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The windows are fogged thick, softening the streetlights into halos that blur the world outside. Inside the car, it’s smaller than it feels, hot and cramped, the smell of heat and sweat heavy and almost suffocating. Every movement presses them closer, each motion amplified by the tight space and the way their bodies refuse to let go of each other. Breaths come fast, shallow, mingling, rattling off one another in a rhythm that feels messy, urgent, chaotic.
The seats creaked where Jungwon was gripping them, groaning and whimpering as Jay’s hips met Jungwon’s ass once again. Jay moaned low, a sound coming from deep inside. Fuck. This felt so fucking good.
Jungwon didn’t say anything, just moaned, whimpering and whining when Jay relentlessly targeted his prostate again. The car creaked, rocking and swaying to Jay’s rough thrusts, trying to get deep into Jungwon. If he fucked him hard enough, maybe he’d stay quiet a while longer.
He held Jungwon’s hips, pulling back down onto his cock. He growled and panted as he came closer and closer to his peak.
“You know,” he grunted. “you really need someone to fuck you good. Put you in your fucking place.”
Jungwon grits his teeth, chest rising and falling too fast, and shoves at him, only half seriously. “Shut the fuck ah… up. You’re annoying.”
Jay laughs, low and wicked, leaning closer. “Annoying? You’re the one acting like a goddamn idiot. Can’t even handle this without twisting around like you’re in pain.”
“Shut up,” Jungwon snaps, voice clipped, heat climbing higher. “Just… just do your thing and stop talking.”
“Yes. My thing. Gonna cum inside you, make sure you don’t forget it when your body heals and I’m still leaking out of you.” Jay didn’t give a single thought to what he was saying, he just knew it was right, because Jungwon started to clench around him, shaking once again.
“Is that what you need? Me to fuck you whenever you get antsy? I’ll do it just to shut you up, and you’ll take whatever I give you. So fucking desperate to be wanted.”
Jay was close, he was thrusting more erratically, pushing deeper, fucking him harder.
Jungwon bites back a curse, digging his fingers into the seat to keep himself upright. “You’re shame…fuck…less,”
“I think we should make a habit of this. You get mouthy and I’ll just fuck it out of you. Your mouth, your ass. Anything to keep you quiet for a few hours.”
Jungwon looked up suddenly, moans reaching a high pitch as he cried out loud, the sound flying out of the broken windows, echoing off the trees. Jay followed soon after, deep inside Jungwon, holding himself until he was done.
“Fuck,” Jay said, drawing out the vowel. “Fuck. I should not have enjoyed that.”
“Ew. You’re so sweaty!” Jungwon didn’t even glance at him. He shoved himself away immediately, moving with a mix of urgency and disgust, hands braced against the seat as he slid over to the passenger side.
The air in the cramped car felt heavier than before, humid and sticky, carrying the lingering heat and sweat of their tangled bodies, the small space amplifying the tension in every motion, every breath. “God, you’re… fucking… disgusting.”
Jay stretched lazily, still smirking, the corner of his mouth tugging up with that infuriating, smug satisfaction that made Jungwon want to punch him.
“Disgusting? You’re the one clinging, trying to go even deeper,” he said low and sharp, eyes glinting, voice rough. “Don’t act like it wasn’t you.”
“It was situational!” Jungwon barked, finally tugging at the wipes tucked into the side pocket, pressing at his skin in long, irritated swipes, trying to reclaim a fragment of dignity while still flushed, still messy, still reeking of adrenaline and heat.
“Hey! Why are you wiping it?” Jay asks, offended, “I’ll just eat it out of you.”
“Really? We’re already late because of you, you fucking horndog. Haven’t you had enough?”
Jay’s chuckle came suddenly, reverberating off the car walls, making Jungwon’s skin prickle and stomach twist with both irritation and that unrelenting pull he’d been trying to ignore. Then, impossibly, his hands came up, brushing lightly over Jungwon’s hair, fingers catching in damp strands just enough to make him squirm.
“Not really,” he said, voice low, teasing, smug, wicked.
“Sunoo’s already calling!” he spat, eyes blazing with the unspent energy of someone both furious and wound tight.
Right. They were on their way to Sunoo’s, a mutual friend, someone oblivious to the storm currently raging in Jay’s car. Somehow, it ended up being Jay and Jungwon going together. Not like Jungwon had a choice, not like he wanted to.
Jay’s eyes flicked down at him, smirk widening, voice dropping into a slow, mocking drawl. “Fuck… look at you. So damn hot, wiping yourself like that.”
Jungwon groaned, cheeks burning hotter, pressing the wipes back into the side pocket, scowling. “You’re already making me do the hard work, least you can do is fuck off. Like, guess who liked it enough to cum this much.”
“Not like you hated it when I fill you up like that,” Jay said smoothly, voice low, teasing, filthy. “I told you I’ll help… I’ll just eat it out.”
“No. Thank you,” he said, slowly tugging his pants back into place, finally meeting Jay’s gaze, still flushed and twitching with leftover tension
Jay leaned back, chuckling softly, low and casual, smug and relentless, watching him fidget, tug at his clothes, straighten, like a spoiled little brat who couldn’t decide whether to punch him or scream. The car hummed faintly beneath them, streetlights streaking past, fogged windows catching halos of yellow and red light, the small space alive with their lingering heat, and the tension that refused to dissipate. Every breath, every glance, every twitch of muscle was a reminder that they were still wound tight, still messy, still enemies in the most intimate, infuriating way.
Jungwon exhaled sharply, leaning back against the door, fingers tapping irritably against the seat, eyes darting toward the phone holder again. Jay’s smirk never faltered. Every inch of his presence was designed to push Jungwon further and it worked, making his pulse spike again even as he tried to be mean.
Sunoo’s villa’s lights spilled warmth over the driveway, music spilling out like a wave rolling from the open windows. Jungwon stepped out first, brushing off the lingering stickiness of sweat from the car, hair still damp, cheeks warm with leftover heat. He didn’t glance back, didn’t want to see Jay’s smirk, didn’t want to deal with whatever smug satisfaction he would’ve worn on his face. That battle, for now, was over. At least in the car.
He made his way through the manicured lawn, navigating clusters of laughing, swaying partygoers, until he found Sunoo, arms open as usual.
“Jungwon!” Sunoo exclaimed, pulling him into a quick, friendly hug. “Finally.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m here,” Jungwon muttered, brushing a hand down his front, smirk tugging at his lips despite himself.
He spotted Jake and Ni-ki a few feet away and waved them over, rolling his shoulders as if to loosen the tension he hadn’t bothered to shake off entirely.
“Bro,” Jake started the moment he got close, eyes glinting with mischief. “You didn’t bring a boy today?”
Jungwon blinked, frowning slightly. “Do you think I always bring a boy to parties?”
Ni-ki snorted, nudging Jake. “Come on. You basically always have someone with you.”
“Yeah, seriously,” Jake chimed in, arms crossed like he was presenting irrefutable evidence. “Every party, you’ve got someone tagging along.”
Jungwon raised a brow, arms crossing over his chest, offended in that carefully performative way only he could manage. He flopped dramatically onto a lounge chair, head thrown back, smirk dancing at the corners of his lips. “Do I look like that kind of guy to you?”
Ni-ki and Jake exchanged a glance, stifling laughter. “Uh… yeah,” Ni-ki said finally, grinning. “Kind of.”
Jake laughed outright. “You can’t lie.”
Jungwon sat up abruptly, mock indignation painting his expression. “Oh, sure. Now, you’re telling me I’m some kind of walking boyfriend delivery service. Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.”
Sunoo raised a hand, chuckling softly. “Guys, come on. Let him breathe.”
Jungwon threw a finger at him, “No, let them talk.”
Ni-ki leaned back against the sofa, shaking his head with exaggerated exasperation. “Didn’t you come here with Jay?”
Jungwon’s eyes snapped open, brow arching sharply, tension spiking. “So?”
Ni-ki held up his hands immediately, voice calm and soothing. “Chill, I’m just asking. I was just asking.”
Jake’s grin stretched wickedly, eyes sparkling. “Bro, he just mentioned his name and you literally start fuming. You really hate him.”
Jungwon’s jaw tightened, nostrils flaring slightly as he leaned forward, voice low, cutting, and absolute. “Because he’s a fucking loser. If Sunoo wasn’t friends with him, I wouldn’t deal with him at all.”
Sunoo laughed lightly, shaking his head. “Hey, Jay’s nice. I really don’t know why you hate him so much.”
Jungwon crossed his arms, smirk tugging at his lips despite his irritation. “I don’t need a reason to hate someone.”
Ni-ki and Jake burst out laughing, slapping the sides of their legs, unable to contain themselves at Jungwon’s pure, unfiltered bluntness.
Sunoo raised a hand, grinning. “Alright, alright. Enough for now. Let’s cool off your head with a drink. And then…” he glanced slyly at Jungwon, eyes glinting with mischief, “…we should look for some boys for you tonight.”
Jungwon let out a dramatic groan, throwing his head back, arms flopping to the side. “You’re terrible. Absolutely terrible. But fine, fine, I guess I’ll survive your schemes for tonight.”
Jake nudged him, smirking. “See? You actually like it when we plan things for you.”
“I don’t!” Jungwon shot back immediately, voice sharp and bratty. “I tolerate it, because you all clearly enjoy watching me squirm!”
Ni-ki snorted. “Yeah, that’s basically the same thing, bro.”
Jungwon rolled his eyes, leaning back into the couch cushions, brushing his hair out of his face with exaggerated flair. “Whatever. Just don’t expect me to be nice about it. I’m already in a foul mood.”
Sunoo clapped his hands together lightly. “Good. That’s the energy I like at my parties. Now, drink, loosen up a little, and then let’s see if we can find you some trouble tonight.”
Jungwon groaned dramatically, spinning the empty glass in his hand with a lazy flick, eyes narrowing playfully at his friends.
Jake laughed, nudging him again. “Let’s see who’s brave enough to deal with you.”
Jungwon smirked, head tilting, eyes glinting with bratty amusement. “Better be someone with a good dick.”
Ni-ki laughed, shaking his head. “Classic Jungwon.”
The villa suddenly became alive in a way that made it hard to focus anywhere else. Music thumped low and heavy, vibrating through the floor and the furniture, a rolling wave of bass that seemed to touch the spine. Lights swirled in reds, blues, yellows, flickering over clusters of people laughing, moving, bumping into each other as the dance floor became a sea of limbs and energy. Voices overlapped, shrieks of drunken amusement, the occasional shout to be heard over the music.
Jungwon stayed put on the edge of the couch, glass in hand. Around him, people were losing themselves—Ni-ki and Jake had joined Sunoo in the middle of the floor, throwing themselves into the music with laughs spilling out in reckless abandon.
Sunoo, as the birthday boy, was untouchable, the center of it all, spinning and laughing and entirely alive.
Jungwon, for his part, nursed his drink. His ass still ached from earlier, a dull, persistent reminder of the chaos in the car, and it made the idea of dancing, moving or jumping completely unappealing. He could feel the pull, could imagine the fun, could even imagine the attention he would get if he threw himself into the dance floor but he didn’t have the energy.
And then someone slid into the chair across from him, a subtle scrape of the legs against the floor, a presence that didn’t need an introduction to command attention.
The man lifted a glass, and mirrored Jungwon.
He lifted his at the exact same moment, mirroring the angle, the pace, the quiet control of it. Drink for drink, breath for breath.
No rush, just precision, as if he were tracing Jungwon’s movements in real time. The man was looking at him, straight on, unflinching, eyes locked with his as he took another measured swallow, the faintest curve of a smile tugging at his mouth.
“You know,” The man finally says, “a man could get a complex with you watching me chug a whole bottle of whiskey and not even get a hi.”
“I mean, I was showing off for you.”
Jungwon shifted lazily, leaning closer, letting the faint heat of proximity brush across him without consciously thinking about it.
“Were you?” he asked, smirking “I didn’t notice.”
The man laughed, a warm, rich sound that rolled over the music and the party chatter.
“Bullshit,” he said, really amused. “So, do I get to know your name properly?”
“Jungwon,” he said, almost too simply, holding the gaze.
“Sunghoon,” the man said, eyes sharp, catching the faint light in a glimmer. “You like games?”
“Depends on the company,” Jungwon said simply, though his gaze lingered, sharp, assessing. “You’re either fun or a waste of time. Hard to tell yet.”
Sunghoon didn’t look offended. If anything, he seemed entertained by the verdict, lips curving as he tipped his glass toward Jungwon in a small, lazy salute.
“That so?” he said. “And how long do I have before you decide which category I land in?”
Jungwon considered him openly now, not bothering to hide it. The line of his shoulders, the way he held his drink like it belonged there, the ease of him amid the noise.
“You’re on thin ice already,” he replied. “Asking too many questions.”
“Funny,” he said, leaning back, stretching one arm along the back of the couch without touching him. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
“Oh?” Jungwon’s mouth twitched. “What questions have I asked?”
“None,” Sunghoon said easily. “That’s the problem.”
Jungwon scoffed, lifting his glass again. “Maybe I am not interested enough.”
“Or,” Sunghoon countered, “maybe you’re the type who likes to watch first.”
“You’re starting to sound like you think you’ve figured me out.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” Sunghoon replied. “You look like the kind of guy who’d take that personally.”
“I would,” Jungwon said flatly. Then, after a beat, “And I’d be right.”
That earned him another laugh, brighter this time, briefly swallowed by the swell of music as someone nearby shouted along to the chorus. Sunghoon waited for it to pass before speaking again, like he wasn’t interested in competing with the noise.
“So,” he said, tone casual, “are you always this charming, or am I special?”
Jungwon rolled his eyes. “God. Is that the best you’ve got?”
“It’s an opener,” Sunghoon shrugged. “You’re free to rate it.”
“Two out of ten.”
“Harsh.”
“You asked.”
Sunghoon accepted it with a grin, nodding as if filing it away. “You look bored.”
Jungwon huffed. “Groundbreaking observation.”
He tipped his glass back again, more out of habit than thirst, the burn settling low and familiar in his chest. The room had shifted sometime between songs, bodies packing in tighter, laughter climbing louder, the air thick with perfume and sweat and the sharp edge of alcohol.
Somewhere nearby, someone shouted Sunoo’s name, laughter following like an echo. He stared ahead, unfocused, letting the noise wash over him, until movement at the edge of his vision snagged his attention.
Jay.
Jay was a few feet into the crowd, half-turned, drink in hand, body loose and animated as he danced with his friends, laughter spilling out of him too easily, too freely. He looked annoyingly good like that, flushed and careless, shirt tugged slightly askew at the collar, eyes bright with something that felt entirely undeserved.
Jungwon felt irritation spark sharp and immediate, hot under his skin.
He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, jaw tightening as he forced himself not to react, not to roll his eyes, not to sneer. It was ridiculous. He knew it was. Jay hadn’t even noticed him. He was just there, having fun, taking up space the way he always did, like the world bent a little to accommodate him.
That was the problem.
Something about Jay always grated on him in a way that defied logic, like a frequency only Jungwon could hear, buzzing relentlessly at the back of his skull, like a low-grade itch he could never quite reach. The ease of him, the confidence that didn’t ask for permission, the way he looked good without trying and didn’t even have the decency to look aware of it.
Jungwon looked away sharply, as if caught doing something embarrassing, his grip tightening around his glass. He swallowed, throat suddenly dry, irritation blooming hot and familiar in his chest, sharp enough to make his foot tap against the floor.
Sunghoon noticed the shift immediately.
“See something interesting?” Sunghoon asked, tone light, curious but not intrusive.
Jungwon scoffed, eyes forward. “Hardly.”
“That didn’t sound convincing.”
“I’m not trying to convince you,” Jungwon replied flatly. Then, after a beat, “Some people just piss me off by breathing.”
Sunghoon laughed quietly. “That bad, huh?”
“You have no idea.”
The music surged again, bodies shifting, heat pressing closer, and Jungwon suddenly felt restless, wired, like he needed to do something just to burn the feeling off.
The sight of Jay still burning behind his eyes even after he’d looked away.
He turned back to Sunghoon suddenly, decision sharp and impulsive, like flipping a switch just to see what would happen.
“Hey,” Jungwon called.
Sunghoon smiled, “Yes?”
“Can you kiss?”
Jay had known where Jungwon was long before he actually looked.
It was a stupid thing, an instinct he hated admitting to even himself, the way his awareness kept tilting back toward the couch like a magnet, like some low, constant pull he pretended wasn’t there. He was half in the circle of his friends, drink warm in his hand, laughter spilling around him in careless bursts, but his attention kept fraying at the edges, thinning, stretching until it snapped back to where Jungwon sat.
He saw it happen in pieces.
Sunoo leaned down to say something into Jungwon’s ear, the familiar way their friends clustered close, then peeled away again, one by one, drawn back toward the music and the center of the room. Jake tugged Ni-ki by the wrist. Sunoo clapped his hands, already halfway gone, already the host again, the birthday boy swallowed by his own party.
And Jungwon, left behind.
Jay’s chest tightened, sharp and sudden, before he could make sense of it.
“Jay!” someone shouted near his ear, a hand catching his sleeve. “Come on, stop spacing out.”
The music swelled, bass thudding hard enough to vibrate through his ribs, and he let himself be pulled forward, into the press of bodies, into movement. He danced because that was what people did, because it was easier to let the noise take over than to stand still and think. He angled himself without really meaning to, shifting just enough that he could still see the couch over the shoulders of the crowd, still keeping Jungwon in his peripheral vision.
It wasn’t like they got along.
They never had.
Every interaction outside of closed doors was friction, sparks without warmth, sharp words traded like currency neither of them valued. They irritated each other on principle, on instinct, for reasons that felt older than logic. The only time that tension ever resolved into something comprehensible was when they were drunk enough to stop fighting it, when mouths replaced arguments and hands replaced insults.
Sex was the only language they shared fluently.
It had started like that, nights blurred at the edges, laughter too loud, drinks too strong, irritation tipping into something physical, something urgent. One thing leading into another, always followed by the same unspoken understanding that this meant nothing. An agreement born out of convenience and denial. No exclusivity. No claims.
Just bodies, and then distance.
Jay told himself he was fine with that.
Still, he hated it when guys hovered around Jungwon.
He hated hearing Jungwon talk about other boys like they were disposable, hated seeing him across rooms laughing with someone else, hated the way jealousy crept in sideways, unwelcome and sharp. It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t allowed.
And yet.
His gaze flicked back to the couch just in time to see someone sit down across from Jungwon.
A guy he didn’t recognize.
Jay’s jaw clenched.
He watched the way the stranger mirrored Jungwon’s movements, the way their glasses lifted and lowered in sync, the easy familiarity settling between them too quickly. Annoyance bloomed in his chest, hot and unreasonably possessive, a thought flashing bright and ugly before he could crush it.
He forced himself to turn back to his friends, to the music, to the rhythm pounding through his body. He laughed when he was supposed to, lifted his drink when someone shouted a toast, let himself get swept up again, because what the hell was he doing?
Jungwon wasn’t his.
They were nothing.
He told himself that, over and over, like repetition might make it stick.
The guy wasn’t across from Jungwon anymore. He was beside him now, too close, knees angled in, their faces turned toward each other in that unmistakable way. Intimate. Like the rest of the party had fallen away and left them in their own small pocket of space.
Jay slowed, his movements stuttering.
For a moment, he genuinely didn’t know what to do.
He hovered there on the edge of decision, drink clenched in his hand, watching Jungwon tilt his head just slightly, watching the stranger lean in. He thought about interrupting, about crossing the room, about saying anything and then the thought followed immediately after, colder and more brutal.
Who are you to stop him?
Jungwon’s lips brushed the other man’s.
Jay scoffed softly, a sharp, humorless sound that barely registered beneath the music. He dragged a hand over his face, palm pressing hard against his eyes, and turned away, shoulders squaring as if that might seal something off inside him.
He didn’t need to see that.
He didn’t want to.
The jealousy sat heavy in his chest, sour and unwelcome, twisting into something that felt dangerously close to regret. He hated it, hated how much it bothered him, hated how easily Jungwon could still get under his skin without even looking his way.
But for all of it, for all the irritation and bitterness and want he refused to name, Jay clung to one stubborn, grounding thought.
Before the party. At the end of the night.
It had been his name Jungwon was screaming.
The moment Jungwon closed the distance, Sunghoon’s mouth was already there, already claiming, already pressing in with a kind of confidence that bordered on impatience. It wasn’t tentative. It wasn’t careful. Sunghoon kissed like he expected to be met halfway, like he assumed Jungwon would match the intensity without question, teeth grazing, lips parting too fast, too deep, the contact bordering on bruising.
Jungwon let it happen for a second longer than he should have.
The noise of the party faded to a dull hum behind his ears as Sunghoon’s hand came up, fingers firm at his jaw, angling his face, keeping him there. The kiss was rough in a way that demanded surrender rather than asking for it, mouths moving with an urgency that felt rehearsed, practiced, like this was how Sunghoon kissed everyone.
It wasn’t bad.
That was the frustrating part.
But it wasn’t right.
Jungwon felt it when the pressure didn’t ease, when the kiss didn’t soften even as his body tensed, when Sunghoon’s hand drifted lower with an assumption that made Jungwon’s breath hitch, not with want, but with instinctive resistance. He pulled back sharply, the movement abrupt enough that it startled them both.
His lips tingled, slightly numb, like he’d bitten down too hard on cold.
He sucked in a breath, chest rising and falling faster than he liked, fingers curling into the fabric of his own shirt as if grounding himself. Only then did he register the dull throb at his mouth, the lingering pressure, the way his pulse still raced without anywhere to go.
That was when the realization hit him, quiet but unmistakable.
He wasn’t used to being kissed like this.
Jay was rough in bed, but his kisses had always been different. Softer. Like he paid attention to the way Jungwon breathed, like he knew when to ease and when to deepen, like he kissed him not to take but to keep him right there. Those kisses lingered. They grounded. They felt like something that stayed even after everything else was stripped away.
This didn’t.
“You good?” Sunghoon asked, voice cutting through the moment, concern flickering across his face.
Jungwon nodded automatically, the motion too quick, too practiced. “Yeah,” he said, even though the word didn’t sit right in his mouth.
An awkward pause settled between them, thick and uncomfortable, and Jungwon felt the weight of a decision pressing down on him, the kind that would spiral if he stayed still long enough.
He didn’t.
He stood up abruptly, the couch scraping softly behind him. “Nice company,” he said, already stepping back, already creating distance. “I’ve got to go, though.”
“Huh?” Sunghoon started, “Wait!”
But Jungwon was already moving.
He didn’t know where he was going. He just knew he couldn’t stay there, couldn’t sit back down, couldn’t let the night tip any further into something he didn’t actually want. He wove through the crowd, shoulders brushing strangers, the bass pounding louder the closer he got to the speakers, his thoughts tangled and sharp and unresolved.
“Jungwon.”
His name cut through the music, clear as if it had been spoken directly into his ear.
He turned.
Jay stood a few steps behind him, breath slightly uneven, eyes dark and focused in a way that made something inside Jungwon snap tight. The sight of him sent a rush through Jungwon’s chest so sudden it almost hurt.
This.
This was what he needed.
Before Jay could say anything else, Jungwon closed the distance in two quick steps, fingers already fisting into the fabric of his shirt, hands sliding up to cup his face without hesitation.
“Kiss me,” Jungwon said, breathless.
And then he did it himself.
Jay barely had time to react before Jungwon’s mouth was on his, the kiss immediate and desperate, lips fitting together like they remembered each other. There was a split second of surprise. Jay’s breath catching, his hands hovering uncertainly before instinct took over, before he kissed back.
It was different.
Not timid, not uncertain, just right, their lips fitting together in a way that felt immediately familiar, like muscle memory waking up. Jungwon exhaled into it, tension bleeding out of his shoulders as Jay responded, not rushing, not taking over, just meeting him there, steady and warm and present.
Jay’s hands came up slowly, one settling at Jungwon’s waist, the other hovering for a heartbeat before resting at the back of his neck, fingers spreading like he was anchoring them both. He kissed back with care, pressure measured, lips moving in a way that followed Jungwon’s rhythm instead of forcing his own.
That was the difference.
Jungwon felt it instantly, the way the kiss adjusted to him, softened when his breath hitched, deepened only when he leaned in closer, mouth parting just enough to let Jay in. There was no rush, no demand. Just heat building gradually, the kind that settles low and steady instead of flaring too fast.
His fingers tightened, one hand sliding into Jay’s hair, nails grazing his scalp as he tilted his head, changing the angle, asking without words. Jay followed, lips brushing, then pressing again, a quiet intensity threading through the kiss, something restrained but unmistakably there.
Jungwon melted into it.
The noise of the party fell away completely now, replaced by the sound of breathing, the faint brush of skin, the steady warmth of Jay’s hands holding him in place. This kiss didn’t numb. It didn’t overwhelm. It grounded him, pulled him back into himself, into the moment.
This was what he’d been missing.
Not the roughness. Not the urgency.
This.
The familiarity. The way Jay kissed him like he knew him, like he remembered him, like he understood exactly how much was too much and how much was never enough.
Jay and Jungwon slipped through the villa like a bad decision they both knew better than to explain, shoulders brushing walls, hands occasionally catching wrists just to keep each other close without making it obvious.
Jungwon hated this part—the walk, the way anyone could glance over and start piecing things together. Jay wasn’t any better, jaw tight, gaze forward, like he was daring someone to say something.
Whatever.
They were drunk enough not to care. Or maybe just honest enough tonight.
The door shut behind them with a soft click, mercifully quiet, and the room immediately swallowed them whole. Music dulled to a distant thrum through the walls, the air cooler here, dimmer, the only light coming from a low lamp near the bed. Jungwon barely had time to take it in before Jay was there again, hands at his waist, mouth finding his like it had been waiting for the privacy to exist.
The kiss came harder this time.
Mouths moving with intent, heat snapping back into place the second their lips met. Jungwon backed into the door instinctively, palms flattening against Jay’s chest as if to brace himself, as if that would stop the way his knees threatened to go soft.
Jay kissed like he was reclaiming something, lips firm, tongue just barely brushing, not demanding entry but promising it. Jungwon answered in kind, biting lightly, breath hitching as Jay smiled against his mouth like he’d been waiting for that.
“Where’s the boy,” Jay murmured between kisses, his mouth already drifting to Jungwon’s jaw. “The one you were eating faces with.”
Jungwon scoffed, fingers hooking into the hem of Jay’s shirt as he tilted his head back, giving him room. “Why,” he shot back, breathless, “are you looking for someone who isn’t here?”
“Just curious,” he said, teeth grazing just enough to make Jungwon suck in a sharp breath. “You looked real busy out there.”
“Was I?” Jungwon asked.
“Yes.”
“Jealous?”
Jay laughed softly against his skin, warm and dangerous. “Hardly.”
His hands moved with intent now, thumbs brushing over Jungwon’s ribs as he tugged fabric up and out of the way, mouth following every inch of newly exposed skin. Jungwon shivered, fingers tightening, the room shrinking down to heat and breath and the sound of his own name barely swallowed between kisses.
“Put your hands on the wall.”
Jungwon complied and placed his hands on the wall by his head, arching his back and sticking out his ass. Even now, he was still a shameless tease.
When he felt Jay's hands find his hips, he made an audible noise of relief. Jay’s hands worked their way up his sides and around to his chest, finding a pert nipple with each hand and rolling them in his fingers and Jungwon keened. His back arching and pressing his ass back against Jay’s bare hips.
“You are so sensitive,” Jay observed.
He gave each nipple another hard tug before working his hands back down towards Jungwon’s lower half. One hand gripped onto his hip, the other went lower until he was pressing against the outline of Jungwon’s straining cock. Jay languidly stroked along the length of his shaft, producing a string of mewling whines from the blonde.
“Ask me nicely and I’ll fuck you,” Jay purred into Jungwon’s ear.
Jungwon sucked in a heaving breath, steadying himself, trying to get his sex-addled body back under control. He couldn’t help it; “Why should I? You’d crawl under my skin right now if you could.”
Jay bit down where Jungwon’s neck met his shoulder, clearly hard enough it would leave a mark, and Jungwon hissed.
“Fuckin’ brat,” Jay mumbled against the mark he’d left behind. “Stop acting so damn proud. I mean, look at you, grinding back on me like a cheap slut. Whining like a bitch in heat.”
His hand left Jungwon’s manhood and he could have sobbed at the loss. But the pitiful noise choked in his throat when Jay hooked his fingers into his wet boxers and yanked them down until they fell down his thighs and pooled as his feet. Big hands gripped Jungwon’s cheeks, spreading them wide exposing the rosebud of his entrance, then Jay stopped.
Jungwon suddenly felt impatient.
He planted his forehead on the cold wall and huffed, “Hurry and fuck me now.”
“Brats don’t get to give orders,” Jay snapped. He smacked on the reddened flesh before delivering another hit to the other cheek making Jungwon’s eyes water.
“Fuck, Jay!” Jungwon balled his fists against the wall. His cock dribbled pathetically hard between his legs, his ass pulsing with need.
“Just fuck me!” He spread his legs a little wider, pleading with his body for something, anything.
“Were you never taught to be patient? Perhaps I need to teach you a lesson in constraint and to be grateful for anything you receive.” Jay taunted. One hand gripped again bruisingly hard on Jungwon hip before he felt him begin to press the head of his cock against his puffy, slick rim.
Jungwon pushed back, chasing the feeling, but Jay held him in place.
“Jay,” Jungwon panted, his voice low, “if you don’t put your dick in me right this fucking second I swear on all that is holy I will walk out this room this instant.”
It seemed that Jay heeded his threat.
He slammed his hips forward all the way to the hilt, punching the air out of Jungwon’s lungs. One of his big hands found Jungwon’s hair pulling him off the wall and against his chest, his back arched obscenely.
“Is this what you wanted, princess?” Jay growled into Jungwon’s ear.
Jungwon didn’t even have the time to respond before Jay was pistoning his hips in again and again at a brutal pace. The hand in his hair moved to his throat, fingers giving just the ghost of pressure to his pulse point. Jungwon’s hands scrabbled back.
The room echoed with the wet slapping of skin on skin, Jay’s grunts and pants, and Jungwon’s own loud fucked-out moans and whines.
“Ah…Jay— nghh… shit. Shit. Fu–uuu–ck!”
“So fucking loud,” Jay panted into Jungwon’s ear his pace never slowing. “Someone might hear you if you keep screaming like that. What if Sunoo comes to check on us, huh?”
Jungwon clenched, a whorish moan ripping from his throat at the thought.
Jay’s chuckled darkly, his hips stuttering just slightly as he continued to fuck ferociously into Jungwon’s clenching hole, stroking his length in time with his thrusts “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Your precious friend seeing you like this? Seeing you drooling on my cock like a filthy cumslut?”
Jungwon tried to shake his head, to protest in any meaningful way, but then Jay hit his prostate and his whole body convulsed in spasms of pleasure and he screamed. Ropes of sticky, hot cum shooting against the wall, painting his clothed stomach and abs and Jay’s hand that continued to stroke him through it.
“Wow, princess. Do you really enjoy my cock hitting that sweet spot of yours? I bet nobody ever made you feel this good, nobody ever reached you this fuckin’ deep, right?”
Jungwon’s hole clenched, spasming around his cock as it continued to bully its way into his spent insides. He felt boneless in Jay’s grip as he continued to fuck into him like a human sex-doll.
“Is this better than whatever you were doing out there,” he scoffed softly. “Or did that guy not know how to keep you shaking?”
“Please… nghhh… If he did, I—ah—wouldn’t have come looking for you.”
“Yeah, I figured.”
Jay’s breath came out in heavy pants against Jungwon’s neck. He pressed kisses and bites to his nape as his hand pressed just a little firmer on Jungwon’s pulse point and he saw stars.
“Squeezing me so tight– shit!"Jay grunted, “that’s it, princess, just like that… fuck!”
“Ja..ay... Jay,” Jungwon couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. He wasn’t even entirely sure what he was asking for, but it seemed that Jay was.
Jay pulled out with a wet squelch, eliciting a whine from Jungwon, before spinning him around. Jungwon saw the absolutely feral look on his face and almost collapsed.
Jay stooped, hooking his arms under Jungwon’s knees and lifting him as if he weighed nothing. His back hit the wall and his arms clutched at Jay’s shoulders as if letting go would be the death of him, and it very well might have been at this particular moment. Jungwon was practically folded in half as Jay slammed him back down onto his cock.
The new angle delivered a hit to his prostate with every thrust. His cock, still hard and leaking, smeared cum along Jay’s abs and Jungwon’s stomach.
Jay’s head tipped forward, planting their foreheads together, hot breath mingling between them as they both panted and moaned and grunted with exertion.
“Won. I’m close. So good… shit … so fucking perfect.” Jay gasped. “Oh shit, oh fuck, can’t hold it anymore! Get ready to take my load, princess.”
“Please cum in me… Need you.… So bad… You’re gonna oh god I can’t…” Jungwon cries, nails continue to dig into Jay’s skin.
With a sudden pulse from Jay’s cock, he buries it deep within Jungwon, shooting streams of hot cum into his warmth. The hot sensation of his sperm hitting Jungwon’s insides is the last nail that does it for his already spent cock, which is barely able to shoot anything out as Jay squeezes it like a vice due to his orgasm, holding it inside.
Jay continues thrusting his hips, trying to get as much of his cum to be deposited inside of Jungwon.
“So fuckin’ warm… here princess, take all my cum…”
Jungwon finally managed to reach his limit, being fucked well. His body is completely spent and his ass is well abused and filled. His mind is jumbled due to the mixture of exhilaration, euphoria and lust that have taken over his mind due to Jay fucking him absolutely silly.
“Fuck… so good. It’s so fucking good. So hot."
Nonetheless, while he was unable to think of anything proper anymore, Jay’s dick, still deep in his ass, continues to withhold its hardened state.
Once Jay has deposited every last drop of his warm cum inside of Jungwon, he slowly begins to retract his member from him, which continues to stimulate every nerve in his ass as he begins to exit, making Jungwon moan like a needy puppy.
What comes next knocks the breath out of Jungwon, as Jay suddenly manhandles him and throws softly to the bed.
“Hey, what are you doing?!”
Jay looked at Jungwon with eyes hungry for more, supported by the fact that his glistening dick is still hard and ready for another round.
“Sorry baby, but your body is just so fucking sexy, and you make my cock feel so good. I can’t do it with just one round, I need more of you.”
Jungwon groaned, turning his head away slightly, his eyelids heavy. “Jay... I'm really tired. That took everything out of me.”
Jay chuckled, “That's funny, because you're the one who jumped me first. Now that you got what you wanted, you're tired? Come on, princess, don't bail on me now.'
“I’m really wiped.”
Jungwon shifted, wincing as the movement made more cum ooze from his sore entrance, the sensation both uncomfortable and oddly arousing in his fatigued state.
Jay watched him for a long moment, his gaze softening just a fraction as he took in the genuine fatigue etched on Jungwon's face. He wasn't about to push too hard, not when Jungwon looked this spent, but damn if the sight of him all flushed and marked didn't stir something fierce in his gut. His cock, still half-hard from their fuck, gave an insistent twitch, begging for attention.
Jay shifted positions, kneeling up on the bed so his hips angled toward Jungwon's face.
Jungwon's eyes cracked open at the movement, widening slightly as he took in the view.
Jay's thick shaft hanging heavy between his thighs, glistening with remnants of their release, the head already swelling back to life.
“What are you doing, pervert?”
“Let me just do this then,” Jay murmured, his voice dropping to a husky drawl as he wrapped his large hand around his base, giving himself a slow, deliberate stroke.
The motion was unhurried at first, his fist gliding up the veined length, thumb swiping over the slit to spread the bead of pre-cum that welled there.
He locked eyes with Jungwon, holding his gaze steady.
“You don't have to do a thing, princess. Just watch me. Watch how hard you make me, even after I've already filled you up.”
Jungwon's breath hitched, his tired body responding despite itself, a fresh wave of heat pooling low in his belly as he stared at the hypnotic rhythm of Jay's hand. The way those strong fingers pumped steadily, twisting slightly at the crown to coax out more slickness, making the skin shine under the low light.
Jay's balls hung full and tight below, shifting with each tug, and Jungwon couldn't tear his eyes away, his own cock giving a lazy twitch against his thigh.
“Jay... you're insatiable.”
“Damn right, I am” Jay growled, leaning forward slightly so his cock bobbed closer to Jungwon's lips, not quite touching but close enough to feel the heat radiating off it.
“Because you feel so fucking good wrapped around me. Remember how you clenched when I came inside you? Milking every drop like you couldn't get enough. Bet your hole's still twitching for more, isn't it? All sloppy and open, just waiting to be filled again.”
As Jay's rhythm built, his eyes glinted with mischief, and he decided to poke at the one thing that always got Jungwon riled up.
“Speaking of getting what you want... What about that guy at the party? The one you were locking lips with before you came running to me. Did he get you this worked up, or was it just a warm-up for my dick?'
“Oh, Sunghoon? Yeah, he was hot. Tongue and everything. Made me think about what else he could do. Maybe next time I'll stick around longer, see if he fucks half as good as he flirts.”
Jungwon’s voice dripped with pride, pushing buttons, trying to stir jealousy in Jay's confident facade, his gaze flicking challengingly to Jay's pumping fist.
And for just a split second, something flickered in Jay’s expression. His jaw clenched before he smoothed it out, mouth curling into something that looked like a grin if you didn’t know him better. If you didn’t notice the way his shoulders stiffened, the way his breath went just a little too measured.
“Yeah?” Jay replied, voice easy, careless on purpose. “Well, go ahead. Kiss whoever you want at parties.”
He leaned in closer, tone dropping, controlled, possession tucked beneath the calm like a blade kept out of sight.
“But we both know how it ends,” he added quietly. “You always come back here. Always end up with me.”
He held Jungwon’s gaze, unblinking, daring him to deny it, acting unfazed, even as the mention of another man still sat heavy in his chest, sharp enough to sting.
Jungwon huffed, but the smirk lingered, his bratty edge softening into reluctant amusement as Jay's words hit too true. He watched intently, the sight of that thick cock swelling harder under the relentless strokes making his own hole clench around the lingering fullness inside him.
“You're such an asshole,” he muttered, eyes locked on the way pre-cum strung from the slit with each twist of Jay's wrist.
“I know.” Jay shot back, his breaths coming shorter now, the vein along his shaft pulsing visibly.
He angled his hips higher, bringing himself even closer to Jungwon's face, the musky scent of his arousal filling the space between them.
“Look at this cock, baby. All hard and dripping just for you. Imagine Sunghoon trying to compete with this. He'd never stretch you open like I do, never make you cum so hard you forget your own name. You're mine, even if you play around.”
Jungwon's defiance melted into raw need, his lips parting as he stared, transfixed by the flex of Jay's forearm, the way his thighs quivered with building tension.
“Fuck, Jay... my face.”
Jungwon whispered suddenly, the words tumbling out in a husky plea, his tired eyes gleaming with sudden hunger. “Cum on my face. Please.”
Jay's grin turned predatory, pride swelling in his chest at the request, proof of his hold on Jungwon.
“That’s my boy,” he rasped, voice strained as he aimed his tip right at Jungwon's waiting features.
His strokes turned frantic, hand squeezing tight at the base before flying up to the head, milking himself with expert pulls. “Gonna cover that pretty mouth, show you exactly who you belong to. Fuck… take it all."
His body locked up, abs contracting sharply as the first thick rope of cum shot out, splattering hot and sticky across Jungwon's cheek and lips.
Jay groaned deep, hips bucking as he pumped out more—white streaks landing on Jungwon's nose, forehead, and chin, dripping down in warm trails. He kept stroking through the pulses, squeezing every last drop onto that flushed skin, his eyes devouring the sight with smug satisfaction.
“Look at you, baby. All marked up. Perfect.”
Panting, Jay finally released his spent cock, letting it bob softly as he leaned down, thumbing a glob of cum across Jungwon's lower lip before smearing it teasingly.
Pride radiated from him, his laugh soft and victorious. “See? Told you. No one else gets this from you.”
Jungwon licked his lips instinctively, tasting the saltiness, his body sinking back into the pillows with a sated hum, too worn out to argue but buzzing with the intimate claim.
“Fuck you.”
Jay's smirk widened into a full-blown, genuine smile. He found the pathetic attempt at defiance incredibly endearing. It was like a kitten hissing after it had already been thoroughly petted. He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound in his chest, and leaned down.
He captured Jungwon's lips again in a slow, deep kiss. He could taste the lingering, salty evidence of himself on Jungwon's tongue, and it only made his smile grow against his mouth. He poured all of his smug satisfaction and a surprising amount of fondness into the kiss.
Jungwon, laid out and pliant beneath him, didn't fight it. He simply responded lazily, parting his lips to let Jay in. His hand, which had been resting limply on the mattress, twitched before he weakly lifted it to rest on Jay's shoulder, not pushing him away, just holding on. It was a silent, tired acknowledgment of everything that had just happened, and everything that was still simmering between them.
The moment stretched, warm and heavy, until a voice cut through the quiet outside the door, loud enough to bleed through the walls even over the distant thrum of music.
“Jungwon?” Sunoo called. “Are you in there? Sunghoon’s asking what happened to you. He said you didn’t look okay.”
Jungwon’s eyes flew open, breath catching as reality rushed back in all at once, the room, the party, the fact that this was Sunoo’s villa and not some nameless place they could disappear inside. His hand tightened briefly on Jay’s shoulder before dropping away, fingers curling into the sheets as if to steady himself.
They looked at each other.
Jay’s expression shifted fast, all heat and focus snapping into something sharper, more alert. His gaze flicked to the door, then back to Jungwon, as if measuring how wrecked he looked, how much time they didn’t have.
He moved quickly, decisively, sliding off the bed and grabbing his pants from where they’d been discarded. He pulled them on in a rush, movements uncharacteristically clumsy, not bothering to slow down or fix anything beyond what was absolutely necessary.
“Stay,” he murmured to Jungwon, already crossing the room.
Jungwon nodded faintly, chest still rising and falling unevenly as he pushed himself up just enough to look less conspicuous, running a hand through his hair with a frustrated huff.
Jay reached the door and opened it just as Sunoo was about to knock again.
Sunoo froze.
His eyes widened, flicking past Jay’s shoulder instinctively, taking in just enough of the room, the bed, the atmosphere, for understanding to hit him square in the face.
“Oh,” Sunoo said.
Jay stepped out just enough to block the view, casualness forced but practiced.
“Jungwon's okay,” he said evenly. “Just… tired.”
Sunoo stared at him for a beat longer, mouth falling open as the pieces snapped together with horrifying clarity.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” Sunoo said, dragging a hand down his face.