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“No.”
Hyunwook’s voice rang through the apartment with a finality that he knew he had no right to speak with. It was not like it was his choice what Jihoon did, because he knew damn well if that were the case they never would have ended up here.
Jihoon gaped at him from across the kitchen counter. “What?”
“No, hyung. You’re not doing the fucking live,” Hyunwook said.
It took a few seconds for Jihoon to respond once again. There was no way to tell if that was on account of his fatigue or Hyunwook behaving as if he had been imbued with absolute authority over what the older could and could not do.
Hyunwook’s fists clenched against the marble island. The situation had exposed just how little power he had when it really mattered.
“It’s just a live,” Jihoon deadpanned, cocking his head with furrowed brows. It was the kind of look you would give a child when they are acting out and you did not understand why. “I don’t see what the problem is.”
The look he was being appraised with made Hyunwook’s frustration bubble over. The bottom of his fist made contact with the table, not exactly slamming but something close to that effect.
“You’re exhausted, Jihoonie. You look like you’re about to keel over. Why the hell do you need to do a stupid fucking live?” His voice grew progressively louder as he spoke, and Jihoon’s eyes narrowed.
The older waved a dismissive hand towards him. “My agency said I should and they’re right. It’s been a while since I interacted with my international fanbase.”
“Hyung!”
Jihoon jolted, eyes widening at the raised voice.
Running a hand through his hair, Hyunwook said, “You can act like a brat, but don’t lie to me. They told you to do a livestream in your own time.”
“B- brat?!” Jihoon spluttered, his volume climbing to match Hyunwook’s. “So you’re calling me names because I want to do my job?”
With a scoff, Hyunwook looked away as he rolled his eyes. “I’m calling it what it is. You’re overworking yourself already but I didn’t say anything because I know how passionate you are, and you can’t do much about filming schedules.” He took a breath, turning back to Jihoon with a stern gaze. “But then you finally have your first rest day after exhausting yourself for weeks, and you want to tell me that you’re planning on doing a live that isn’t compulsory?”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“That’s your defence? Really?” Hyunwook laughed, a short and humourless sound. “You’re literally swaying on your feet right now.”
He motioned towards Jihoon, who was moving like long grass in a light breeze. Jihoon frowned as he steadied himself with a hand against a barstool. When he looked up, Hyunwook tongued his cheek with a raised brow.
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“Fuck if that doesn’t mean anything!” Hyunwook huffed angrily. “Can’t you just admit how tired you are?!”
“It doesn’t matter if I’m tired!” shouted Jihoon, a growl to his deep voice. “This is my job!”
“Your job, baby, is acting.” Hyunwook spoke with his hands moving against the counter as if teaching something to a toddler. Jihoon crossed his arms with an irritated expression. “Doing a live on fucking instagram that you don’t even have to do isn’t a part of that.”
“Stop acting stupid. You know full well it is.”
“You’re the one being stupid here,” Hyunwook retorted.
“I have obligations!”
Hyunwook threw his hands in the air and turned around, too much energy thrumming beneath his skin, begging for release. He took a step so he could begin pacing when Jihoon said, “Hyunwook, don’t act like a child.”
The younger swiveled back and glowered at him. It made Jihoon flinch slightly, but that did not deter Hyunwook from rounding the countertop and invading his space. “I wasn’t,” he gritted out. “I was trying not to take my anger out on you.”
“Aren’t you already doing that?” Jihoon jerked his chin up so he could meet Hyunwook’s eye, dark eyes filled with frustration.
Hyunwook braced a hand against the counter, bearing his weight on it. “What do you mean by that?”
“You’re obviously angry about something else. There’s no reason for you to get this upset over a live.”
“Oh my fucking god,” Hyunwook breathed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “See this is why you need to rest. You can’t even think properly right now.”
“Hyunwook! You’re being rude!”
“And you’re being exasperating!” Hyunwook shouted back. “You don’t need to do this fucking live today, do you?” Jihoon opened his mouth to respond but was unable to get a word in edgewise. “No, you don’t! You push yourself to the point you’re not even stable on your own feet, and then you get irritated with me for being worried?!”
Jihoon made a sound, a half-groan, half-sigh. “The issue is you’re too worried. I can handle myself.”
Another caustic laugh came from Hyunwook. “Really?”
Before Jihoon could answer, Hyunwook gently pushed at his shoulder. Jihoon’s stability crumpled in a second and stumbled backwards, stopped from sprawling by two big hands landing on his waist and keeping him upright. “You can handle yourself?”
“Yah!” Jihoon shouted, ire radiating off of him as he hit the hands that were steadying him. Hyunwook did not move them. “Stop being a little shit!”
“Hyung, I think you need to learn some manners,” Hyunwook’s voice was low and calm like how a shark cuts through the water without disturbing the surface. “I’m just looking out for you.”
The glare Jihoon targeted him with told him that it was not believable. For whatever reason.
He had spent the past months witnessing Jihoon’s energy draining from him like it was being extracted with a syringe. Their late night calls where Jihoon was insistent he was sleeping properly, the yawns he could not muster the energy to stifle, the darkening skin under his eyes, and the tightened smile in the videos of his fanmeet. All of it was archived in Hyunwook’s mind, readily accessible for him to draw up as evidence. But as always he had been relegated to the sidelines, pushed away with frustrating reassurances that were as half-baked as Jihoon’s pretence of liveliness.
All Hyunwook did was worry after him, especially when they were apart. Was Jihoon eating well? Was he sleeping enough? Did he find some time for himself in the day?
That did not matter, though. In the end, Jihoon was as obstinate as they came, especially when it came to taking care of himself. It was his way or the highway, and Hyunwook was tired of running the same circles of aimless placating that led them nowhere.
“Okay, you can do the live,” he said.
“I don’t need your permission, but thank you.” It was derisive; mocking.
Hyunwook clenched his jaw. “You wanna tire yourself out? You wanna collapse? I can’t do shit about that apparently.”
Jihoon’s eyes flared.
“But if you wanna do that to yourself, I know better ways to achieve the same result.”
It took a beat or two, and then Jihoon gaped at him. “What the fuck are you saying right now?”
“What?” Hyunwook lifted his eyebrows. “I thought you weren’t exhausted, Jihoonie. Aren’t you so energised you can even do a live for your fans? So why can’t you entertain your boyfriend for a bit too, hm? I missed you.”
Jihoon wrenched his body from Hyunwook’s grip and he almost fell again, having to grasp at Hyunwook’s bicep to steady himself. That only incited him more. “You’re seriously acting like a child, Hyunwook.”
“And you’re acting like a brat, so I guess neither of us are happy with the other right now.”
Lips pressing into a thin line, Jihoon looked away towards the living room.
“So you’re gonna give me the silent treatment now?” Hyunwook said. When that got him no response, he muttered, “And I’m the immature one?”
“Shut up.”
“Hyung. This is the last time I’m going to say this. Don’t do the live.”
Jihoon’s head snapped to look at him, eyes aglow with irritation. “I’m doing what I want.”
After a split second, Hyunwook nodded. “Okay.”
He could tell from the way that the tension seeped from Jihoon, as his shoulders eased and his mouth relaxed from its scowl, that he thought that was the end of the argument. Which was far from the truth.
Nothing could have prepared him for Hyunwook sweeping him off his feet, throwing his body half over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The strangled noise he made would have been funny under any other circumstances.
“Hyunwook!” Jihoon shrieked, hitting his back with balled up fists. “Let go of me!”
“No.”
Hyunwook walked through their apartment as if he was not restraining a squirming—borderline feral—man in his arms, who was cruelly aiming for the same area of his back with fists.
Without even thinking, he lifted one hand from where it was stabilising Jihoon and brought it down on his ass. Jihoon yelped, legs kicking out.
“Stop.”
It was a faint remorse that compelled him to nurse the spot he had smacked with a gentle brush of his hand. Jihoon had stopped flailing.
“Good,” he said as he stepped into their bedroom. “See? You can listen.”
“Asshole,” Jihoon sniffled.
When he dropped Jihoon to the bed, Hyunwook checked if he was actually crying. His boyfriend was nothing short of breathtaking, even more so with the pout on his face, the watery lining of his eye glistening.
He stared back at the watery gaze and then tilted his head. “Another strike, hyung. You’re acting during your rest day.”
Jihoon’s expression dissolved into irritation and he attempted to sit up, but he only got a few inches up before he was firmly pushed down back. Hyunwook’s hand wrapped around his wrists and stretched them far above his head, trapped in a tight hold.
“All of this could’ve been avoided, if you’d just listen to me.” He paused, considering his words. Jihoon squirmed under him. “Actually, no. All of this could’ve been avoided if you’d just fucking take care of yourself.”
Jihoon sunk his teeth into his bottom lip.
“Hm? Why can’t you do that, baby? Just look after yourself.”
“I do!”
“Don’t lie. You don’t.” Hyunwook smacked his lips together. “Is it because you want me to take care of you? Is that why you push yourself so hard? You want your boyfriend to pamper you at the end of the day?”
Jihoon’s brows shot up his forehead.
Hyunwook’s responding smirk was sharp, a little mean. “There are much better ways to get me to do that, hyung.”
“That’s not it,” Jihoon choked out, cheeks growing red. “I just need to do this live—”
“Want.”
“What?”
“You want to do the live, Jihoonie,” Hyunwook corrected. “You don’t need to do anything.” He made a show of trailing his eyes over Jihoon’s body. “Except listen to me.”
“Are you insa—”
Hyunwook’s head snapped up and whatever was on his face shut Jihoon up. He tested Hyunwook’s hold on his wrist just to find the fingers clamped tighter and pushed him further into the mattress.
Hyunwook leaned closer, tilting his pelvis so he was pressed against Jihoon. His boyfriend let out a shaky exhale.
“You’re not tired, are you?”
Jihoon shook his head.
“You’re gonna entertain me for a bit so you can go live later, right?”
Jihoon chewed on the inside of his cheek, eyes darting everywhere but Hyunwook. Finally, he nodded.
“Good boy.”
Hyunwook released Jihoon’s wrist and when his boyfriend kept his hands there, he smirked, a little sharp around the edges. He said, “Wow. You’re being so obedient suddenly. Is it because you wanna get fucked more than you wanna make your boyfriend stop worrying?” He shuffled over to the headboard, leaning back in the pillows as he tapped his thigh. “Come here, Jihoonie.”
His boyfriend slowly crawled over and straddled him. There was a mix of annoyance and arousal in his eyes, and of course, most palpably, tiredness.
Hyunwook did feel a little bad. That was extinguished in a second when Jihoon said, “Did you just do all of that just because you’re pent up?”
Without thinking, Hyunwook lifted his hands and slapped them both against Jihoon’s ass again. His boyfriend gasped, arching into him. He caressed in circles over the fabric which he was certain would only make the skin below burn more. “That’s another strike.”
Before Jihoon could speak, Hyunwook did it again. The sound that came from the older this time was a mix of a whimper and a yelp.
Leaning forward, Hyunwook kissed his neck, gentle and slow—almost taunting. “You get mouthy when you’re tired. Do you really wanna see where that ends you up, baby? Do you like making me pissed off?”
Jihoon whimpered again, and a third time when Hyunwook’s hands slid under the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers to cup his bare ass. “Hm?”
“You’re just being mean now,” Jihoon mumbled, voice wavering.
Hyunwook continued mouthing at his neck down to his shoulders. “Maybe. But you provoked me first. So take care of me, hyung.”
A hand threaded in the back of his hair and yanked, a searing pain he felt for only a moment because Jihoon’s lips crashed into his a second later and forced them to part so he could slide his tongue inside. A kiss born from their anger—heated, fast, and driven.
When Hyunwook squeezed Jihoon’s ass and was rewarded with a moan, he smirked. Teeth sunk into his bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. With a groan, he made quick work of tugging down Jihoon’s sweats, his boyfriend lifting his hips without being asked.
Once Jihoon’s ass was sitting atop him again, he rubbed the skin experimentally and felt the older tense almost immediately. The hands just rested there for a second, long enough that Jihoon relaxed and kissed him like it was a reward he had earned.
Only then did Hyunwook lift his hand and smack again.
Jihoon jerked in his lap with a cry, rolling his hips. The friction against his semi-hard cock hit Hyunwook like a fever and his jaw slackened as he made a throaty noise. Not a second later did Jihoon grab it roughly to remind him he had a duty: kissing his boyfriend stupid.
Hyunwook did so, reaching for the bedside drawer. He made sure to curl an arm around Jihoon just to keep him steady as he tilted away. Although he may be angry, he was not about to let his boyfriend sprawl onto the floor. He pulled the lube from where they kept it, popping open the lid. Before he could squeeze it out, the sound made Jihoon break the kiss and glance down. “Already?”
Hyunwook released an amused noise. “Don’t you have a live you need to be doing soon, hyung?”
That earned him a glare, Jihoon using the hand on his jaw to push him away, thrusting his head back in a way that sent a pang through his neck. Hyunwook circled his wrist and yanked it away, narrowing his eyes.
“Aaaaaaand another strike, Jihoonie. Are you doing this because you want to get spanked?”
He massaged the skin before smacking him again. Jihoon moaned, his thighs clamping around Hyunwook’s hips.
“Yeah? Getting me all riled up ‘cause you like that?”
“N- no,” Jihoon choked, in complete opposition to the way he was subtly rubbing down on Hyunwook’s cock.
“Really? Why are you grinding against me then?” Hyunwook breathed into Jihoon’s throat, sucking the skin. “Why are you leaking all on my shirt if you’re not feeling this?” He gave a little caress to the right cheek to prove his point.
Jihoon’s head snapped down, hitting the top of Hyunwook’s with his chin. The younger pulled back with a lazy grin, letting Jihoon in on the sight of his cock pressed into the white fabric of Hyunwook’s shirt, discolouring it from the smear of pre-cum. He took it in with palpable horror.
“It’s ‘kay, baby,” Hyunwook said with mock reassurance. “You’re just a little desperate like that. Especially when hyungie is tired, you get a bit mindless.”
Jihoon's mouth fell open, face flushing.
“And I’m gonna fill it with only thoughts of me.” A pause as he squeezed some lube onto his fingers. “Like I’m gonna fill you down here too.”
With that, he pressed a single one into Jihoon. The older made a deep, strangled sound that was heavenly to Hyunwook’s ears. He was tight, clenching as Hyunwook lazily fingered him.
As always, he slowly eased open, almost melting around Hyunwook’s touch which made the latter grin. Jihoon resorted to hitting him lightly on the shoulder with the butt of his palm, more as if he was announcing his disapproval of the situation than any attempt to stop it from occurring.
It only served to aggravate Hyunwook more. “Can you stop being a brat for one fucking second?”
“Fuck me properly then,” Jihoon caustically bit out, hitting him harder to emphasise.
Raising a brow, Hyunwook thrust another finger into Jihoon without warning. Jihoon’s head flew back and his whole body would have gone too if Hyunwook had not caught him with an abrasive laugh. “Fuck. Wrap your arms around me if you’re gonna tip back like that.”
Jihoon grumbled but complied, nestling his head into Hyunwook’s neck. Despite himself, Hyunwook pressed a tender kiss to his boyfriend’s ear. “I’ve got you, baby.”
The sting on his shoulder followed by a lapping tongue only made him smirk. “Bite all you want. You get feisty like a cat when you’re angry.”
His fingers were still pumping inside Jihoon and when they felt less like their circulation was being cut off, he curled them. Jihoon released a guttural groan against his neck, grinding back. A grin that Hyunwook was not entirely proud of seized his face.
There were probably healthier ways to make his boyfriend listen to him—to convince him to rest.
But the tried and true method that always worked for him was to make Jihoon heady with pleasure, looking up at him with those glassy eyes and pouty lips like every thought other than Hyunwook’s cock had been fucked from his mind. That was when Jihoon listened to him best.
It seemed to be a foolproof plan; his boyfriend was already whining into his neck, drooling or biting down when the fingers inside him pressed against that spot that made him dizzy. Hyunwook could feel the walls fluttering around his fingers every time and it was making him painfully hard in his sweats. The thought of sinking his cock into the wet heat that clung around even just his fingers…
He was getting a little fidgety.
“Hyung,” he groaned, adding another finger. “You’re opening up so easily today.”
Jihoon moved back against the digits in him instead of responding. Hyunwook scissored his fingers.
“Nnh—”
Preferring his boyfriend able to take him, Hyunwook was diligent in stretching him until Jihoon weakly pushed his shoulder. “Mmn… Put it in, Hyunwookie…”
“Me?” Hyunwook said, a cruel grin curling his lips. “Aren’t you gonna show me how much energy you have?”
A breathy whimper escaped Jihoon, looking up at Hyunwook with pleading eyes. “Hyunwoong…”
“Pretty but too late,” Hyunwook said breezily. “C’mon hyung, make me proud.”
He pulled his fingers out and reclined into the pillows, a smile still pulling at his mouth. The teasing was only making him harder, and it had almost slipped his mind that he had a point to prove. If it was any other day he would already be wanton as Jihoon contracted around him, melting into each other. But here, right now, he was doing a ritual of punishment borne from how much he cared about Jihoon's well-being. A paradox, he knew.
When Jihoon removed himself from Hyunwook’s neck, the tears in his watery eyes were real now. “Wook-ah, please.”
Hyunwook took the fingers he had used to spread Jihoon open and popped two in his mouth, sucking before he added a third, tongue swirling around the digits. The words died in Jihoon’s throat as he watched, and then he hooked a thumb at the corner of Hyunwook’s mouth and tugged, coaxing it to open. He slid his own fingers inside, earning a drag of teeth over his knuckle as he replaced Hyunwook’s inside the warm vice of his mouth.
A second later, Hyunwook’s hand tapped his ass, a reminder of what would happen if he did not comply. A broken sob wracked through Jihoon and Hyunwook almost groaned at the sweet noise.
He pulled off the older’s fingers to kiss his lips. “C’mon, baby. I know you want it bad. Wanna sit pretty on my cock, don’t you? All you gotta do is just use all that energy you have, hm?” His tone was too urgent to seem as if he was retaining any semblance of self-control, but Jihoon did not seem to notice, too broken up.
“You’re horrible,” he sniffled, feebly pulling at Hyunwook’s waistband. “Horrible.”
A teasing fondle of his ass had him teeteering unsteadily, and he was forced to splay hands out on Hyunwook’s abdomen instead of undressing him. The younger sighed as if it was an inconvenience to him and lifted his hips to roll down his sweats and boxers, hard cock slapping against his shirt.
Jihoon ogled at it, how red the tip was and how there was an embarrassing amount of pre-cum leaking from it. He glanced up at Hyunwook with wide eyes. The latter cocked his head. “What? Are you surprised? I told you I missed you.”
Jihoon shivered as a big calloused hand trailed down his thigh.
“Missed you real bad, hyung,” Hyunwook’s voice rumbled in his throat, sounding almost guttural.
Jihoon curled fingers in the collar of his shirt a second later, tugging at it with no specific direction.
“Can’t even take my top off,” Hyunwook huffed, holding his boyfriend still with one hand while he pulled his shirt off with the other. He threw it across the room and stroked Jihoon’s side as the older slid his hands over the newly revealed chest and stomach as he often liked to do. Usually he took his sweet time mapping out the skin with both his hands and kisses.
But…
Hyunwook clicked his tongue. “Your live, hyung.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Jihoon snapped, voice broken up by his teary disposition. “Literally shut the fuck up, Hyunwook.”
Hyunwook scoffed. “Maybe if you had the energy I would’ve been preoccupied by now. Take your time though, pretty.”
A frustrated noise broke from Jihoon’s lips and he painstakingly lifted himself off Hyunwook’s lap, bracing hands on the younger’s shoulder as leverage. Once again worried about his boyfriend’s constant tilting, Hyunwook kept a firm grip on Jihoon’s waist, not moving him at all but just there to keep him steady.
The head of his cock kissed Jihoon’s hole and the latter dropped his head, whining. “F- fuck. Just… J— Hyunwoong,” he tried again in a pleading tone.
“No, baby.”
Jihoon let out another whimper and then slowly lowered himself, thighs shaking desperately with the effort. A low groan rumbled at the back of Hyunwook’s throat as Jihoon clenched around him, sinfully tight despite his dedication to stretching him.
“So tight,” he muttered, tone dripping with approval.
“Hnngh—” Jihoon’s eyelids fluttered, eyes rolling back as he took more and more, sinking down with a blissed out expression.
“What’re you thinking about, Jihoonie?” Hyunwook asked, palming his thigh.
“Hyunwookie,” Jihoon moaned.
“That’s right.” His grin was borderline feral as he thrust up.
Jihoon cried out and slumped against Hyunwook’s chest with a mewl. Groaning, Hyunwook finally bottomed out, Jihoon perched in his lap again. His legs were trembling just from trying to lower himself on Hyunwook’s cock. It was stupid, really.
He thought he could go live in this state?
Hyunwook tongued his cheek as he soothed the thighs pressed tight against him. He did not move down there though, content with the desperate clenches that had his head spinning.
It took a little while for Jihoon’s palm to find contact with his chin and push. “Move.”
“Mm… no.”
Another forceful shove. Hyunwook ripped the hand off him again which prompted Jihoon’s head to lift a vitriolic glare on his face, tears spilling from his eyes. “Fuck me, Hyunwookie.”
“No, hyung.”
“Please,” Jihoon begged, wrapping arms around his neck. “I’ll b— be good. Move, Hyunwookie…” He managed a very meagre bounce as he leaned forward that had Hyunwook biting his tongue to stop himself from bucking up. “Hah…. please.”
“Will you not do the live?” Hyunwook asked.
The silence was resounding and Hyunwook let out a single syllable laugh, completely devoid of humour. His earlier anger, somewhat placated by how pretty his boyfriend had looked when desperate, was already creeping back in.
“You can’t even sit on my cock without help and you want to entertain your fans for hours? You think you’re capable of doing that, Jihoonie? Hm?”
“Yes,” Jihoon answered, breathless. “A live isn’t sex.”
“Something emotionally taxing is on par with something physically taxing. I take care of you when we fuck,” Hyunwook gritted out. “Who takes care of you when you get tired during a live?”
A frown formed on Jihoon’s face which progressively turned into a scowl. “You’re not taking care of me right now.”
“Are you upset about that, darling?” Hyunwook cocked his head. “Give in and I’ll treat you like a princess.”
“I don’t bargain over work.”
“So fucking stubborn,” Hyunwook said with a sigh.
“And you—” Jihoon retorted, eyes flaring. “So fucking horny and— and bullheaded, and irritating, and dense, and foolish—”
Hyunwook crossed his arms and leaned back, shifting his hips a little as he adjusted his position.
His cock scraped against Jihoon’s walls in a way the older had not been expecting. He slanted back with a cry, tilting too far once again only this time Hyunwook did not dive to save him. Jihoon’s hands shot out to brace on the blanket behind him with wide eyes.
“I may be all the things you just said,” Hyunwook said, voice oddly calm and exasperated. “But God, Park Jihoon, at least I know my fucking limits.”
Something close to remorse filled Jihoon’s face. “Hyunwookie, please, puppy. I know you’re angry but—”
“But what?” Hyunwook countered. “But what, hyung? You want me to put it aside for you again? You want me to be a good puppy and get on with it so you can go do what you want? Not this time, baby.”
“You really want me to—” Jihoon bit his lip and aborted his question despite the fact it had practically already been put out there.
As he beheld Hyunwook’s expression—tongue poked against his cheek, arched brows, and eyes that burned with indignation—it dawned on him. Hyunwook could see the exact moment that Jihoon realised no amount of begging was going to get him what he wanted.
Bottom lip jutting out, Jihoon released a pathetic sound and shifted his weight onto his hands behind him. Excruciatingly slowly, he drew back, the drag of Hyunwook’s cock inside him already making him whimper. Hyunwook squeezed one of his eyes shut as the walls feverishly clenched around his cock.
Jihoon did not get very far before he was rolling his hips forward again. Frustrated, he grinded down desperately in a way that pried a groan from Hyunwook’s sealed mouth.
Jihoon continued with the same motion, barely more than a rock back and forth. Hyunwook sunk his teeth into his lip as he watched, noticing how Jihoon’s arms trembled under his weight.
He felt a little evil as he lifted his hand and spanked Jihoon again. “C’mon, baby. Do it properly.”
Jihoon still managed to pierce him with a look of pure venom despite his half-lidded bedroom eyes. Still, he straightened up and planted his hands on Hyunwook’s abdomen.
They stared at each other for a few beats.
Then, Hyunwook tapped his ass again. “Ride, cowboy.”
Groaning, Jihoon kissed him.
Finally, he lifted off Hyunwook’s cock and dropped back down. Both of them moaned into the kiss, Jihoon’s tongue going slack.
It took a few seconds for him to do it again, and Hyunwook could feel the tremble in the clenched fists against his stomach. He stroked Jihoon’s ass in encouragement as his boyfriend started bouncing up and down. Everytime Hyunwook buried deep inside him, Jihoon would tighten around his cock, rocking back and forth jerkily with a mewl. When his boyfriend’s head went back and bared the delicious curve of his neck, Hyunwook stared for a beat before getting to work marking it, revelling in the way that Jihoon was coming apart at the seams in his lap.
The older had always maintained some semblance of control and grace when they had sex, but right now, he was a trembling, whining mess, drool running from his mouth, eyes glazed over with pleasure and tears, and legs that were shaking to the point Hyunwook could feel it against his hips.
The whole thing was driving him fucking crazy.
“Nngh! Hah… Ah! Hyun— Mmph!” was the closest his boyfriend could get to a full word, his mouth becoming an altar of vulgar pleasure.
Hyunwook leaned back and smirked at the vision before him, his boyfriend bouncing on his cock so desperately, crying just as brokenly, his whole body shaking now. His cock twitched and throbbed at every move because Jihoon was so wanton and it was a glorious sight.
One he wished he could record.
A lightbulb flickered on in his head. He reached for Jihoon’s sweats to the side and slid the phone out the pocket, Jihoon too preoccupied with riding him to notice.
Hyunwook held up the phone, switching to the camera. “Hello everyone, it’s Choi Hyunwook here.”
Jihoon’s head whipped down with horror bleeding into his face. He weakly hit the hand away. “Nnnooo—”
“If you want to do the live, I'll help you, baby,” Hyunwook said in a consoling tone. “Say hi.”
Jihoon sobbed. “Hyunwoong, stop— stoooop…!”
Despite saying that he had not stopped riding Hyunwook to the best of his abilities. Though, he was getting more erratic and sloppy with each lift. He was relying on the rocking and grinding of his hips to feel any sort of pleasure. It was making him cry even harder.
“Sorry guys, he gets needy when he’s tired. And he’s so tired today. Not too tired to ride his boyfriend though. He loves doing that too much,” Hyunwook commented, flicking the phone camera down to the lewd display of his cock going in and out of Jihoon. With the camera trained there, he thrust up to meet Jihoon.
Jihoon cried out, verging on a scream. “Yes! Fuck!”
“See. So needy, my baby is,” Hyunwook crooned, putting the camera on Jihoon’s face. “So pretty too. You’re so pretty, hyung.”
Jihoon attempted to swat the camera out of the way so he could close the gap between him and Hyunwook. “Hyunwoong, do it again— Hmmn… Do it again for hyung, please? C’mon…” He started rocking back and forth desperately. “Please. Puppy… Nngh—”
“You want to show all these people how you get when you’re begging for my cock?” Hyunwook murmured, tilting his head and brushing hair behind Jihoon’s ears.
His boyfriend mewled, wrapping hands around his neck. Evidently from his shaking legs, his body could not deal with the strain of riding and all he could do was rub himself against Hyunwook’s stomach and grind.
“Hyunwookie, fuck me, please. I need you to fuck me— Hah… hard, I’m begging you. Ah! Don’t you want hyungie to feel good? Then fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
The firm tone had Hyunwook biting his lips, twitching inside Jihoon and making the older moan.
“You want my cock that badly?” he asked.
“So badly,” whined Jihoon, still jerking his hips. “Wanna feel you mess me up.”
Hyunwook angled his head, pressing a gentle kiss to Jihoon’s jaw. “What do you have to say, then?”
Before he could register the sob that Jihoon released, he felt teeth sinking harshly into his shoulder and jolted with a yelp, accidentally thrusting into Jihoon.
His boyfriend convulsed, teeth unlatching as he screamed, back arching. Hyunwook felt liquid hit his stomach and glanced down in disbelief. The ridges of his abdomen were coated with a white translucent fluid.
“Hyung…” he breathed. “Did you just cum?”
It was a dumb question but it earned him a humiliated whimper from Jihoon. “I— I—”
Hyunwook slapped his hand down against Jihoon’s ass. His boyfriend cried out, eyes rolling back with the overstimulation. Hyunwook hissed as Jihoon clamped down on his cock, mindlessly rocking through the waves of his orgasm.
“Did I say you could cum, baby?”
“N- no— but, please, Hyunwookie—”
Hyunwook spanked the other side and then fondled the cheeks making Jihoon weep. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”
Rubbing the side of his face against his boyfriend’s, Hyunwook murmured, “What do you have to say, Jihoonie?”
“I won’t— I won’t do the live, Hyunwookie. I won’t do the live.”
“What else?”
There was a short silence and then Jihoon offered, “I’ll listen to you from now on?”
Hyunwook’s cock throbbed with interest and Jihoon gasped.
“Not what I had in mind but I think I like that option better. You’ve been a good boy, baby. Very good, listening to me. It just took you a while. You always need some encouragement, don’t you? Nothing motivates you like getting fucked, does it?”
Hyunwook slid his hands over Jihoon’s back and slowly tilted him backwards. “Want me to fuck you properly now as a reward for listening, hyungie?”
Jihoon made a strangled noise, bucking his hips and nodding. He extended his arms up, reaching for Hyunwook. “Please, puppy.”
Smiling, Hyunwook dipped his head so Jihoon could wrap his arms around him and murmured, “Whatever my baby wants. I don’t like being mean to you, hyungie. Wanna treat you so good if you just listen.”
He slowly slid out and Jihoon’s legs spasmed, kicking out.
“I’ll listen,” sobbed Jihoon.
“Good, baby, good.” With that, he thrust in all the way to the hilt.
Jihoon screamed, arching off the bed and hugging Hyunwook tight as he began to pound in and out with an already frantic pace. It was not just Jihoon who had been edged that whole time.
He had been going fucking insane putting up with Jihoon’s pathetic attempt at riding him.
Each drive forward had Jihoon’s walls suctioning around him and he winced, already staving off the building pleasure in his stomach from exploding.
Jihoon’s eyes were rolling back, nails clawing down his back, and legs twitching and flailing with each thrust.
“Feel good?”
“S- so good… Hah…” Jihoon drooled. “Hnngh! There— Oh God!”
Hyunwook tilted his pelvis so he hit Jihoon’s prostate and his boyfriend keened, digging in his nails and breaking skin. Hyunwook smirked. “Gonna make you cum so hard baby, don’t worry. Mmn… I’ll clean you up so just let go.”
Jihoon visibly relaxed at that, almost limbless as he hurtled towards his second orgasm.
Hyunwook could feel himself getting close as well and licked over Jihoon’s cheek, picking up the spilling tears both old and new. “Cum for me, baby. C’mon hyungie.”
He knew just what would drive Jihoon over the edge and lifted both of his hands, spanking him on his already angry red ass.
Jihoon’s eyes rolled all the way back as another raw and shattered scream scraped out of his throat. His cum spilled onto his stomach and Hyunwook moaned as his own release hit him, his core twisting and writhing as he pumped his cum inside of Jihoon.
He kept moving through his orgasm, but when Jihoon kept weeping at the overstimulating drag on his walls, he pulled out entirely, worry filling his face. “Fuck, did I take it too far? I’m sorry, hyungie, are you okay—”
Jihoon yanked him down and kissed him, eyes already closed from exhaustion. “I should make you angry more often, puppy.” His voice was hoarse and broken, fatigue clinging to every syllable.
Hyunwook groaned into the kiss. “Don’t do that. I don’t like being mad at you, hyung.”
“Ah…” Jihoon’s voice grew quieter. “Just… clean me up… Hyunwoong…”
Hyunwook could do nothing but snort as Jihoon’s head tilted to the side and he passed out mid-kiss.
“Live, my fucking ass,” he muttered to himself, wearing a victor’s smirk.
He cleaned his boyfriend up as he had done a million times before, and then tucked them in bed, beyond content that he had thwarted Jihoon’s plans by fucking him just right.
A tried and true method.
Maybe he should employ it more often?