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"Another."
Hyunjin smiles, languid and slow, and brings the joint to his lips. Takes a longer hit than before, smoke filling his lungs as he breathes in slowly; Jeongin watches him with dark eyes, pupils dilated and lips swollen, warm thighs pillow-soft around Hyunjin's hips. His eyelids flutter as he lets out a small gasp, fist curling in the sheets beside Hyunjin's arm, a light squelching sound echoing through the silence of the room - he'd probably added another finger.
Which makes it four now, Hyunjin realizes. Arousal tingles at the base of his spine, cock jerking slightly on his stomach, pooling more precum in the divots of his abdomen; Jeongin notices and laughs, breathless.
"Excited?" he asks, teasing
Hyunjin doesn't bother to dignify that with an answer. Just crooks his finger at Jeongin, mouth full and lips pursed around the joint, motioning for him to come down.
He pulls it away when Jeongin's lips brush against his, just the suggestion of a touch; gently, he pushes his thumb down on Jeongin's bottom lip. The tiniest bit of pressure, but Jeongin gives way so easily, opens up his mouth as he tilts his head to the side ever so slightly.
The smoke slowly flows across the space between their lips, gossamer white-wisps curling around their cheeks and up before their eyes; Hyunjin tugs him closer by the chin when he's exhaled all he can, sealing it within Jeongin's mouth as he presses their lips together. Firm, yet soft. A grounding touch.
A quiet, wet smack reaches his ears when Jeongin pulls back and breathes out, slowly opening his eyes to stare down at Hyunjin through the haze. His cheeks are flushed a beautiful shade of pink, lips shining in the low light. He's magnificent.
And all Hyunjin's, at that.
"Good?" he murmurs, running his palms over Jeongin's smooth thighs.
Jeongin hums, smiling lazily as it hits him. The flush on his cheeks, like ink dropped into water, flows down his neck and across his chest. "Lil strong, but good," he mumbles, shifting himself forward a bit.
He places one hand on Hyunjin's chest, reaching behind him to grab the base of Hyunjin's cock with the other. It makes Hyunjin suck in a quick breath, unconsciously bucking up into Jeongin's touch. Jeongin just laughs, steadies the head against his rim, and sinks down.
It's smooth, slick, yet so fucking tight. Hyunjin swears it's a god-given gift, how well Jeongin takes cock-like he was born for it. He sighs, completely at ease and content, when he's fully seated; brushes back his sweaty hair and smiles down at Hyunjin, circling his hips around his cock.
"Don't tease," Hyunjin whispers, voice nearly pained. His fingers dig into Jeongin's hips, urging him upwards.
Thankfully, Jeongin seems to be just as wound-up as he is. He doesn't bother to argue; just lifts himself up and slowly sinks back down, riding Hyunjin's cock in the most lazy way possible. Almost like he wants to savor it, somehow. He's told Hyunjin that, before. That the high makes everything just that much sweeter, more satisfying in a way he can't really explain.
Honestly, Hyunjin doesn't really care. High or not-he just treasures any intimacy Jeongin allows him, in whatever way he wants.
The bed springs creak gently with every bounce of Jeongin's hips, quiet gasps falling from his lips like raindrops- and then he's leaning forward on his hands, lazily rolling his hips as he pants into Hyunjin's mouth more than he kisses him.
He's tired, Hyunjin knows. He always tires more easily when he's like this.
"Innie, baby," Hyunjin murmurs, pulling away from Jeongin's lips when he stops moving altogether. He rubs his palms across the swell of his cheeks, before moving upwards to rest against his hips. "Lay down and relax. Let hyung take care of you, yeah?"
Jeongin moves back slightly, blown-out eyes glinting. "You mean you're gonna-"
When Hyunjin nods, Jeongin doesn't waste any time in plopping himself down on his back.
Hyunjin muffles a laugh into his hand, shaking his head at the sheepish grin on Jeongin's face as he crawls over his body. He allows Jeongin the time to shotgun once, twice more and then he's reaching for the bottle of lube, pouring some out on his fingers to rub together.
"Let me know if it's too much," Hyunjin says, pressing a kiss to Jeongin's cheek. When he feels Jeongin nod against him, fingertips skating along his shoulder blades, he pushes in the first finger.
It doesn't take him long to work Jeongin up to three, still nice and loose from his cock. He feels Jeongin jolt slightly against him when he rubs his fingers over his prostate; he focuses his attention there, rubbing small circles into the smooth muscle of his walls, pressing gentle kisses to Jeongin's skin as he lets out soft little gasps and moans against his ear.
He arches his back as the pressure builds and builds, thighs twitching and hips trembling- Hyunjin doesn't pay any mind to the pain of nails digging into his back, the fingers sinking into his hair and pulling.
All he cares about is Jeongin's pleasure, getting him over that hill and helping him back down when it's all over.
"I-oh," Jeongin sighs, breath hitching as his hips quiver against Hyunjin's fingers. "Touch me, please - I wanna, wanna finish"
"Anything for you," Hyunjin hums against his lips, pressing a quick kiss there before he reaches down with his free hand, fingers circling around the leaking head of Jeongin's cock. A low whine leaves Jeongin's mouth as he does, brow furrowing, head thrown back against the pillows-it takes only a few strokes for him to come with a low moan, spurting thick ropes of white across his stomach and chest, thighs trembling against Hyunjin's sides.
It's quiet for a few moments. Hyunjin removes his fingers and cleans Jeongin up, lets him pull him down for a long, sluggish sort of kiss. He doesn't even notice Jeongin's hand creeping along his stomach until he's wrapped his fingers around his cock, jerking him off until Hyunjin cums with a muffled moan into Jeongin's lips.
He lets Jeongin finish the joint off when they're drifting off to nuzzling his nose into Jeongin's neck while he stubs the thing out in the ashtray. "Love you," he mumbles into his warm skin.
The last thing he hears before he's sinking into his dreams is Jeongin's quiet, "Love you more."