my name until the neighbors know exactly who’s making you come.”
Jihoon licked his lips, not even trying to hide his moan. “You talk too much,” he whispered.
“Why don’t you shut me up with your cock then?”
Soonyoung hissed through his teeth. “Fuck, baby. You really are desperate tonight.”
“I’m not the only one,” Jihoon shot back, squeezing the bulge in Soonyoung’s pants.
“You’re rock hard. Your cock’s been begging to be inside me since the second you walked in.”
Soonyoung laughed breathlessly, completely turned on. “You think you can talk dirty and get away with it, huh?”
“come on,” Jihoon said, smirking now. “You love it. You love when I get like this for you. Shameless and needy.”
That made something snap in Soonyoung. He grabbed Jihoon’s face and kissed him again, rougher now. They only broke apart to inhale air.
Still breathless from their messy kiss, Jihoon reached down with trembling fingers and tugged at the waistband of Soonyoung’s pants. “Off,” he whispered, a bit demanding. “Now.”
Soonyoung grinned, his eyes gleaming. “Yes, baby.”
He stood just enough to help Jihoon, fingers moving fast to unbutton and slide his pants down. Jihoon leaned forward eagerly, wanting to help but paused as soon as the fabric dropped and revealed everything.
Jihoon blinked. Then his eyes widened.
Soonyoung wasn’t wearing anything underneath. No boxers. No briefs.
Nothing.
“You seriously went commando?” Jihoon asked, his voice a little breathless but it was laced with amusement. His gaze immediately dropped to the fully hard and angry length now, free between Soonyoung’s thighs.
Soonyoung just smirked and leaned in close.
“Didn’t expect to use it tonight,” he whispered against Jihoon’s lips. “Guess I got lucky.”
Jihoon’s smirk matched his. “I’m the lucky one,” he murmured. “This is the best surprise I’ve had all week.”
Soonyoung’s lips crashed into his, tongue sweeping in like he couldn’t get enough. The kiss was a pure need. Jihoon melted into it, his own lips parting without hesitation.
Soonyoung pulled back just a little, his hand cradling Jihoon’s jaw, holding it open while their eyes were locked together.
“Keep that mouth open for me,” Soonyoung whispered, voice ragged. His thumb traced Jihoon’s lower lip, then he leaned in and let a string of spit fall past his tongue and into Jihoon’s mouth.
Jihoon shivered as it landed on his tongue with eyes wide, cheeks burning and breath stolen.
The way Soonyoung looked at him right then with fire, with ownership, with pride was too much.
“You take everything I give you,” Soonyoung murmured sexily. “Even this.”
Their faces were still so close, lips barely apart.
Jihoon’s heart thundered, his eyes fluttering shut before flicking open again at the sound of Soonyoung’s voice.
Without waiting, Jihoon wrapped one hand around Soonyoung’s thick shaft, slowly stroking from base to tip. Soonyoung hissed above him, eyes fluttering as Jihoon leaned forward and pressed a soft, wet kiss to the tip.
“Shit,” Soonyoung groaned, watching his boyfriend do his magic.
Jihoon licked a slow line down the length. He pressed kisses along the side, letting his tongue swirl at the base before trailing back up again.
“You’re already leaking,” Jihoon whispered, voice full of heat and pride. “Just from watching me touch myself.”
Soonyoung gripped the headboard behind
Jihoon, trying to stay still. “You were moaning my name, baby. You think I wouldn’t get hard watching you fuck yourself on your fingers?”
Jihoon smiled wickedly and kissed the tip again. “Now I want you twitching under my tongue.”
And with that, he took him into his mouth slowly, inch by inch, tongue swirling and lips sealing tightly around him. His hand stroked the base while he sucked gently, looking up through heavy lashes, eyes full of heat.
Soonyoung groaned loud, head falling back.
“Fuck, Jihoon. That mouth, your mouth was made for this.”
Jihoon moaned around him, making the sensation even wetter, deeper and hotter. He pulled off with a soft gasp, licking his lips.
“I’m gonna make you lose your mind before you even get inside me,” Jihoon whispered, pumping him slowly.
Soonyoung’s eyes burned with desire.
“You already are.”
Jihoon licked a long stripe up Soonyoung’s length, his lips brushing teasingly over the sensitive head before opening up again. His hand stroked what he couldn’t yet fit as he looked up through dark lashes.
Soonyoung let out a sharp breath, his fingers tangling in Jihoon’s damp hair. “Shit, baby… you’ve gotten too good at this.”
Jihoon hummed around him, eyes fluttering shut as he relaxed his throat and took more pushing deeper, trusting his body. His gag reflex didn’t even twitch. He’d learned how to handle Soonyoung perfectly. Every inch. Every pulse. Every sound Soonyoung made when he hit the back of his throat.
Soonyoung's hips jerked forward slightly then he paused.
“Can I?” he asked, afterall no matter how rough he can get at times, he always asks for consent.
Jihoon looked up, cheeks flushed, lips stretched around his cock and nodded. Just barely. But it was enough.
That was all Soonyoung needed.
He tightened his grip in Jihoon’s hair, holding him steady. “Good boy,” he whispered, praising his baby. “You know I love fucking your throat.”
Then he started to move.
He pulled back slowly, then pushed his hips forward. Jihoon took it, his throat swallowing around him, spit beginning to pool at the corners of his lips. His hands gripped Soonyoung’s thighs for balance, letting Soonyoung set the pace.
And god, Soonyoung knew the rhythm Jihoon liked. How deep, how fast, how long to hold at the back of his throat before pulling out again. He didn’t need to be guided. He had Jihoon memorized by now.
“You take me so fucking well,” he groaned, thrusting into Jihoon’s mouth again, deeper this time. “So eager. So good for me.”
Jihoon’s eyes were glassy now, but they shone with lust, pride, and a hunger that only got stronger the more Soonyoung took control.
“You love it when I use you like this, don’t you?” Soonyoung panted, voice low. “You love being on your knees for me.”
Jihoon moaned in answer and that vibration made Soonyoung curse under his breath, thrusting a little faster. The wet sounds echoed in the room, spit dripping down Jihoon’s chin, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t want to.
He was perfect with his lips red and stretched, throat swallowing around every inch Soonyoung gave him, tears clinging to his lashes from the intensity but still holding his gaze.
“God, you look so fucking pretty when you’re full of my cock,” Soonyoung groaned, rocking into him deeper, slower now though. “You were made for this, baby. You were made to take me.”
Jihoon’s fingers dug into Soonyoung’s thighs, moaning around him, making the pleasure skyrocket.
“Should I come down your throat?” Soonyoung asked, breathless. “You gonna swallow every drop like the good boy you are?”
Jihoon nodded again, mouth still full, drool clinging to his chin and Soonyoung’s hips stuttered at the sight, already feeling the edge closing in.
Then he exploded, spurting his cum inside Jihoon’s mouth. Soonyoung's breathing was still uneven, his hand gently caressing Jihoon's cheek as he pulled out of his mouth. Jihoon swallowed everything without hesitation, licking his lips, eyes dark with lust and satisfaction. Soonyoung leaned in, brushing his thumb across the corner of Jihoon's lips.
“You’re unreal,” he murmured, pressing a grateful kiss to Jihoon’s swollen mouth.
They stayed there for a moment, letting the heat simmer between them, the kind of silence that only existed between people who knew each other’s bodies and hearts completely. Jihoon was the first to move, standing slowly, then climbing up the bed with a look Soonyoung knew too well.
He lay back without a word, lips parted as Jihoon straddled his chest, then his shoulders, knees pressing into the mattress on either side of Soonyoung’s head. Jihoon was flushed, breath hitching slightly as he looked down, his fingers gripping the headboard for balance.
“Let me take care of you,” Soonyoung said, hands already settling on Jihoon’s thighs.
Jihoon bit his lip and lowered himself, body trembling slightly as he felt Soonyoung’s mouth meet his hole with no teasing and no hesitation. Jihoon gasped, head tilting back against the wall, one hand curling into the pillow while the other stayed clenched tight on the wooden frame above.
“God,” he whispered, already falling apart, “just like that…”
Soonyoung groaned in response, the sound sending vibrations that made Jihoon’s breath catch. There was something worshipful about the way Soonyoung held him, he was eating his ass like crazy. And Jihoon loved it. Loved being taken apart by the one person who knew exactly how to do it.
He moved his hips gently, chasing the rhythm, gasping every time Soonyoung’s tongue found just the right place, every time his lips pulled him in deeper. The sounds in the room were messy whimpers, breathy moans, Soonyoung’s muffled groans against his skin.
“Don’t stop—please, don’t stop, eat that slutty hole,” Jihoon moaned, thighs tightening around Soonyoung’s head as he rode his face. “You’re so good at this, babe. You always—fuck—always know what I need…”
Soonyoung gripped his hips tighter, letting Jihoon move while he gave everything because he needed this too. Needed to feel Jihoon come undone above him. Needed to make him forget about the stress, the schedules, the looming goodbye that neither of them wanted to talk about just yet.
Jihoon was close, his whole body trembling, thighs taut, breath coming in broken gasps. Soonyoung felt it in the way his hips started to stutter, in the soft, desperate moans falling from his lips.
But just when he thought Jihoon would let go, Jihoon suddenly shifted. He pulled away slightly, eyes glazed and pupils blown wide, hair damp with sweat. He leaned down and kissed Soonyoung hard hungry and messy, before whispering against his lips, “I want you inside me.”
Soonyoung’s hands tightened on Jihoon’s waist. “You sure?”
Jihoon nodded, already reaching down between them, guiding Soonyoung where he wanted, where he needed him. “I’ve been aching for you since I saw that damn video,” he breathed, grinding down just enough to make them both groan. “You don’t get to tease the world like that and leave me dry for two weeks.”
Soonyoung chuckled low in his throat. “So the floor grinding got you that worked up, huh?”
Jihoon smirked. “You know exactly what it does to me.”
And then slowly, carefully he sank down onto Soonyoung, gasping as he took him in fully. Both of them let out moans, raw and deep, the stretch and heat and pressure overwhelming after so many days apart.
“Fuck,” Soonyoung whispered, his head falling back into the pillow. “You feel like heaven.”
Jihoon didn’t speak, he just moved. He rolled his hips slowly, hands braced on Soonyoung’s chest. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment before locking back on Soonyoung’s face.
“You’re so deep, babe… so good,” he murmured. “I missed this cock so much. Missed you.”
Soonyoung sat up a bit, grabbing Jihoon’s hips and helping guide the rhythm, thrusting up to meet each roll of Jihoon’s body. “You’re incredible,” he groaned, “Look at you riding my cock like that, taking me so well. My beautiful, needy baby…”
“Say more,” Jihoon demanded, biting his lip, grinding down harder. “Talk to me.”
Soonyoung smirked, breath caught in his throat. “You love being filled, don’t you? Love sitting on my cock, knowing no one else gets to see you like this. You’re mine, baby. Only mine.”
Jihoon moaned, riding faster, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “Yours. Always yours.”
“I’m gonna make you come so hard you forget your name,” Soonyoung promised, gripping him tighter, thrusts meeting Jihoon’s in perfect rhythm. “You look so fucking hot when you’re this desperate for me.”
Jihoon let out a cry, the pleasure building fast now his whole body tightening, moving faster, harder. “Soonyoung—don’t stop—please—”
“I won’t,” Soonyoung growled. “Give it to me, baby. Come for me.”
And with one last deep thrust to his sweet spot, Jihoon shattered, his whole body shaking, falling forward into Soonyoung’s chest as he cried out his name, lost in the high.
His body was trembling, oversensitive and slick with sweat, but he still refused to let go of Soonyoung who had slumped down beside him, catching his own breath.
For a few long moments, only the sound of their breathing filled the room.
Soonyoung reached out, brushing Jihoon’s damp bangs back from his face. “You okay?” he asked, thumb tracing his jaw gently.
Jihoon gave a lazy nod, lips curled in a satisfied smirk. “More than okay.”
Soonyoung chuckled. “You’re ridiculous. Who comes home this needy and ends up like that?”
“You’re the one who posted a video dry-humping the air with Wonho, what did you expect?” Jihoon replied, voice still breathless.
Soonyoung’s grin turned wicked. “Horny?”
“Very horny,” Jihoon corrected.
They both laughed, leaning into each other without thinking. But then Soonyoung’s hand slid down Jihoon’s back again innocently at first, until his palm settled just above the curve of his ass. Jihoon shivered.
“…You’re not done, are you?” Soonyoung asked, already sensing the answer.
Jihoon turned his head slightly, lips brushing against Soonyoung’s as he whispered, “Not even close.”
That was all it took.
The next thing they both knew, Soonyoung was already pulling Jihoon on top of him, letting him straddle his waist once again, afterall he knows how much Jihoon loves the cowgirl position. Jihoon hissed softly at the contact, his body sore but his desire still simmering. He braced his hands on Soonyoung’s chest, fingers tracing the curves of his pecs and abs again.
“I swear,” Soonyoung groaned, “you climb on top of me like that and I forget my own name.”
Jihoon tilted his head with a sultry grin. “Then shut up and let me ride you until you remember.”
Soonyoung let out a deep laugh, his hands settling at Jihoon’s hips. “Yes, sir.”
Jihoon sank down with a shaky breath, both of them groaning in unison. Grinding his hips intensely.
Soonyoung watched, completely entranced, hands tightening as Jihoon rolled above him. “God, baby… you’re so fucking sexy.”
Jihoon leaned down, whispering hotly against his ear, “You like watching your cock disappear inside me, don’t you?”
Soonyoung groaned, fingers digging in. “You have no idea.”
They moved together in sync, the pace building again slower than before, but even more intense. Soonyoung’s eyes trailed back down and there it was. That outline of his dick on Jihoon’s belly, even more visible now on Jihoon’s toned buddy as he rode him.
“I’ll never get over that,” he whispered, brushing his hand over it.
Jihoon only moaned louder, grabbing Soonyoung’s wrist to press his palm tighter against it.
“Then don’t,” he said, voice wrecked. “Remember everything.”
Jihoon broke when Soonyoung finally hit his prostate.
“I—I’m—cumming—!”
He cried out, voice cracking as the orgasm ripped through him without warning. His whole body clenched up, hole fluttering wildly against Soonyoung’s dick.
Then, suddenly a switch inside Soonyoung was turned on. So with no warning, he grabbed Jihoon again.
“Baby—wait—!” Jihoon whined as Soonyoung pulled him forward, manhandling him like nothing, flipping him over onto the bed face-down, ass in the air, legs splayed wide.
“You’re not done,” Soonyoung growled, his cock already rock-hard and leaking, angling down to that twitching hole.
“W-wait—too much—I just—” Jihoon sobbed, chest heaving as he looked back over his shoulder, eyes wide and tear-glassy.
Soonyoung didn’t listen. He knows Jihoon can manage.
He thrust back in, in one smooth, deep, brutal motion.
“Fuck—!” Jihoon screamed, nails scratching the sheets as his entire body jerked from the force of it. His oversensitive hole was still clenching from his orgasm, and the sudden stretch, the fullness, it was too much.
Too much, and yet not enough.
“Soons, Soonyoung—please—” Jihoon sobbed, body rocking forward with each punishing thrust, the wet squelch echoing between them. “It’s so much, you’re too deep—I can’t—!”
“You can,” Soonyoung hissed, hand gripping the nape of Jihoon’s neck, holding him down as his hips slammed into him, over and over. “You’ll take all of it. I just loosened you with my dick and you’re still this tight? You were made to be fucked stupid.”
Jihoon was sobbing now, pleasure and pain blurring, his overstimulated body clenching uncontrollably as Soonyoung’s thick cock hit his swollen prostate again and again. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, his belly bulging again with every thrust.
“You’re already twitching around me,” Soonyoung grunted, sweat dripping from his body. “You gonna cum again? Gonna make a mess just from being used?”
“Y-yes—yes, I—I can’t stop—!”
And still, Soonyoung didn’t slow down. He fucked Jihoon through the aftershocks of his intense orgasm, straight into overstimulation, his cock abusing every swollen nerve inside the producer until Jihoon’s cries turned into broken, muffled sobs. Jihoon felt like he reached heaven by this point.
“This is what you love, isn’t it?” Soonyoung whispered into his ear, thrusting deep. “Getting bred while you’re crying. Getting ruined while your hole’s already wrecked. You’re mine, Jihoon. All mine.”
Jihoon nodded desperately, tears streaking his face as he arched his back higher, body begging for more even as it trembled from too much.
“Yours,” he gasped. “Only yours—please—don’t stop—don’t ever stop—!”
Jihoon continuously moaned, long and broken, his body jerking each time Soonyoung’s cock hit that spot, the same angle, the same grind he saw in his dance video. Soonyoung was hitting his prostate after, “You remember it, don’t you?” Soonyoung growled, leaning down until his chest was against Jihoon’s back, his thrusts growing slower but deeper, grinding in cruel, perfect circles. “The way my hips moved in that video? That roll? That snap?”
He snapped his hips forward.
Jihoon screamed, drool smearing on the fabric.
“That’s the same grind I’m using to fuck your sweet little hole right now,” Soonyoung whispered against Jihoon’s ear, biting down gently before licking the shell. “Your pretty boy cunt’s love it”
Jihoon’s moans turned into whimpers.
“Can’t believe this hole is still tight after everything,” Soonyoung muttered, almost reverent. “Still pulsing like it’s begging for more. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t even close around me anymore.”
He thrust again, brutal and deep, and Jihoon twitched.
Soonyoung’s breath hitched as he finally released inside Jihoon, just the way Jihoon loved it. Jihoon’s body clenched tightly around him, lips parting in a soft moan as they stayed connected. It took them a few minutes to calm down from the high.
They melted into each other, Soonyoung pulling Jihoon close for a slow kiss.
When they finally broke apart, Jihoon rested his forehead against Soonyoung’s. “I missed you today.”
Soonyoung smiled.“Me too, baby. The day felt so long without you.”
Jihoon shifted slightly, feeling the presence of Soonyoung still buried inside him. It was comforting, an unspoken promise that even if they were apart by schedules or distance soon, right now they were exactly where they belonged.
“So, how was your day?” Jihoon asked, tracing lazy circles on Soonyoung’s back.
Soonyoung let out a soft chuckle. “Busy. But thinking about you made it easier.”
Jihoon grinned, fingers tightening around Soonyoung’s arm. “Same here. I was working on songs for our albums... for when we’re away.”
“So proud of you, I love you so much baby” Soonyoung whispered.
“I love you too” Jihoon whispered back.
They stayed like that for a while connected and tangled. Jihoon nuzzled into Soonyoung’s neck, lips brushing the skin as he whispered, “You really enjoy stuffing me full, huh?”
Soonyoung chuckled, a cocky grin forming instantly. “Are you complaining, baby?”
Jihoon smirked. “Not even a little. I’m just pointing out how smug you get every time you finish inside me.”
“Well,” Soonyoung drawled, leaning in to nip at Jihoon’s jaw, “can you blame me? You look so damn hot when you’re dripping with my cum. Makes me wanna do it again just to see that look on your face.”
Jihoon rolled his eyes but bit his lip, clearly tempted. “Greedy.”
“I learned from the best,” Soonyoung teased, thrusting his hips just a little, reminding Jihoon that he was still very much inside him. Jihoon’s breath hitched. He shot his boyfriend a look, half annoyed, half turned on, and Soonyoung just gave him that same cocky grin, the one that always meant trouble.
“You’re doing it on purpose,” Jihoon muttered, narrowing his eyes as he planted his hands on Soonyoung’s chest. “You’re still inside me and you’re moving.”
Soonyoung shrugged with zero shame, tracing lazy patterns along Jihoon’s bare thighs. “Can you blame me? You’re warm and tight and practically begging to be filled again. What am I supposed to do, not move?”
Jihoon’s cheeks flushed pink, but he didn’t back down. “You’re the worst,” he said, though his tone was nowhere near angry.
“Mm. You weren’t calling me that earlier when you were bouncing on my cock like I was your favorite toy,” Soonyoung shot back, lips curling into a wicked smile.
Jihoon scoffed, leaning forward until they were nose-to-nose, lips brushing with every breath. “That’s because you are my favorite toy. But don’t let it get to your head.”
Soonyoung’s laugh was low and pleased. “Too late. My ego’s already inflated from how much you were moaning my name.”
Jihoon rolled his eyes and slowly rocked his hips just once, watching Soonyoung’s face twitch at the stimulation. “You mean like this?” he asked, smirking when Soonyoung cursed under his breath.
“Baby,” Soonyoung growled, his hands flying to Jihoon’s waist as if to hold him still or maybe to pull him down again. “Don’t tease unless you’re ready for another round.”
“Oh, I’m ready,” Jihoon said, and he wasn’t bluffing. There was a glint in his eyes now, a fire that hadn’t quite gone out despite how thoroughly he’d already been wrecked. “You’re the one who looks like he’s running on fumes.”
Soonyoung laughed through his nose, clearly amused. “That’s rich coming from someone who could barely keep his voice down five minutes ago.”
Jihoon leaned in and licked slowly across Soonyoung’s collarbone, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Maybe I wanted you to hear me. Maybe I knew you’d come running home if I made it obvious enough.”
Soonyoung’s smirk faltered just slightly, just enough to show that Jihoon’s words were hitting the right spots. “So that whole show you put on earlier… you were baiting me?”
Jihoon tilted his head innocently. “What, me? Lying spread out on the bed, playing with myself, moaning your name so loud the neighbors probably heard? That was all for me. Totally solo.”
“Liar,” Soonyoung muttered affectionately, pulling him in for a kiss that was slow and dirty and full of heat.
Their tongues tangled again, the kiss turning sloppier the longer it dragged on, their bodies still warm and connected and craving more. Jihoon’s hands found their way to Soonyoung’s hair, tugging gently, while Soonyoung’s fingers gripped his hips tighter, subtly grinding up again.
When they pulled apart for air, Jihoon was panting softly. “I missed this,” he admitted. “I missed you. Our schedules suck.”
Soonyoung’s thumb brushed along Jihoon’s waist. “Yeah. But even when we’re apart, I’m thinking about you. Every day. Every night.”
Jihoon flushed again, softer now. “You’re such a sap.”
“I’m your sap,” Soonyoung said proudly. Then, with a grin, “And don’t act like you don’t love it.”
Jihoon smiled despite himself. “Maybe a little.”
Soonyoung leaned in close again, voice dropping. “Then let me show you just how much I love you. One more round, baby?”
Jihoon’s eyes darkened with anticipation. “Only if you promise to make me lose my voice this time.”
Soonyoung grinned wickedly. “That’s the goal.”
And just like that, they were back at it, two bodies, one rhythm, and all the time in the world to make up for every second spent apart.
—
Jennie Kim, dressed in an oversized designer hoodie and fluffy slippers, stood in front of their door with her arms crossed and a deadpan expression. A hot cup of chamomile tea sat forgotten in her hands, completely useless now. The walls were not soundproof. And Jihoon and Soonyoung were apparently on round five. Round. Freaking. Five.
From the other side of the wall, she could hear it:
“Ngh—Soonyoung—harder!”
“You like that, baby?”
“Ah, yes—don’t stop—”
Jennie blinked slowly. Took a sip of her tea. Then immediately gagged and held it away from her face. Great. Now it tastes like shit.
She turned around and began loudly pacing in the hallway in her squeaky slippers, muttering to herself like a woman on the verge of sending an email to the condo board.
“I didn’t pay this much rent to hear Jihoon’s opera performance of ‘Moan and Groan in D major.’ What is this, a porno with surround sound? WHERE are the subtitles? Do I live next door or inside their bedroom?!”
She stopped when she heard a loud thump against the wall. Jennie froze.
“Are they… using the headboard as percussion now?! Is Jihoon tapping out a beat while being railed??”
The final straw came when she heard Soonyoung growl—
“You’re so tight, baby, you’re gonna make me—”
Jennie held up a hand like she was directing traffic. “NOPE. NO THANK YOU. I DON’T NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU’RE GONNA DO.”
With a suffering sigh, she walked back to her own unit, opened the door, and yelled into her living room:
“JISOO, PUT THE HEADPHONES ON. THEY’RE AT IT AGAIN. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.”
Her friend and co member Jisoo came for a visit today after all. Thankfully they don’t have a schedule today, which is very surprising.
From the couch, Jisoo just raised her thumb in solidarity, already wearing noise-canceling headphones.
Jennie collapsed dramatically beside her with a blanket over her head.
“I swear to god, if they keep this up, I’m buying a gong. A real, giant, traditional gong. I will stand outside their door and bang it like it’s New Year’s Eve every time someone moans.”
Jisoo shrugged. “Or you could just knock and ask to join.”
Jennie stared at her. “I want peace, Jisoo. Peace. Not a front-row seat to Jihoon’s adult film debut.”
Then suddenly, another loud bang from the wall, followed by:
“SOONYOUNG—RIGHT THERE—YESSSSSSS!”
Jennie screamed into a pillow. “OH MY GOD SHUT UPPPPPP!! I’M TRYING TO WATCH MY DRAMA!!”
She threw her pillow at the wall and dramatically flopped back down on the couch, her tea now fully cold.
“When they move out for military enlistment, I’m throwing a party. With balloons. And a cake. That says ‘THANK YOU FOR GIVING MY EARS A BREAK.’”
From across the room, Jisoo nodded. “I’ll bring the confetti cannon.”
Fin.