Unravel

by sailorminbin

Summary:

Jeongin has always had a love-hate relationship with skinship and Han Jisung, but it turns out neither are as bad as he thought they'd be.

Notes:

so this is technically my first fic of 2022...sorry for the long wait I know I said I had a lot planned and I did but life gets in the way you know how it goes. anyways here have some jeongsung as an apology bc sensitive!jeongin and jeongsung as a ship overall have been rotting my brain and invading my dreams. pls enjoy!

Jeongin has a complicated relationship with skinship. It’s not that he hates it, he just avoids it at all costs. Again, not because he hates it, no. In fact it’s just the opposite.

He loves skinship. Loves it so much, in fact, that he’s terrified of initiating it. He never indulges himself in his secret desire for physical contact, which is rather difficult living with seven other men who initiate skinship like they’ll die without it.

Maybe it's a vulnerability thing. Jeongin has always had a hard time being vulnerable. He hates to cry in front of people, he hates talking about his feelings, he hates anything that has to do with baring a part of himself. And he feels horrifically bare as soon as anyone lays a hand on him.

Whether it be Hyunjin's hand on his thigh or Changbin cuddling into his space, it feels too…intimate. Jeongin doesn't like how his body just seems to melt when someone puts their hands on him. He hates feeling out of control.

So, Jeongin pretends to hate it, always pushing them away while fighting every instinct to melt under their hands into a little puddle. He can’t let anyone know just how sensitive he really is. He doesn’t even know how sensitive he truly is. He’s just never allowed himself to be fully touched before. The small touches are enough to make him shiver and whine and he really doesn’t want to discover how he’ll react if someone really gets their hands on him. 

The problem is, like he said, is that he lives with seven other men who love getting their greasy little hands on him. They dote on Jeongin since he’s the youngest, always teasing and wanting to be affectionate, especially knowing his apparent “distaste” for skinship. They think it’s some sort of game. 

Especially Han fucking Jisung.

Jisung isn’t necessarily the clingiest member, but he’s definitely the one who teases Jeongin the most. Always asking Jeongin for kisses and seeing how far he can push Jeongin’s limits. The others usually tend to pull away after some teasing, but Jisung just keeps going. If it’s a game, Jisung is in it to win. 

As of lately, Jisung’s been getting even bolder. Even when they’re alone, away from prying eyes, he’ll pull Jeongin close and run his hands along Jeongin’s thighs and whisper in his ear. Jeongin always has to stop himself from whimpering and curling into Jisung’s heady touch. It’s far too much for his touch starved self. 

He begins to avoid Jisung. It starts off subtle; mostly squeezing himself between different members so he doesn’t have to sit next to Jisung. He comes up with excuses as to why he can’t hang out with Jisung alone, leaving the room when it’s just them. He’ll get up and move when Jisung tries to sit next to him. 

It seems he wasn’t subtle enough when Jisung corners him in his room one day.

When Jisung opens the door, Jeongin is already on his feet, muttering about needing to use the bathroom for his grand escape. When he tries to slip past Jisung, however, Jisung grabs him by the arm and holds him in place.

“Have you been avoiding me?” Jisung asks.

Jeongin tries and fails to tug himself from Jisung’s grip. “No.”

“Liar. Every time I sit next to you, you move. Every time I try to hang out with you, you make up some bullshit excuse about being busy.”

"Have you considered the fact that I’m an idol and I’m in demand?” Jeongin tries.

Jisung looks frustrated, running a hand through his hair and huffing. He thankfully lets Jeongin go, but still blocks the door. “Are you mad at me?”

Jeongin feels his stomach curl with guilt. “No.”

“Jeongin,” Jisung’s eyes soften considerably, and he looks genuinely concerned. “If I did something wrong you need to tell me.”

Jeongin avoids his gaze. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?”

Jeongin sits back on the bed and sighs. “It’s not you,” he begins.

“So…you have been avoiding me.” Jisung looks disappointed.

“I’m sorry. Like I said; it’s not you. I just…” He trails off, unsure how to go about this. 

Jisung sits on the bed beside him, bumping their knees together playfully. “You can tell me.”

Jeongin sighs, “You’ve been very…touchy with me lately.”

Jisung nods slowly, understandably. “Do you want me to stop touching you, then?”

Jeongin stays silent for a long moment. He should say yes. It would fix all his current and future problems with skinship, and he knows Jisung would keep his end of the promise. But a part of him doesn’t want to say yes. He likes physical contact, and taking it away entirely would probably make him sad and lonely.

"No,” he says finally. “I’m just–I just–"

“If you don’t like it, you can tell us. You know we wouldn’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

“I know,” Jeongin whispers. “It’s not you, hyung. It’s not that I hate it, I don’t. I like it. I like it a lot.”

“So why…?” Jisung trails off, confused.

“Why what?”

"Why do you avoid it?” 

And there it is. The question Jeongin so desperately doesn’t want to answer. 

Jeongin shrugs helplessly. “I’m not used to it?”

“Jeongin, you’ve lived with us for four years.”

“I’m still not used to it,” Jeongin mumbles, and it’s not a lie. He’ll never get used to the constant skinship, always craving more but far too shy to ask for any more. “I just–I’m–”

Jisung tips his head, waiting patiently for a response. A response Jeongin just can’t spit out.

"You’re…?”

“I’m sensitive,” Jeongin finally whispers, far too low for Jisung to hear.

“You’re what?”

“Sensitive,” Jeongin repeats, a little louder, but still without confidence.

Jisung stares at him. “You’re sensitive?” Jeongin nods. “I don’t think I understand. You hate skinship because you really like it and you’re sensitive?”

“I know how it sounds,” Jeongin sighs. “It’s dumb. I–"

“It’s not dumb,” Jisung interjects. “I just need a little more explanation.”

Jeongin’s eyes turn downward. “I don’t really know how to explain.”

“Try me.”

Jeongin huffs. “...I really like it when people touch me. To like, an embarrassing extent. When people touch me I get all warm and it’s just really embarrassing. I don’t let people touch me because I’ve never really been touched before and I don’t know how I’ll react—other than the fact that it’ll be embarrassing.”

Jisung leans back, musing over this for a moment. “It’s not embarrassing.”

“It is.”

"No,” Jisung insists. “You’re touch starved. You don’t ever let yourself just enjoy being touched. It’s just your body’s natural reaction to being deprived of what it wants.”

Jeongin shifts around, uncomfortable. “Well, it’s embarrassing.”

“It isn’t. You just want some physical contact.”

“I shouldn’t,” Jeongin mumbles. “I’ve survived this long without it.”

"Everyone needs physical affection. Humans are social creatures. We bond through it."

 They lapse into a moment of silence. It’s not comfortable, but it’s not exactly uncomfortable either. 

“Can I touch you?” Jisung suddenly asks, so quietly Jeongin is sure he’d imagined it.

Jeongin blinks at him. “What?”

“Like, right now,” Jisung elaborates a little, then his eyes widen. “That sounded demanding. I mean like, can I touch you right now? You said you’re never able to indulge in just being touched…I can touch you, if you want. Give you what you need.”

Jeongin’s heart pounds. Jisung is offering to just…touch him? “What?”

“Like…” Jisung seems to be getting increasingly nervous with his offer. “You don’t have to be embarrassed with me. I like skinship too. I’m sensitive too. I know you’re touch starved and how nice it is to just…touch someone.”

Jeongin doesn’t move, doesn’t know how to respond. What Jisung is offering sounds more than nice, it sounds like a dream come true. To just finally let himself touch and be touched and feel the heat of someone else’s skin on his own without worrying.

He mulls over the idea in his head. He trusts Jisung, he trusts him a lot. He believes Jisung won’t think he’s weird or make fun of him. And it shouldn’t be weird, they all touch each other all the time. Now Jeongin just finally has a private moment to really enjoy it. 

Slowly, he nods. 

“Okay.”

Jisung blinks at him. “Okay? You’re okay with this?”

“Yeah. It can’t be any different than how you normally interact with the others, right?”

Jisung nods. “Right.” A lapse of silence. Neither of them move for a long moment. “...Come here?”

Jeongin hesitates before carefully scooting over until his thigh is pressed against Jisung’s. He swallows thickly, skin buzzing as he silently leans into Jisung’s warmth. Jisung doesn’t move for a moment, lets him come closer until he’s too shy to move any further. Then, Jisung wraps an arm around Jeongin’s waist and tugs him impossibly closer.

Jeongin blinks, his body going back and forth between panicking and scrambling away and leaning himself completely into Jisung. He decides some battles simply aren’t worth it, and slowly rests his head in the crook of Jisung’s neck. 

It’s something they’ve done before, but not like this. Now, Jeongin’s face is tucked completely against his throat, inhaling Jisung’s sweet scent and lips lightly grazing his warm skin. Jisung shivers, squeezing Jeongin’s waist appreciatively. 

Jeongin’s heartbeat is erratic, thumping so hard he feels like it’s going to leap out of his chest. It shouldn’t bother him this much, it’s barely a hug, but god, it’s so insanely addicting already.

Jisung’s scent is heady and sweet, like honey and citrus. Jeongin can feel his pulse beating softly beneath his skin, warm and rhythmatic. Jeongin sighs and listens to the soft thud, pressing himself fully against Jisung. The hand on his waist moves over his back, gently stroking the delicate curve of it. Jeongin fully relaxes, that first sense of panic completely overshadowed by the overwhelming warmth spreading across his body.

He’s never felt so satiated in his life. He’s finally getting what he’s always wanted.

"Does this feel okay?” Jisung whispers after a while.

Jeongin nods, not trusting his voice. His insides feel like pudding. He shudders when Jisung’s hand suddenly slips under his shirt, nails gently scraping the skin of his back. Jeongin makes a soft noise into Jisung’s skin as Jisung scratches his back, nuzzling against him. 

“You really are sensitive,” Jisung murmurs, more to himself than Jeongin.

Jeongin squirms. “Shut up.”

“I don’t mean it in a bad way,” Jisung quickly clarifies. “It’s cute. I didn’t know you liked skinship this much.”

"Neither did I,” Jeongin quietly admits. 

He's never allowed anybody to touch him like this. He's never allowed himself to be touched like this.

“Mmm. Well now you know. Should I…keep going?”

“Keep going?” Jeongin frowns. How far could Jisung possibly go?

The hand on his back pauses, hesitating. “...Like–nevermind.”

Jeongin’s heart catches in his throat. “No, wait. What do you mean? What more can you do?”

“I can–I can–" Jisung inhales shakily. “Why don’t I just…keep touching you…and you tell me if you want me to stop?”

Jeongin is still confused, but nods. He trusts Jisung, and that empty ache is back in his chest. The first taste of what he’s always wanted only left him desiring more. 

The hand on Jeongin’s back traces patterns along the skin, while his other hand reaches over and traces along Jeongin’s tummy and–oh does the new contact have electricity running up Jeongin’s spine. Jisung gently pets his tummy like he would a cat, nails lightly scathing in a way that has Jeongin’s skin buzzing. His hand trails up, up and Jeongin’s breath catches when his nails scratch along his ribcage, gliding over the bumps and ridges. 

Jeongin shudders, exhaling shakily. “That’s–”

“Too much?” Jisung pulls away a little and Jeongin immediately whines at the loss of contact.

“No. Don't stop."

Jisung is quiet for a moment, thinking. In that small moment of silence Jeongin is worried he’s blown it. Jisung probably thinks he’s weird now for getting so worked up just from simple touches and he’s going to stop.

“Could you um…” Jisung swallows thickly. “Could you lie on your back for me?”

“Oh,” Jeongin whispers, a little confused. “Sure.”

Jisung releases his hold on him and lets Jeongin slide down onto the bed, head resting against the pillow. He blinks up at Jisung, desperately waiting for him to continue. Please keep touching me, is at the tip of his tongue, but he’s far too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Jisung finally moves, but instead of continuing to pet Jeongin’s tummy like he expected, he crawls in between Jeongin’s legs. Jeongin stops breathing as Jisung stares down at him at the new angle, reaching out and running both of his hands up Jeongin’s shirt. Jeongin lets out the breath he was holding and arches up into Jisung’s touch, the palms of Jisung’s hands soft and warm against his skin.

Jisung continues this for a while, running his hands up and down and tracing patterns along Jeongin’s abdomen. Jeongin’s eyelids begin to droop shut, his body warm and more relaxed than it's ever been.

He jolts when Jisung’s hands begin to slide further up his shirt, cupping the bottom of his chest. Jisung pauses there, looking down at Jeongin, giving him a chance to speak up and say no. When Jeongin doesn’t, he reaches up further, his fingers grazing lightly over Jeongin’s nipples.

Jeongin mewls, his pants tightening at the new contact. He’s never been touched, but especially not like this. He knows his chest is sensitive, his everywhere is sensitive, but this is a whole other feeling. 

“Hyung–"

“Was that–was that too much?” Jisung stutters, his eyes wide. 

He’s clearly shocked by Jeongin’s reaction, and Jeongin feels heat flood his face when he realizes how embarrassing he’s acting. He’s completely melting under Jisung’s touch, something he’s never done with anyone. He’s never been so vulnerable, never allowed anyone to see him like this. But they’ve already come this far, and he certainly doesn’t want Jisung to stop now.

“No,” Jeongin whispers. “Please don’t stop.”

Jisung swallows and nods, his fingers rubbing over Jeongin’s nipples again, more purposeful this time. Jeongin moans, his hands curling into the sheets. 

“Fuck,” Jisung murmurs, his eyes lidded. 

Jeongin squirms a little, heat settling deep in his gut at the dark look in Jisung’s eyes. They’ve definitely crossed some sort of boundary now. This isn’t just skinship anymore, it’s something else entirely. The intent behind Jisung’s touches are different now, the air between them is charged with something Jeongin can’t identify. 

Jisung leans over, his body hovering dangerously close over Jeongin’s. Jeongin avoids his gaze, trying to focus on stopping all the blood from rushing to his dick. He’s already semi-hard in his pants, and Jisung’s touch only burns his skin hotter with each passing second. His fingers on one hand play with Jeongin’s nipple, while his other hand is gripping Jeongin’s waist, his thumb rubbing soothing patterns along Jeongin’s ribs. 

“Can I…” Jisung trails off, nibbling on his bottom lip shyly.

Jeongin takes a second to catch his breath before prompting, “Yeah?”

“God, this is going to sound weird. I–"

Jeongin can't help but laugh. “I think we’ve already gone past weird, hyung.”

Jisung laughs too, albeit a little nervously. The hand on Jeongin’s chest moves, and for a moment Jeongin is disappointed, until Jisung moves to cup his face instead. He freezes.

“Can I kiss you?”

Holy shit.

“W–What?” 

Jisung wants to kiss him. It’s something he’s joked about plenty of times, but he doesn’t seem to be joking in the slightest right now. He’s leaning into Jeongin’s space, his hand cradling Jeongin’s cheek, his eyes totally focused on Jeongin’s lips. 

“I want…I want to kiss you,” Jisung whispers, eyes lifting to meet Jeongin’s. “Can I?”

Before, Jeongin would never even consider allowing Jisung to kiss him, but right now? Right now Jeongin’s body is aching for any sort of contact. It’s practically screaming at him to yank Jisung in and press their bodies together, to lose himself in Jisung’s warmth. He so desperately wants more, whatever more entails.

Jeongin finds himself nodding, his hands coming up to slide into Jisung’s hair, pulling him impossibly closer. “Please, hyung.”

Jisung’s eyes widen comically. Jeongin can’t blame him; he never thought he’d be begging for Han Jisung to kiss him. If anything it should be the other way around. 

Jisung leans in, his breath tickling Jeongin’s lips. Jeongin chases his lips, closing the small gap. It’s shy at first, nothing more than the press of lips on lips, Jeongin unsure of what to do. Then Jisung’s lips begin to move, Jeongin following suit. It starts out slow, their mouths carefully moving in tangent as they get a feel for each other. But it quickly becomes heated, Jisung tilting his head and gently coaxing Jeongin’s lips open. Jeongin shivers when Jisung’s tongue prods at the seam of his lips before slipping inside his mouth. 

Jeongin’s hold on Jisung’s hair must be painful, so he carefully releases it, hands sliding down to Jisung’s arms. He squeezes and hums appreciatively when firm muscle greets him. The hand on his waist creeps up to his chest again, tweaking Jeongin’s nipple between soft fingertips. Jeongin softly cries out against Jisung’s lips, Jisung swallowing his embarrassing noises.

Jeongin feels so…hot. His entire body feels like it’s on fire. He’s gone from being insanely touch starved to greedily drinking in every bit of skin on skin contact he can. He feels drunk, so pleasantly overwhelmed by everything and he never wants it to stop. 

Unfortunately, Jisung pulls away only a moment later, evoking a whine from Jeongin’s throat. When he chases after Jisung’s lips, Jisung only pulls away further.

“Wait–"

The hand on his chest splays out and pushes him back down. “You wait.” Jeongin resists the urge to pout, trying not to seem so desperate. “Can I um…”

When Jisung fumbles with words for a few moments Jeongin sighs, just wanting to get back to being touched again. “What is it now?”

“Can I touch you?”

“You are touching me.”

“No,” Jisung says quietly. “Like…really touch you.”

Yeah, Jeongin is definitely hard now. 

Fuck, he should really say no. This has definitely gone too far now. They’re coworkers and best friends, going any further could damage their relationship. But…they’ve already gone this far. Jisung’s already kissed and touched him in ways nobody else has before. He’s already so riled up, Jisung can’t just stop now. 

“Yeah, you can.”

Jisung sits back and runs his hands down Jeongin’s abdomen. Jeongin sucks in a breath as his hands dip lower than before, toying with the hem of his pants.

“Are you sure?” 

Jeongin whines and wiggles his hips impatiently. “Please, hyung.”

Jisung hesitantly reaches out and brushes a hand over the growing tent in Jeongin’s pants. It’s feather light, but Jeongin’s hips buck up into the touch anyways, unused to the new contact. Sure, he’s touched himself before, but it’s different when it’s someone else. 

Jisung palms him through his pants, causing Jeongin to tremble and moan under his touch. His hips subconsciously grind up into Jisung’s hand, heat licking up his spine.

God, he’s never felt like this before. It’s too much but not enough. As if he can sense Jeongin’s desperation, Jisung crawls up his body–still palming him–and kisses him again. Jeongin whimpers and moans into his mouth, clutching any part of Jisung’s body he can reach. 

He slips his hands up Jisung’s shirt–something he’d been afraid to do before–but now that his brain is foggy, he can’t resist. He’s always admired Jisung’s body, but now that he actually has his hands on it, he realizes how impressive it truly is. He runs his hands along the planes of toned skin, feeling it flex beneath his fingertips. Jisung’s hand suddenly slips under the hem of his pants, wrapping around Jeongin’s aching cock. 

Jeongin gasps, “H-hyung.”

“My name,” Jisung whispers. 

“What?”

“Say my name.”

Jisung thumbs over his head, spreading the leaking precum and jacking his cock faster. 

Jeongin gasps, “Jisung-ah.”

Jisung swears under his breath. “It’s so hot when you say my name like that, baby.”

Jeongin’s cheeks turn crimson, a small whine escaping the back of his throat. Not only did Jisung call him hot, he also called him baby. Jisung calls everyone–including Jeongin–baby, but not in this context, not in that tone of voice. 

Jisung gives him a quick kiss on the mouth before trailing kisses down his jaw. Jeongin’s heartbeat and hips both stutter when Jisung’s lips connect with his neck. His neck has always been super sensitive, and his shoulders instinctively come up to shy away from Jisung’s lips.

Jisung pulls away to look at him. “Don’t like that?”

“I’m just really sensitive there.”

Jisung raises an eyebrow. "Aren’t you sensitive everywhere?” he giggles.

Jeongin huffs, “Yes, but my neck especially.”

“Hmm. So that’s a no-zone?”

Jeongin thinks for a moment. “...No. It’s fine. I’m just not used to it.”

I’m not used to any of this.

Jisung seems to understand, because he smiles softly. “Hyung’s got you.”

Jeongin nods and Jisung leans back down, pressing the softest, most gentle kiss to his neck. Jeongin can’t hold back a giggle that quickly dissolves when Jisung presses open mouthed kisses to his neck and–oh that’s his tongue dragging across Jeongin’s skin. Jeongin’s eyes flutter shut at the new sensation, small gasps and moans escaping him. 

His hands come up to his mouth, trying not to be so loud. The others could be home and it’s just overall embarrassing, but fuck is it hard. He’s feeling so many things at once, with Jisung’s hand wrapped around him and his mouth on his neck it’s too much. 

“You’re pretty like this,” Jisung murmurs into his neck. Jeongin’s skin grows ten times hotter. “All desperate and whiny for me.”

“‘M not whiny.” He whines when Jisung’s hand suddenly pulls out of his pants, his hips weakly grinding up into nothing. “Hyung…”

“See? Whiny.” 

Jeongin opens his mouth to argue but stops when he Jisung shifts, his hands placing themselves on either side of Jeongin’s head and clothed cock pressing against Jeongin’s. Jeongin’s eyes roll into the back of his head, a shocked moan escaping him. He can feel Jisung straining in his pants and the realization that Jisung is hard because of him makes him dizzy. 

Jisung rolls his hips down against Jeongin’s, letting out a deep groan into Jeongin’s ear. Jeongin’s hands claw at Jisung’s back, his own hips canting up to meet him. They grind feverishly against each other, Jeongin’s body trembling violently underneath him. 

“Fuck, Innie,” Jisung moans. 

Jeongin’s cock twitches pathetically in his pants at Jisung’s wrecked voice. He probably looks even more wrecked from where he’s hiding in Jeongin’s neck. Jeongin can’t believe he’s having this sort of effect on him. He’s never felt so wanted in his life. 

Jisung nips at his neck, his teeth scraping the skin in a way that has Jeongin’s back arching. His hips move faster, desperately chasing the pleasure that starts and ends with Jisung. He clings to Jisung, never wanting to let go, to simply drown in him forever. He wants Jisung so bad he can’t even think, doesn’t even know what he wants, he just wants Jisung. He wants everything. He wants–

Jisung’s hands move down Jeongin’s body, stopping to grip at his waist and press his hips into the mattress. Jeongin squirms against his hold, frowning deeply when Jisung doesn’t allow him to move.

“Hyung?” 

“You need to slow down,” Jisung explains. 

“Why?” Jeongin whines.

“You’re too worked up.”

“‘M not,” Jeongin mumbles, squirming in Jisung’s hold again. 

“You are.”

"Is that a bad thing?”

“No,” Jisung says after a moment. “It’s cute. But…I don’t want to rush this.” His voice dips lower, sending shivers up Jeongin’s spine. “I want to take my time taking you apart.”

“O-Oh…”

Jisung rolls his hips down, deliberately slow, but rough. Jeongin moans, his hips instinctively trying to buck up again, and once again failing to move. Warmth floods his gut when he realizes how utterly trapped he is beneath Jisung. Why is it so undeniably hot how strong Jisung is? Jeongin couldn’t fight him even if he wanted to. The loss of power makes his head spin. 

“You’re so gorgeous like this, angel,” Jisung whispers, evoking another whimper from Jeongin. “I want to savor this. I want to remember this. I want to make you feel good.”

“You are,” Jeongin gasps, trembling as Jisung continues his torturously slow movements. 

"Yeah? Hyung makes you feel good?”

Jeongin closes his eyes, letting Jisung take control. “S-So good.”

“Tell me,” Jisung presses, punctuating his command with another drag of his hips. “Tell hyung how good he makes you feel.”

“You make me feel so good. Only you, nobody else. I–I want more.”

“More? More what? Is this not good enough for you? Should I stop, then?”

Jeongin’s eyes fly open at that. “No. No. No. Please don’t stop. I didn’t mean it like that–”

“How did you mean it, darling? You want me to go faster? You want me to make you cum?”

Jeongin nods frantically. “Yes. Yes.”

Jisung hums thoughtfully, his lips vibrating against the column of Jeongin’s throat. “Maybe if you beg for me.”

Jeongin jolts, not expecting that. He’s already begged tonight more than he ever thought he would, and for Han Jisung of all people too. He’s embarrassed enough as it is, and the thought of listening to an actual command to fucking beg for him just makes him flush hotter. Somehow…the embarrassment doesn’t exactly feel like a bad thing. And it’s not like they can just stop now. Not when Jeongin is this wound up, completely at Jisung’s mercy. He wants so badly to come undone already.

“Please,” Jeongin blurts. He feels Jisung’s breath hitch against his skin, and he continues. “Please, hyung. Jisung. Please. I want this so badly. I want you. Want you so bad it hurts. Please.”

He keeps babbling, repeating please and hyung over and over until Jisung releases Jeongin’s hips and slams his own down. Jeongin cries out and grinds against him desperately, hands scrambling for purchase. 

“You are so fucking pretty,” Jisung growls in his ear. His hips are unrelenting against Jeongin’s, rolling in such an expertly perfect way that has Jeongin seeing stars. “I want to fucking ruin you.”

Jeongin keens at that, tears springing in his eyes. It’s too much. Everything is just too much. From Jisung’s warmth and scent all around him, to his gravelly voice whispering filth in his ear, to the overstimulating sensation of his cock dragging repeatedly against Jeongin’s. His bottom lip quivers, his breath hitching as a near silent sob attacks him.

Jisung pulls away, his movements stilling. “Jeongin?” Jeongin turns his face to the side, cheek smushed against the pillow. “Jeongin.” He feels hot tears slipping down his cheeks and squeezes his eyes shut, too embarrassed to meet Jisung’s gaze. “Jeongin, please look at me.”

Jeongin shakes his head. “No.”

 Jisung swears under his breath, lifting his body up so they’re not pressed together anymore. Jeongin opens his eyes, horrified at the idea of stopping now. He was so close. 

“W–Wait. Please. Come back.”

 “Iyen-ah, you’re crying,” Jisung says gently. His hands come up to cup Jeongin’s face. “Did I do something wrong? Do you want to stop?”

“No,” Jeongin protests. “Please. Don’t stop. They’re good tears. You–You’re making me feel so good. Please don’t stop.” His voice is smaller than it’s ever been, cracking every so often.

Jisung stares down at him with soft eyes, searching his face. Jeongin’s chest shakes with another sob, a whimpered “please” slipping out before he can stop it. God, he's never been this needy before.

“Sh, sh,” Jisung murmurs, thumbs gently wiping away his tears. “Aren’t you just the prettiest little thing?”

Even in his emotional state, Jeongin still manages to huff, “Who are you calling little?”

Jisung cracks a small smile, brushing Jeongin’s bangs from his eyes. Instead of entertaining Jeongin’s banter, he connects their lips again, soft and sweet. Jeongin lets out a muffled moan when Jisung’s hips start moving again, not nearly as sweet and innocent as his lips. His hands move from his face to roam the expanse of Jeongin’s body, taking Jeongin’s thighs and wrapping them around his own waist.

“I think it’s hot that you’re crying just from this,” Jisung murmurs against his lips. “God, the things I’d do to you.”

Jeongin shivers, his thighs instinctively tightening around Jisung. “What would you do to me?”

“Mmm. I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

“Why not?”

“You’re already such a pretty little mess just from this,” Jisung answers in between more kisses. “You wouldn’t be able to handle me, angel.”

Jeongin wants to argue, but he can’t. He doesn’t know what Jisung could possibly have in mind for him, but he knows anything further than this would have him completely break down. He’s already begged and cried for Jisung, and all they’ve done is dry hump like horny teenagers. And fuck, he’s already so close.

“I’m–I’m close, hyung,” Jeongin whispers. 

“I know, baby, I know.” God, if Jisung doesn’t stop calling Jeongin all these pet names he might seriously combust. “And you’re doing so good for me. You’re such a good boy.” Jeongin lets out a high whine at that. “Oh? You like being a good boy? My good boy?”

Jeongin writhes under him, the heat in his gut coiling into a tight spring. He’s never toyed with the idea of being someone’s, especially not Jisung’s, but the possessive tilt in Jisung’s voice pushes him even closer to the edge. 

“Please, Jisung-ah," Jeongin begs, so lost in it he forgets the honorific. "I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna–”

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?”

Jeongin whimpers and nods, tucking his face into Jisung’s neck. Jisung’s fingers lace through his hair and yank him back, ripping a breathy moan from Jeongin’s chest.

“Ah-ah,” Jisung tuts. “I want to see your pretty face when you cum.”

Jeongin so badly wants to look away, but he can’t tear his eyes away from Jisung. Jisung looks so beautifully debauched, his pupils blown out, lips swollen and kiss-bitten, hair sticking to his forehead. His eyes are so dark as he stares down at Jeongin like he’s something to be devoured. I want to fucking ruin you, Jisung said, and he has. Jisung has never been more beautiful, and Jeongin has never been more ruined. 

“Please,” Jeongin breathes for the millionth time that night. “Please, Jisung. Please. Can I cum? Can I please–"

“Fuck, you’re just perfect. Asking for permission,” Jisung groans. “Of course you can, angel. You’ve earned it.”

Jeongin doesn’t hold back anymore, filthy moans falling from his lips as white heat spreads through his body. He cums harder than he ever has in his life, his back arching off the bed and hands clinging to Jisung’s shirt. Jisung whispers sweet praises in his ear, telling him how good he is, calling him angel and baby, gently talking him through as he rides out his high. 

More unbridled tears spill down Jeongin’s cheeks. Jisung leans forward and kisses them away, bringing more of that strange warmth to Jeongin’s chest. Jeongin relaxes against the bed, his body spent. Jisung pets his hair, running his hand through the dark locks and scratching Jeongin’s scalp. 

“You’re amazing,” Jisung murmurs against his cheek. “So pretty.”

Jeongin sighs contently, his eyes fluttering shut. Then they open again. “Wait, did you…?”

Jisung shushes him with a kiss. “Don’t worry about me.”

“B–But I want to help you.”

Jisung doesn’t respond, kissing him again. Jeongin’s eyes flutter shut, addicted to the feeling of Jisung’s soft lips against his own and the warmth of Jisung’s tongue pressing insistently into his mouth. Jeongin forgets instantly what he was trying to do, losing himself in kissing Jisung once again. 

He sighs into the kiss, hands roaming up the expanse of Jisung’s back. He whimpers when Jisung kisses him harder, their teeth knocking together. Jisung squeezes the curve of Jeongin’s waist, humming appreciatively when Jeongin arches up into him. 

“You’re so responsive,” Jisung murmurs against his lips, causing him to shudder. “All we’re doing is kissing.”

Warmth blooms across Jeongin’s cheeks. “It…it feels nice,” he mumbles defensively.

Jisung laughs, low and breathy. “It does, hmm?”

He kisses Jeongin again, and again, and again. Jeongin doesn’t know how long they kiss for, time moving like they’re underwater, slow and murky.

Kissing Jisung is…surprisingly nice. Jeongin’s never really kissed anyone before, but he can definitely see the hype now. He likes the way their lips and bodies mold together like they were made for it, the low, addicting heat settling in his tummy and chest. It feels so natural, so easy. Two words he’d never thought would describe kissing Jisung. 

Eventually they do have to pull away, the stickiness in Jeongin’s underwear getting rather uncomfortable, and it’s late. When Jisung pulls away, Jeongin is worried their little bubble has burst and now things will be awkward. But no, Jisung merely tells him that he should go clean up and presses one last slow kiss to Jeongin’s lips like he can’t get enough. 

Jeongin reluctantly crawls off the bed and heads to the bathroom to clean himself up, anxiety coursing through him now that he’s away from Jisung’s intoxicating touch. What the fuck did they just do? Did he seriously just cum in his pants like a teenager? And with Han fucking Jisung of all people?

Jeongin’s never thought about any of the other members-especially not Jisung-in such lewd scenarios, and now here he is in his post nut clarity, already missing Jisung’s wandering hands and mouth. God, he wants so badly to lose himself in Jisung’s touch all over again. And he hasn't even been away for five minutes.

Jeongin stares at his debauched reflection in the bathroom mirror and lightly slaps himself. What is horny, touch starved Jeongin thinking? This can never happen again, it shouldn’t have happened in the first place. They’re best friends and coworkers, they’ve definitely crossed a million different lines. 

He sighs and changes out of his soiled clothes, cringing at the feeling of cum sticking to his thighs. Once he’s all cleaned up he slowly makes his way back to his room, anxiety increasing tenfold. How can he face Jisung again after this? Surely something between them has changed. God, it’s probably going to be so awkward now and–

And Jisung is asleep.

Jeongin stares at Jisung, curled up on his bed, arms wrapped loosely around himself, lips parted and drool lightly dribbling out of them onto his poor pillow. Jeongin shuts the door and carefully approaches him, unsure if he’s really asleep. He watches Jisung for a few moments before deciding yes, he's definitely passed out. Jeongin crawls into bed beside Jisung, trying to not disturb his sleeping figure. Whether for Jisung’s sake or his own, he’s not sure.

Jeongin lays beside him on his back, staring at the ceiling as a million different thoughts course through his mind. His heart is still beating erratically, hyper aware of Jisung’s warmth only a few centimeters away from him. Jisung mumbles something in his sleep, flipping over toward Jeongin and encircling his arms around him, tugging him close. Jeongin tenses, but doesn’t have the energy to fight, letting himself be pulled into Jisung’s strong arms and lulled to sleep by his peaceful breathing.

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When Jeongin wakes up, Jisung is gone. 

He ignores the stab of disappointment, reminding himself that Jisung has a slightly different schedule than his own today. He pulls himself out of bed, trying to forget the previous events of the night before. 

When he sees Jisung throughout the day, everything is just as it was before. Jeongin doesn’t know what he possibly expected. It’s not like Jisung is going to become extra touchy knowing how sensitive Jeongin is, and despite his loud and confident nature, he certainly wouldn’t tell anyone what happened at Jeongin’s expense.

Still, Jeongin can’t help the constant disappointment weighing down his shoulders throughout the day. 

They hardly get any free time alone for some time after, and Jeongin doesn’t know how to feel about that either. It’s not like he expected him and Jisung to start jumping each other at every privately shared moment. It’s just weird to act so normal after something so not normal had happened.

It only gets more confusing when the dorms split up, Jisung moving in with Changbin, Chan, and Hyunjin, while Jeongin gets stuck with Felix, Minho, and Seungmin. Now Jeongin sees Jisung even less, which shouldn’t be a bad thing. 

It should be a good thing, because out of sight, out of mine, right? Wrong.

The privacy of a less crowded dorm leaves Jeongin alone with his thoughts, and he soon discovers that a lot of his thoughts are occupied with Han Jisung. Overthinking every little interaction they have, wondering what Jisung is doing, what he’s thinking out, if he’s thinking about Jeongin, if he’s thinking about how he touched Jeongin and called him pretty and angel and–

Yeah. It’s a problem.

Now he misses Jisung, haunted by the ghost of his touch and getting lost in his own fantasies where he comes undone from Jisung’s touch all over again. He tries to push away the thoughts but the longer he’s away from Jisung the worse it becomes. He’s been avoiding skinship again, his body aching for any sort of contact, and Jisung is the only cure. 

He knows he could ask Jisung to touch him again, but why would Jisung do that? Jisung is more experienced than him, has had much better than Jeongin, why would he settle? What’s so special about Jeongin? 

Jeongin curls under the covers of his bed, closing his eyes and waiting for sleep to take him. Instead, Jisung’s face dances behind his eyelids, taunting him with his dark eyes that devour him whole and soft lips that whisper gentle praises in his ear. Jeongin opens his eyes and sighs, shoving the thoughts and heat curling in his gut away.

Jeongin frowns at the sudden light bursting in his room and the buzzing on his nightstand, confused. When he picks up the phone, he grows even more confused. Hanji-hyung blinks back at him on the screen, the buzzing never ceasing. Why on earth is he calling so late?

Without thinking, Jeongin slides the phone to unlock it. “Hello?”

He’s met with silence for a moment, until there’s a shy, “Hi.” 

Jeongin’s eyebrows crease together. “Is something wrong, hyung? Why are you calling so late?”

“I haven’t been able to sleep,” Jisung confesses.

“Oh. Insomnia again?”

Jisung sighs, the line crinkling as his breath hits the speaker. “Yeah. Too many thoughts.”

“About?”

A beat of silence.

“You.”

Jeongin’s heartbeat quickens. “W-What?”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Innie,” Jisung whispers.

Jeongin laughs, albeit a bit nervously. “Why?”

"When you…when you let me touch you…” Jisung trails off, and Jeongin can imagine him nibbling on his lip and fidgeting. “Now all I can think about is your pretty little sounds and how pretty you looked when you came for me...”

Jeongin doesn’t know what to say. Jisung’s voicing the exact same thoughts that have been plaguing Jeongin for weeks on end. How could he possibly feel the same, after how embarrassing Jeongin acted that night?

“I don’t–I don’t get it,” Jeongin mumbles. “I wasn’t really…special. You barely touched me.”

Jisung laughs, but not unkindly. “That’s what’s so amazing about you. You’re so fucking sensitive it’s adorable. Just makes me want to ruin you over and over again. See how much you can take.”

Jeongin shivers, the ghost of Jisung’s touch skimming up his body. He so desperately wants that again. He’s going to lose his mind if Jisung doesn’t touch him again. “Why don’t you find out?”

“Oh?” He can hear the smirk in Jisung’s voice. “Is that an invitation?”

“Get over here right now, Han Jisung,” Jeongin deadpans.

Jisung chuckles. “It’s past midnight. I can’t just go down there right now.”

“Find a way.” Desperation is beginning to leak into Jeongin’s voice. 

"Sh…calm down, angel. Already so worked up and I’m not even there,” Jisung coos. 

Jeongin nearly slaps himself. Jisung’s right; he shouldn’t be this worked up. 

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I can’t come over right now but…I can do something for you,” Jisung begins cryptically.

Jeongin nearly whines. “Please.”

“Already begging…so cute. I haven’t even said what I’d do.”

“What will you do?”

Jisung hums thoughtfully. “I could talk you through touching yourself.”

Jeongin tries to contain the excitement beginning to buzz underneath his skin. “Are you finally going to tell me what you’ve been thinking about doing to me?”

“That depends,” Jisung drawls, his voice dropping an octave lower as he adds, “Will you be a good boy for me?”

Jeongin exhales shakily. “I–I think I can do that.”

“You're so precious. So good for me,” Jisung praises him gently. 

“What…What should I do?”

“Touch yourself,” Jisung says easily, like Jeongin can just do that without dying of embarrassment.

“But…but…”

“Do you want me to start, so you’ll feel less self conscious?”

Jeongin bites his lip and nods before realizing Jisung can’t see him and saying, “Yes, please.”

There’s some shuffling on the other end of the line, Jisung’s bed creaking as he adjusts himself and probably undresses himself. Jeongin can’t help but wonder what he looks like right now. He’s seen Jisung naked before, (it’s hard to have privacy living with seven other men) but only in passing, and never in moments like this. And he’s never really had the chance to truly take in how beautiful Jisung is. He silently curses himself for being unable to go further than they did last time, wishing he could’ve seen Jisung’s small but wonderfully compact body. 

He’s so busy conjuring up faded memories of Jisung naked he almost misses the small sigh Jisung lets out on the other end. Almost. He zeros in on that, listening intently to the way Jisung’s breathing picks up, just barely heavier and quicker than before.

“Are you…are you…” Jeongin’s cheeks flame, unable to get the sentence out.

Jisung lets out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, baby, I’m touching myself. Are you?”

Jeongin looks down at himself, staring at his body before setting his phone off to the side, turning it on low speaker. He takes in a deep breath before sliding a shaky hand down his body, creeping under his sweats and wrapping around his already half-hard dick. He lets out the tiniest whimper.

"I guess that answers my question.”

Jeongin pays him no mind, furrowing his eyebrows as he tries to pump himself in his pants. Eventually he pushes his pants down and spits into his hand, stroking himself in smooth, unrestricted motions. His cock throbs in his hand, undeniably turned on by the breathy noises coming through the phone. 

Once again, he wonders what Jisung looks like right now. What does his cock look like? Jeongin can’t help but wonder. Is he big? He definitely felt big when they were grinding against each other all those weeks ago. He must be pretty, everything about Jisung is pretty.

"What–What are you thinking about?” Jeongin whispers into the phone, desperate to know the thoughts that have been running through Jisung’s head for weeks now.

“You,” is the cocky answer he receives.

Jeongin wishes Jisung were here so he could smack him. “No shit, smartass. What are you thinking about doing to me?”

Jisung hums. “Are you sure you’re ready to hear the answer to that yet?”

“Hyung.”

Jisung laughs again. “Say please.”

“No.”

“Then I guess I won’t tell you.”

Jeongin sighs, deciding to throw his pride out the window. He’s already begged for Jisung before. “Please, hyung?”

Jisung hisses, low and breathy. “I really like it when you beg for me. Almost as much as I like hearing you moan my name.”

Jeongin’s face grows hot. “Maybe I’d be a little more vocal if you’d quit being difficult.”

“Fine.” There’s some movement on the other end. “You want to know what I want to do to you?”

Jeongin’s eyes flutter shut at the sudden huskiness in Jisung’s voice. “Mhm.”

“I want to pin you down and fuck you until you’re a dumb, drooling, pathetic mess.” 

Jeongin’s eyes snap open, not expecting such a straightforward answer. His cock pulses in his hand, precum leaking out of his slit. He moans into the phone, his hips snapping up uncontrollably.

“Please…”

“Do you know how hard it is,” Jisung pants. “To go out with you and the others and pretend like I don’t want to bend you over and fuck you senseless in front of everyone?”

Jeongin gasps, his hand moving faster. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know you wanted that.”

“Who wouldn’t want such a pretty thing like you? Listen to you, already coming apart for me, and I’m not even there.”

Jeongin whimpers, fucking into his fist at Jisung’s condescending voice. “Please, hyung. Want you to touch me again. I need you.”

"I know that, baby, I want it too. But I can’t right now. Pretend I’m there, yeah? Pretend it’s your hyung touching you right now.”

Jeongin closes his eyes and tries to do just that, pretending his hand is Jisung’s smaller, slightly rougher one. He reaches his free hand up and rolls one of his nipples between his fingers, letting out a broken gasp. 

“Fuck, I bet you look so pretty right now,” Jisung moans wantonly. “All desperate, playing with yourself to the sound of my voice.”

Jisung is clearly affected by their current situation, if the breathy moans playing through the speaker are anything to go by. Jeongin shudders, feeling exposed knowing Jisung is on the other end, listening to him get off. He can’t imagine the noises he makes are flattering, but perhaps Jisung thinks so. 

“Hyung,” Jeongin whispers after a while, heat curling in the pits of his stomach. “Hyung, please. I’m close.”

"Wait.”

“What?”

“You’re not allowed to cum until I do.” Jeongin bites down on his lower lip to muffle a whimper. “And I don’t want this to end just yet.”

A shiver runs up Jeongin’s spine. He wants so badly to cum, but he promised Jisung he’d be good. He hates himself for it but he slows his hand and takes deep breaths to stop himself from reaching the edge too quickly. 

“I didn’t even get to tell you what I’d be doing to you if I were there.”

Jeongin releases his lip from his teeth, the blood rushing back into it. “What would you do to me?”

“Mmm. Wanna see you all tied up.”

“W–What?”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” Jisung laughs breathily. “All tied up, unable to fight me, completely helpless. All open for me to take as much as I want.”

Jeongin is glad Jisung isn’t there to see the way his cock weeps and his back arches up and off the bed at the words. Fuck, he’s never been more turned on in his life. He squirms, hand pumping faster despite his earlier promise. 

“Jisung-ah–"

“I could tie your hands behind your back, your legs to the bed…I want to watch you squirm. You’re always shying away from my touch but you wouldn’t be able to do that, would you?”

“Jisung if you keep talking I’m going to–to–”

Jisung tuts disapprovingly. “Ah, can’t have that. Don’t you want to be good and wait for me?”

“Hyung,” Jeongin pleads, breathless. “Please let me cum. I can’t. I can’t.”

“Don’t.”

There’s tears prickling at the corners of Jeongin’s eyes. “Please, Ji-”

“I’m coming over.”

Jeongin pauses, his chest heaving as he tries to collect himself and his thoughts. “What? But you said–"

“I know what I said.” There’s movement on the other end. “I’m coming over.”

“But it’s late…”

“I don’t care,” Jisung insists. “I’m coming." He pauses. "Is that…okay?”

Jeongin nods frantically, his body already shaking at the idea of Jisung being here finally, touching him again. “Yes, please.”

“I’ll be there in a few.”

The line goes dead and Jeongin stares at his phone for a long moment, heart thumping in anticipation. Jisung is actually on his way. He’s rushing over at nearly 1am just to touch Jeongin. He wonders what Jisung is possibly planning on doing to him. 

Jeongin lays in bed for a while, a million different scenarios running through his mind. He doesn’t touch himself anymore, too afraid that he’ll bust before Jisung even arrives. He’s so…needy right now it’s embarrassing. He’s never wanted so badly just to be touched in his life. He honestly doesn’t care what Jisung does to him, as long as he just touches him.

His phone buzzes.

Hanji-hyung:

im at the door

Jeongin exhales and quickly makes himself presentable before getting out of bed and heading to the front door. He pauses in front of it, nibbling his lower lip anxiously, hand hovering over the handle. After another moment’s hesitation he thinks fuck it and opens the door, opening his mouth to greet Jisung on the other side.

Immediately he’s cut off by a pair of lips, Jisung’s hands clutching his face and body pressing into his space before he can even think. Jeongin lets out a muffled noise of surprise but quickly drowns in the kiss, sighing and letting his lips meld with Jisung’s.

God, he missed this. He missed feeling Jisung’s soft lips against his own, his thumb petting Jeongin’s cheek. Jeongin fists at the material of Jisung’s hoodie, trying to tug him impossibly closer.

“The door,” Jeongin whispers, realizing the door is still wide open. “Hyung, get the door.”

Jisung doesn’t miss a beat, lips connecting with Jeongin’s again while his foot kicks blindly out to push the door shut. They both jump and freeze when the door shuts with a loud slam. They pull away from each other, staring breathlessly at each other for a long moment in the near-darkness of the apartment. Then, they collapse into giggles.

“Sh, baby,” Jisung shushes him after a moment, even though he’s still giggling. “They’ll hear us.”

“Oh, like how they heard you slam the damn door shut?” Jeongin grins.

Jisung shakes his head and presses another kiss to his lips, legs shifting as he quickly kicks off his shoes. “Your room,” he urges against Jeongin’s lips.

Jeongin doesn’t need to hear any more, pulling away to tug Jisung by the wrist to his room. He shuts the door behind them–much more precariously–before he’s immediately yanked toward his bed. 

Jeongin’s back hits the mattress unceremoniously, his hair fanning out against the sheets. Jisung reaches to the side and turns on the bedside lamp and he takes the new light source as an opportunity to stare up at Jisung in awe. He eyes the way Jisung’s lips look swollen and his eyes look darker than usual. 

Jisung straddles his waist, taking Jeongin’s hands and lacing their fingers together to give them a gentle squeeze before releasing them. He leans forward and presses kisses to Jeongin’s neck, a smile ghosting over Jeongin’s skin when he shivers. Jeongin weakly grinds his hips up, seeking friction for his still-aching cock. 

Jisung huffs into his neck. “Needy baby.”

“Please,” Jeongin whispers, hands coming up to lace through Jisung’s hair when his teeth graze his collarbone. “I need you.”

“You want me to touch you, angel?” 

Jeongin nods frantically, his eyes fluttering shut and teeth digging into his bottom lip. “Please. I’ve waited long enough.”

Jisung hums and his hand travels down Jeongin’s body. Jeongin’s breathing picks up, already trembling under the light touch. Jisung decides to be a little evil tonight, sliding his hands up Jeongin’s shirt, tracing along the warm skin underneath.

He takes his sweet time exploring the expanse of Jeongin’s body, taking in every little needy whine Jeongin lets out as he drags out the teasing longer. When Jisung’s hand finally travels lower and presses down on the tent in his pants he keens, a little too loud for the silent dorm.

“Fuck,” Jisung whispers. “I’ll never get over how sensitive you are. Absolutely adorable.” 

His hand presses down harder and Jeongin whimpers, his hips bucking up into Jisung’s touch. Jisung draws back and slips his hand into Jeongin’s pants, touching him with one less layer between them. He traces his thumb over Jeongin’s head, cooing at the obvious wetness leaking through his boxers.

“Already so wet for me, baby.”

Jeongin squirms, his body flushing in embarrassment. He hates how easily he comes undone for Jisung, already so worked up and they’ve barely even started. He blames it on the fact that he’s never been touched by anyone before Jisung, that he’s just so sensitive and needy from never being able to indulge in being touched so shamelessly. 

“What are…what are you going to do to me?” Jeongin whispers, already feeling hot and dizzy as Jisung finally slips his hand into his boxers and wraps a hand around him fully.

“Depends,” Jisung murmurs, cryptic as ever.

Jeongin resists the urge to hit him. “Don’t tease me.”

“But baby,” Jisung pulls away to grin at him. “You’re cute when you get all needy. I never get to see you like this, so pliant and pretty.”

Jeongin huffs and tries to retort but is cut off by a quiet gasp when Jisung’s hand speeds up its pace around his dick. He melts into the sheets, burying his face into Jisung’s neck and desperately bucking his hips up into Jisung’s hand. “Please. You can do whatever you want to me. Just please.”

“Whatever I want, huh? Oh, you’re just so sweet like this.”

Jeongin’s fingers clutch at the fabric of Jisung’s shirt, tugging at it. “Take this stupid thing off.”

“That wasn’t so nice.”

“Take it off Jisung, I want to see you.”

Jisung contemplates that for a moment before leaning back on his knees and slipping his shirt up and over his head. Jeongin sucks in a breath as he takes Jisung in, even in the dim lighting he can see the outline of his hard earned muscles and broad shoulders accenting his much thinner waist. He doesn’t miss the stupid smirk on Jisung’s face.

“Like what you see?” Jisung teases, leaning forward again. Jeongin doesn’t indulge him with a response, making grabby hands at him. “Ah…” Jisung catches his hands and laces their fingers together, stopping him from doing anything. “You too.”

Jeongin frowns, “Me what?”

Jisung chuckles and untangles their hands, reaching down and tugging pointedly at Jeongin’s shirt. Jeongin’s stomach drops. “Can I?”

Jeongin’s mouth opens and closes a few times before he nods dumbly, letting Jisung pull his shirt off him and leaving him exposed. He shivers, arms instinctively coming up to cover himself. Jisung tuts and pulls his arms away from his chest.

“You’re gorgeous,” Jisung murmurs with bright eyes, giggling when Jeongin can only gape at him. 

Jisung leans back down and kisses Jeongin sweetly on the lips before moving down to his jawline. Jeongin squirms when Jisung’s lips trail down his neck, gently nipping and sucking along his pulsepoint. Just when he thinks Jisung will stop there, Jisung moves down further, pressing wet, open mouth kisses down Jeongin’s chest. Jeongin’s breathing accelerates when Jisung’s mouth nears his rapidly hardening nipple, stopping to press his tongue against it. Jeongin moans and arches up off the bed, hand sliding into Jisung’s hair to tug at it. Jisung kisses and licks and sucks at it, abusing his poor nipple until it’s puffy and red, drinking in every little sound Jeongin is unable to hold back.

Eventually he lets up, mouth moving down lower to mouth and nip at his ribcage, hands coming up to clutch Jeongin’s waist when he tries to squirm away.

Jisung mumbles something into his skin that sounds like so pretty and digs his thumbs into Jeongin’s waist, effectively holding him in place. His mouth continues its descent to Jeongin’s stomach, then dipping into his hips, and it's only when his thumbs move down to hook under Jeongin’s pants does Jeongin realize what he’s about to do.

“Are you–” Jeongin chokes out. “Are you going to…?”

“Do you want me to?” Jisung blinks up at him. “We can stop if you’re not comfortable.”

Jeongin shakes his head. “No. Please keep going. I meant what I said. Whatever you want.”

Jisung turns his attention back to Jeongin’s pants, mouthing at his skin again. Jeongin can feel the grin against his hip as he says, “You’ll regret giving me that power over you.”

And fuck, he probably will, but Jeongin can’t find it in himself to care. Especially not when Jisung is finally tugging down his pants and boxers and freeing his cock from its confines. Jeongin tenses as Jisung wraps a hand around him, giving his cock a few gentle pets and thumbing over the tip to spread the precum for an easier glide. His thighs instinctively spread wider, giving Jisung easier access. Jisung strokes him slowly and leans down to press kisses to Jeongin’s trembling thighs.

Jeongin whimpers, his thighs twitching at the new contact. Jisung takes this new information and decides to become a menace, dragging his teeth along the sensitive skin and giggling when Jeongin quietly cries out. 

“Sensitive baby,” Jisung murmurs. “I don’t even need to suck your dick. I bet you could cum just from this.”

Jeongin thrashes a little, his thighs tightening around Jisung’s head. “Please, hyung.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Jisung nips him one last time on his inner thigh, before leaning up to press a kiss to Jeongin’s shaft, causing him to jolt a little. If he thought he was sensitive before, nothing could compare to the feeling of Jisung’s mouth on his cock. Jisung mouths at him, pressing open mouthed kisses along his aching cock and letting his tongue dart out every once in a while. Jeongin whines and squirms under him, already seeing stars at the teasing touches.

“Please, Jisung,” he pants out. “Don’t tease.”

Jisung wraps his lips around the head of his cock, Jeongin softly crying out at the sensation. Slow as ever, he sinks down onto Jeongin’s cock, his mouth warm and wet all around him. Jeongin moans the deeper he goes, enveloping him in that intoxicating heat. Soon, his nose is buried into the coarse hair curled at Jeongin’s pelvis, his throat constricting around him. 

Jisung bobs his head a few times, lips sliding up and down Jeongin’s shaft. Jeongin groans as Jisung hums around him, the vibrations shooting up his body. He slides a hand into Jisung’s hair, clutching it tightly to ground himself.

Jeongin’s toes curl, trying desperately not to cum down Jisung’s tight throat immediately. He feels so insanely good wrapped all around him like this, Jeongin has no idea how long he’s going to last. He’s so tense from trying to hold himself back from thrusting his hips into Jisung’s skull, not wanting to cum too fast and accidentally hurt him.

Jisung suddenly pulls off, causing Jeongin to whine.

“You can fuck my face if you want,” Jisung says, his voice a throaty growl. “I can tell you’re holding back.”

Jeongin nearly dies on the spot. “A–Are you sure?”

Jisung nods. “I can handle it. I’ve done it before. You don’t have to be gentle.”

As much as Jeongin doesn’t like the idea of Jisung having done this before with someone else, he’s far too excited to have the chance to even do this to truly care. 

His hand tightens in Jisung’s hair as Jisung goes down on him again, blinking up at him encouragingly once he’s enveloped Jeongin’s cock again. Jeongin plants his feet on the mattress and experimentally thrusts his hips up into Jisung’s mouth. His eyes roll back when Jisung moans around him, sparks igniting up his spine. Spurred on by this reaction, Jeongin fucks into Jisung’s throat again and again, moaning. His throat is completely lax, taking Jeongin so incredibly well, letting him use him like a toy. 

It doesn’t take long for Jeongin to reach his breaking point, whimpering and whining as his hips stutter into Jisung’s throat. “J–Jisung-hyung–"Jisung moans around him again, reminding Jeongin how much his hyung likes hearing him say his name. “I’m close. I’m so close. Please.”

Jisung encouragingly pets his hip with one hand, letting Jeongin continue to relentlessly fuck his mouth until his thrusts become sloppy and messy. Jeongin whimpers Jisung’s name repeatedly, his eyes slipping shut as his body goes taut. A few more rolls of his hips and he’s cumming down Jisung’s throat with a high moan, slapping a hand over his own mouth to muffle it. Jisung swallows around him, Jeongin’s legs twitching from oversensitivity.

He pulls off, wiping his lips with the back of his hand and reaching up to take Jeongin’s hand which is clutching his hair painfully tight. Jeongin relaxes his grip and lets Jisung intertwine their fingers, chest heaving as he comes down from his high. He jolts when Jisung mouths at his thighs again, his lips skimming the sensitive skin and pausing every once in a while to kiss and suck at it.

“You did so good,” Jisung murmurs. Jeongin shivers, hand squeezing Jisung’s. “Sound so pretty for me. So desperate.”

A whine catches in the back of Jeongin’s throat, Jisung’s teeth grazing his upper thigh. He trembles.

“Please.”

“Sh, hyung’s got you.”

Jisung gently nips and sucks, sending more little jolts of electricity up Jeongin’s body. He’s shaking so badly, still so sensitive from having just came, and Jisung’s mouth is doing wonders on his thighs. Jisung nips him a little more roughly, bruising the inside of his thighs. He wonders if the little love bites will show up tomorrow, proof of what Jisung’s done to him tonight. Remnants of how Jisung ruined him. 

He moans a bit louder when Jisung bites down particularly hard, causing Jisung to shush him again. “Can’t have any of the others hearing your pretty little sounds, can we?” Jeongin shakes his head. “Oh, imagine if they heard their precious little maknae getting ruined like this. You wouldn’t want that, hmm? Wouldn’t want everyone knowing you’re not their innocent baby anymore? That you really love being touched in such filthy ways?”

Jisung punctuates his words with a sharp bite to Jeongin’s thigh. Jeongin’s back arches off the mattress and he bites down on his hand with a muffled moan as he cums for a second time across his torso.

Jisung sits up, staring at Jeongin with wide eyes. “Innie?”

Jeongin covers his face with his hands, body flooding with embarrassment. How could he cum just from having his thighs marked up and a little dirty talk? He’s too damn sensitive.

“‘M sorry," Jeongin mumbles through his fingers.

“Fuck, no, baby,” Jisung whispers, crawling up Jeongin’s body to pull his hands from his face. “It’s okay. That was…really hot, actually. I didn’t know you would do that.”

Jeongin sighs, still a little shy. “Neither did I.” 

“Here,” Jisung offers, sitting up and grabbing some tissues from the nightstand. He dabs at the cum splattered across Jeongin’s stomach, carefully cleaning him up. “There you go.”

Jeongin eyes him as he tosses the tissues in a small waste bin. “What about you?”

Jisung shakes his head. “I’m okay.”

“Hyung,” Jeongin whines, sitting up and reaching out for him with shaky hands. “You didn’t let me help you last time either. Can I please? I want to help you too.”

I want to see how pretty you look when you cum.

Jisung hesitates for a moment and Jeongin is sure he’s blown it. Of course Jisung wouldn’t want the help of an inexperienced virgin like him. What good would he be?

And then–

“Okay. Come here.”

Jeongin blinks at him in shock, then scrambles to scoot forward and tug at Jisung’s pants. Jisung chuckles at his eagerness, sitting back and letting Jeongin pull off his pants and boxers. Once they’re thrown off somewhere to be forgotten, Jeongin pauses to stare at Jisung.

He’s so mind blowingly beautiful. Jeongin’s never had the opportunity to admire him like this, looking absolutely sinful with his impossibly skinny waist and broad shoulders and his stupid fucking abs that Jeongin immediately wants to mouth at. He’s practically drooling as he stares, reaching forward as if he’s in a trance and wrapping his hands around Jisung’s waist. 

“You’re so…”

“Hot?” Jisung finishes with a smirk and raised eyebrow. 

Jeongin rolls his eyes, even as he blushes from how embarrassing he’s being blatantly ogling his friend’s body. How can Jisung have no shame? He’s naked in front of Jeongin and doesn’t have a hint of shyness on his features, watching Jeongin with unbridled amusement, clearly enjoying the attention. God, Jeongin cannot stand this man. 

“What do you want me to do?” Jeongin asks, blinking up at Jisung nervously. 

He’s never done this before, and he certainly doesn’t want to mess it up. Touching Jisung with his hands should be easy enough. Jeongin has a dick and he’s well versed in the art of jacking himself off, so it can’t be all that different. It’s the other stuff he’s worried about. He certainly wouldn’t be able to get his face fucked like Jisung without choking. 

“Can I fuck your thighs?”

Jeongin’s mouth drops open, his mind going blank. “Can you–what?”

“Like,” Jisung gestures toward Jeongin’s legs. “Hold your thighs together and let me fuck the space between them. Is that okay with you?”

Jeongin blinks rapidly a few times. Holy shit, he might seriously cum three times in one night. 

“Yeah, sure,” he says after a moment. “How do we…?”

“Lie on your back.” 

Jeongin does as told, letting Jisung kneel between his parted legs. Then, Jisung presses his thighs together and grabs his ankles, hooking them both over one shoulder and hunching over Jeongin’s bent form. It’s a bit of an odd angle at first, but Jeongin doesn’t dwell on it–especially when he feels the head of Jisung’s cock nudging at his inner thighs. He shivers and gasps as Jisung presses in between the soft flesh of his thighs, his skin smearing with precum. 

Jisung quietly groans, “Fuck, baby, feels so good.”

Jeongin nearly moans at the words, his head falling back as Jisung gently fucks his thighs. He starts at a steady pace, holding Jeongin in place as he thrusts his hips. Jeongin can’t help but enjoy the feeling, Jisung’s cock sliding between his thighs almost tickling him. He likes the feeling of being used like this, like some sort of toy. 

Jisung’s hips speed up, snapping against his thighs to create an obscene slapping sound that has Jeongin’s head spinning. Like this, he can almost imagine he’s getting fucked.

He shuts his eyes and envisions Jisung hovering over him, thrusting inside him hard and deep, filling him up and pressing against all the right spots. Jeongin’s spent cock twitches in interest at the images, already filling out again at the idea of getting fucked by Jisung. 

Despite the embarrassment flooding his body, he reaches down and tugs at his cock in time with Jisung’s thrusts.

“Oh shit,” Jisung breathes. Jeongin feels his hand being slapped away and is soon replaced by Jisung’s. 

It doesn’t take long for Jisung’s thrusts to become messy and lose their rhythm, stuttering as he gets closer and closer to his own orgasm. Jeongin keeps his eyes shut, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he listens intently to Jisung’s ragged breathing and soft groans.

“Open your eyes,” Jisung murmurs at some point. Jeongin does, blinking up at Jisung and taking in his raw, ruined state. Jisung smiles. “There’s my pretty boy.” Jeongin feels his cheeks warm, a whine escaping him and his thighs instinctively tensing and pressing together. Jisung curses, his hips snapping faster and hand tightening around Jeongin’s cock. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum. You’re so pretty like this. I’m-”

Jeongin’s breath catches in his throat as Jisung’s eyebrows furrow together and his lips part in an obscene moan. Jeongin feels his cock pulse between his thighs before painting his torso in white. A few seconds later, Jeongin gasps as he cums for the third time that night, squeezing his eyes shut at the intensity of it. 

It’s so overwhelming, it almost hurts, but it feels so good. He’s trembling so hard he feels like he can’t move. 

“Hey,” Jisung whispers, pulling out of Jeongin’s thighs and letting them fall open so he can crawl over Jeongin’s shaking body. “Hey, you okay, baby?”

Jeongin nods and opens his eyes, his skin numb. He barely registers Jisung’s hands coming up to cup his face. He presses a kiss to Jeongin’s forehead, mumbling something under his breath that Jeongin is too tired to try to comprehend. 

Jisung pulls away completely, evoking a confused whine from Jeongin. “Where are you going?” he slurs, reaching for Jisung without thinking.

“I need to clean you up,” Jisung explains gently, grabbing more tissues and beginning to wipe down Jeongin’s torso. 

Jeongin relaxes against the sheets and lets Jisung carefully clean him up, his eyes slipping shut again. He feels like he’s going to pass out.

Once Jisung is done cleaning him up he tosses the tissues and hesitantly hovers over Jeongin for a moment, a question hanging in the air.

Jeongin cracks open his eyes and mutters, “What?”

Jisung finally has the audacity to look bashful. “Well, I should probably be getting back to the dorm.”

Jeongin’s eyes open fully, his stomach dropping. “You’re leaving?”

Jisung gives him a quizzing look. “Do you want me to stay?”

“I–” Jeongin cuts off his needy response. No, he doesn’t want Jisung to leave. He feels terribly clingy in a way he never has been before and the thought of falling asleep alone leaves an emptiness in his chest he can’t comprehend. But he can’t just tell Jisung that. “...It’s really late. I think you’re better off just staying here.”

“You don’t think the others will find it weird when they wake up tomorrow and I come out of your room?”

Jeongin shakes his head. “Screw what the others think. It’s not their business.”

"I could always go to Minho-hyung’s room.”

Something ugly curls deep within the pits of Jeongin’s chest. He suddenly doesn’t like that idea either, though he isn’t exactly sure why. 

He shakes his head again. “Just…stay.”

Jisung stares at him for a long moment before whispering, “You really want me to stay?”

“I didn’t say that,” Jeongin mumbles. “I just don’t want you going home this late or bothering Minho-hyung.”

Jisung nods slowly, easing back down onto the bed beside Jeongin. There’s still that tenseness hanging between them, thick enough to cut with a knife. Jeongin really thinks they should start talking about whatever the hell they’ve started doing, but at the same time he really doesn’t want to. Doesn’t want to break this little vow of silence where they never acknowledge it therefore it can never become a problem between them. 

Jisung suddenly scoots closer to him, his breath fanning over Jeongin’s neck. “Can I cuddle you?”

Jeongin hopes his voice is convincingly steady when he answers, “Sure.”

Jisung’s arm slides under his back and around his waist, tugging Jeongin closer so he can press his face into Jeongin’s neck. Jeongin exhales shakily, praying his heartbeat to calm down. It’s just cuddling. All the members do it. He’s just never been close to someone like this before, never this intimate. It’s different from when Jisung touches him, there’s no heat between them and no hidden desire, only the want to be close. 

Jeongin’s never wanted to simply be close to someone before. He’s only craved the physical contact for his own horny desires or to satisfy his touch starved skin. But he’s neither horny nor touch starved right now, he just likes the feeling of being close to Jisung. For no other reason than it just feels nice.

“This is nice,” Jisung murmurs, as if reading Jeongin’s thoughts. 

Jeongin laughs quietly. “You cuddle everyone all the time.”

“Not you. It’s nice when it’s with you.”

Jeongin’s heart flutters. He squirms a little, suddenly shy. “Hush. Go to sleep.”

Jisung giggles into his neck, pressing a small kiss to the skin. “Mmm. Okay. Good night, Innie.”

Jeongin sighs, “Good night, hyung.”

₊˚⊹ ᰔ

They still don’t talk about it. Jeongin was positive things would be different after that, but Jisung never brings it up. The only difference is now, Jeongin finds himself purposely seeking out Jisung’s touch now. It’s strange, given he’s so used to constantly shying away from everyone’s touch and pushing them all away. Now, he finds himself leaning into Jisung’s warmth, keeping a stray hand on him at all times, wishing they could be closer. 

It’s weird, suddenly craving contact he’d never craved before. And it’s not like he suddenly lets everyone else touch him too, he still pushes them all away, just not Jisung. But now that he’s gotten a taste of Jisung’s intoxicating touch, it’s like he can’t get enough. He wants more, he wants everything, he wants Jisung to touch him again and again, to never stop.

Jisung must share his desires to some extent, because one day he shows up at Jeongin’s dorm, cornering Jeongin in his room right after he’d hopped out of the shower, hair still dripping with water. 

“Hey,” Jisung says as a way of greeting, all nonchalant like last time they were alone together Jeongin didn’t fuck his face. Like everything is totally normal. “What are you doing?”

Jeongin shrugs, crossing his arms in a poor attempt to cover the fact that he’s still shirtless. “Nothing. Just got out of the shower. Why are you here?”

Instead of responding, Jisung steps forward and closes the distance between them, tugging Jeongin by his hips so their bodies collide. Jeongin’s heart hammers in his chest, so loud and violent he’s positive Jisung can hear it. His body is already screaming at him to close the tiny gap between them, to eliminate any and all distance until his body completely molds as one with Jisung’s. God, he’s missed this so badly.

“I missed you,” Jisung breathes, his lips tickling Jeongin’s. Jeongin melts in his hold as Jisung’s thumb pets the flesh of his hip. “This is the part where you say you missed me too.”

“I thought hyung doesn’t like liars.”

Jisung’s lips quirk up. “I guess you don’t want me to kiss you, then?”

Fuck, Jeongin really wants that.

Instead of indulging in Jisung’s teasing he wraps his arms around Jisung’s neck and pulls him in, their lips colliding in a desperate kiss. The insistent smacking of their lips is obscene in the silence of the room, flooding Jeongin’s senses. They kiss seamlessly, endlessly, pressing against each others’ bodies like they can’t get enough. 

God, why do their lips mold together so perfectly? Why are Jisung’s lips so soft, so addicting?

“Wait, fuck,” Jisung suddenly gasps as he pulls away, his nose gently brushing along Jeongin’s. “I came here to talk. We need to talk.”

Jeongin shakes his head, desperately chasing Jisung’s lips. “Talk later.”

Jisung places his hands on Jeongin’s shoulders, stopping him from surging forward and attacking his lips again. “Now, Innie.”

Jeongin tears his eyes away from Jisung’s lips, searching Jisung’s serious gaze. “What is it?”

"We need to talk about this.”

“Talk about what?”

“You know what,” Jisung says tiredly.

"How can we talk about it if you can’t even say it?” Jeongin challenges.

Jisung sighs, “I shouldn’t have done it.”

That makes Jeongin stop in his tracks, fear curling in the pits of his stomach. “What?”

“I shouldn’t have taken things any further than just touching you that night,” Jisung whispers. “And I certainly shouldn’t have called you and said all those things and then come over in the middle of the night–"

Jeongin’s chest feels achingly tight. “Do you regret it?”

"No,” Jisung says firmly. “That’s not what I meant. I just mean–We’re best friends, Jeongin. I don’t want to ruin whatever we have."

"You’re not ruining it.”

“You're so touch starved and vulnerable…It feels like I’m taking advantage of you.”

Jeongin quickly shakes his head. “You’re not, hyung. I’m a grown man fully capable of making my own decisions and I know what I want. I want this. I want you.”

Jisung hesitates. “You really do?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I? You think I would just let anyone touch me? You think I trust anyone else to be my first?”

Jisung’s eyes darken considerably. “Just me, huh?”

Jeongin feels a shiver run up his spine. “Yeah. Just you. Only you. I’m yours, hyung.”

The grip on Jeongin’s shoulders tighten. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours.”

“That’s right,” Jisung whispers, one hand sliding up Jeongin’s neck to tug at his hair and the other sliding down Jeongin’s shoulders to his waist. “You’re mine. You belong to me. Nobody else gets to see you like this, touch you like this. Only me.”

The little whine Jeongin lets out is beyond embarrassing. He caught onto the possession the first time they messed around but this is on a whole other level. He didn’t think Jisung would be so into it. 

“Hyung, can we–can you–”

“Do you want to go to the studio with me?”

Jeongin pulls away a little. “What?”

Jisung seriously wants to go to the studio right now? Jeongin is practically putty in his hands and all he can think about is work?

“The others are home,” Jisung explains. “The studio is soundproof…Are you picking up what I’m putting down?”

Oh. “Oh.” Jisung stares at him expectantly. “Yeah. Okay. Let’s go to the studio.”

₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Jisung tugs Jeongin by the wrist into the empty studio, a small smile playing on his lips. He shuts the door behind them and pulls Jeongin onto the couch. Jeongin barely has time to breathe before Jisung is straddling his lap, pressing Jeongin into the cushions and kissing him messily.

“Thought about this so much,” Jisung murmurs into his mouth, hand sliding into his hair and tugging at Jeongin’s locks.

Jeongin moans softly at the dull pain, Jisung taking the opportunity to slide his tongue between his parted lips. Jeongin eagerly sucks on his tongue, his hands roaming the expanse of Jisung’s broad back. They instinctively fall to Jisung’s waist, squeezing gently and pulling their bodies impossibly closer.

“I missed you,” Jeongin admits quietly into the heated air where their heavy breaths mix.

Jisung pulls back, his pupils blown wide. “Really?”

Jeongin nods fervently. “Yeah.”

Jisung’s head cranes down, mouthing at Jeongin’s jawline and eventually the base of his throat. “Did you think about me?” 

Jeongin swallows thickly, his throat bobbing against Jisung’s lips. “So much.”

“Yeah?” Jisung’s hips piston down into Jeongin’s, pulling the most pathetic gasp from his lips. “Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?” Jeongin nods, even as his cheeks go rosy with embarrassment. “Do you want me to touch you now?”

“Please,” Jeongin breathes. 

Jisung groans, his hips rolling down again. “Want you to sit on my face.”

Jeongin jolts a little. “What?”

“Sit on my face,” Jisung repeats, pulling back to meet Jeongin’s eyes. “Would you like that?”

“Wouldn’t I crush you?”

Jisung’s lips quirk up into a little smirk. “That’s the fun of it.”

Jeongin slowly nods. “Okay. Yeah. Yeah, we can do that.”

Jisung hums, pressing another kiss to Jeongin’s lips before tugging at his shirt. Without much prompting, the shirt comes off, and soon Jisung is kneeling in front of him on the couch and tugging off his pants as well. 

Jeongin shivers once he’s naked on the couch, staring up as Jisung stands, still fully clothed. The difference in their dress somehow excites him even more, making him feel all the more exposed under Jisung’s heated gaze. 

“I’m gonna lie down on the couch,” Jisung explains. “And you can just…”

The silence stretches between them.

“...Sit on you?” Jeongin finally finishes, unable to withstand the silence.

Jisung laughs, suddenly looking a bit nervous, though his eyes are sparkling. “Yeah, baby.”

Jisung lies on his back, watching Jeongin with expectant eyes. Jeongin hesitates before straddling Jisung’s hips and crawling up his body until his ass is hovering over Jisung’s face. He stays there for a moment, nervousness locking his muscles.

“Come on baby,” Jisung urges him gently. “I can take it.”

Slowly, Jeongin lowers himself onto Jisung’s face, tensing when he feels Jisung’s nose brush against his ass cheek, his breath hitting Jisung’s skin in little puffs. He doesn’t expect it when Jisung’s lips come up and press a warm kiss to his rim, provoking a gasp from Jeongin’s lips. Not a moment later, his tongue is licking a stripe across his hole, Jeongin’s hips stuttering forward and cock weeping at the new contact.

“O-Oh, fuck, Jisung.”

Jisung’s tongue doesn’t relent after that, licking around his hole and occasionally pressing inside. Jeongin’s head falls back, noises he never knew he was capable of falling from his lips. He clings to the arm of the couch, nails scratching for purchase as his hips grind back onto Jisung’s face, fucking himself onto Jisung’s tongue.

“Feels so good,” he gasps out, moaning when Jisung hums against his hole. “Fuck, hyung, you’re amazing.”

Jisung’s response is to take Jeongin’s thighs and pull him further down onto Jisung’s face, his tongue spearing even deeper inside him. Jeongin lets out a choked moan, wondering why on earth he’s never thought of doing this before.

“Please,” he finds himself begging. “Please, hyung. Feels so-hah-feels so good. Please.”

Jisung’s fingers dig into the flesh of his thighs, keeping him fully seated on his face even when Jeongin is squirming. Jeongin doesn’t know if he can handle the overwhelming stimulation, already feeling so close and they haven’t even been doing this for long.

He curiously peers down at Jisung, running a hand through the soft hair he’s met with. How can this possibly be enjoyable for him? He’s completely crushed, trapped under Jeongin’s ass and thighs, eating him out like a starved animal. 

Jeongin’s thighs tremble as he gets closer to the edge, desperately trying to stop himself from collapsing on top of Jisung. He doesn’t know how much longer he can hold himself up, the hot feeling in his body spreading to all his limbs and melting away his resolve. 

“Please, hyung. Ahhhh. I’m close. I’m so close. Pleasepleasepleaseplease.”

His words garble together into an unintelligible mess, switching between please and Jisung’s name. It’s embarrassing to be reduced to only two words, even more so when he’s begging for no reason. 

It doesn’t take long for the heat in Jeongin’s gut to coil tightly and all it takes is a few quick strokes of his cock before he’s releasing onto Jisung’s poor hair. He moans Jisung’s name and fucks himself down onto Jisung’s tongue to ride out his high, his hole clenching around Jisung’s tongue.

“So good,” Jeongin breathes, his hips rolling down one last time before oversensitivity takes over and he lifts himself up and off Jisung’s face on trembling thighs. 

Jisung gives his ass cheek a light pat. “How do you feel?”

Jeongin laughs shakily. “Weak.”

“C’mere.”

Jeongin carefully crawls down Jisung’s body and flops down on top of him, sighing into Jisung’s chest. “You have cum in your hair by the way.”

Jeongin peeks up in time to see Jisunt’s face twist into a look of disgust. “Guess I’m washing it tonight.”

Jeongin snickers and runs a finger along Jisung’s chest. “...Was that really enjoyable for you?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t have asked for it if I didn’t want it. Also, you’re even more vocal when you’re getting eaten out. It’s cute.”

Jeongin feels like he physically cannot blush any more than he already is. Instead of reacting to Jisung’s words, he reaches down between them and splays his hands across Jisung’s stomach, not touching without permission.

“Do you want me to…?”

“You don’t have to,” Jisung says nonchalantly. 

But Jeongin knows him better than that. He can feel Jisung’s abs tensing beneath his fingertips, can feel Jisung’s accelerated heartbeat and breathing. He wants Jeongin, and the thought excites him.

“I want to,” Jeongin presses, letting Jisung know that he wants this just as much as he does. That he doesn’t feel like Jisung is just using him. “I really want to.”

Jisung exhales. “Fuck. Okay. Um. You can do whatever you want, I’ll probably cum, like, embarrassingly fast anyways.”

Jeongin swallows a bit nervously. Jisung is giving him the choice to do…whatever he wants. Too many options run through Jeongin’s head, unsure which one would please Jisung the most. He could attempt a blowjob, but he’s not sure what he’s doing and doesn’t want to disappoint Jisung with some half-assed head.

Eventually, Jeongin decides to reach down and palm Jisung through the fabric of his pants, eliciting a moan from Jisung. He can do this. He’s touched himself before, how hard can touching another dick be?

He must be subconsciously stalling, because after a few minutes of simply feeling Jisung up through his pants, Jisung lifts his hips up and whines, “Please, Innie.”

“Sorry,” Jeongin whispers, lowering himself down to take off his pants and boxers and shuck them aside. Jisung busies himself by doing the same with his shirt, leaving them both naked in front of each other. He quickly scans his eyes over Jisung’s naked frame before wrapping a hand around his already leaking cock. “Sorry if I…suck.”

Jisung gives him a look. “Why would you suck?”

“I’ve never done this before.”

Jisung sighs, his head tipping back. “Don’t worry. You could do anything to me and I’d enjoy it, just because it’s you.”

Jeongin bites his lip, twisting his hand around Jisung’s cock and watching his eyelashes flutter. “Just because it’s me?”

"Mhm,” Jisung hums. It turns into a soft moan when Jeongin begins moving his hand. “Oh. Your hands are so nice.”

Jeongin glances down at his free hand, bewildered. “My…hands?”

“Yeah.” Jisung reaches forward and takes Jeongin’s hand in both of his, stroking it gently. “So delicate and pretty. And big. Your fingers are so long. Fuck, bet they’d feel amazing inside me.”

Jeongin blinks rapidly a few times. Nobody’s ever told him his hands are pretty. He’s never really focused on them much, but he knows they’re bigger than Jisung’s. 

God, he’s never really thought about fingering Jisung before. Sure, he’s thought about fucking him, how could he not? But to actually have Jisung express that he wants Jeongin to finger him out loud makes him realize he’s never really put much thought into doing that specifically. Now it’s all he can think about, watching Jisung come undone from how Jeongin touches him, wondering if he’d be even more sensitive if Jeongin were to fuck him open with his fingers.

His brain supplies a multitude of images, watching imaginary Jisung’s back arch and lips part in pretty pants and moans as Jeongin massages that sweet spot inside him. Fuck, Jeongin’s never wanted to fuck someone so badly. 

“I could–I could do that,” Jeongin offers breathlessly, moving his wrist a little faster. He watches Jisung’s eyebrows furrow in pleasure. “Next time. If we have any lube.”

Jisung nods erratically. “I have lube.”

Right. Of course he does. And now Jeongin’s brain is supplying him with images of Jisung fingering himself late at night under the cloak of darkness, a hand pressed over his mouth as he struggles to keep quiet.

“You said–" Jisung suddenly gasps, melting into the couch. He bites on his bottom lip to compose himself. Fuck, he’s so hot. “You said next time…Do you really want to do this again?”

“We’ve already done this three times already, why wouldn’t I wanna do it again?” Jeongin asks incredulously.

“Careful, Innie,” Jisung giggles. “I might think you find me attractive or something.”

So fucking attractive, Jeongin thinks as he watches Jisung’s abs flex and relax when he rolls his hips into Jeongin’s hand. Of course he would rather die before admitting that out loud.

“Never,” he mumbles. 

Jisung fixes him with a narrowed stare, his lip caught between his teeth and head tilted to the side. “A shame. I think you’re beautiful. Wish I could’ve seen your face when I was eating you out. Watched you fuck yourself on my tongue. Bet you looked like a dream.”

Jeongin swallows thickly, averting his eyes. He doesn’t know how Jisung can just…say these things with such confidence. No shame. It’s obvious they both find each other attractive if the fact that they keep doing this is anything to go by, but Jeongin still can’t just say it out loud. 

Instead of saying it out loud, he leans down and connects their lips, hoping it’s enough. 

Jisung’s head falls back and he whines, “I’m so close. Just a little harder…”

And who is Jeongin to deny him what he wants? Jeongin jacks his cock rough and fast and messy, which Jisung seems to love if the way he groans and scratches at Jeongin’s back. Jeongin shivers at the dull pain, watching with rapt attention as Jisung comes undone. It’s not like Jeongin is doing anything special, it’s just a handjob, but Jisung looks so terrifyingly beautiful just from this. He’s still staring up at Jeongin with those hooded eyes, something sparking behind his dark irises. He cums with a high moan, his hot breath fanning across Jeongin’s lips and body arching up into Jeongin’s. 

Jeongin’s never seen anyone more beautiful.

Once he’s finished, Jeongin sits back on his knees and stares at him in barely concealed awe. Jisung’s eyes are closed, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths as he collects himself. 

“There’s some tissues over there,” Jisung points blindly across the studio.

Jeongin follows his finger and finds said tissues, wiping down Jisung’s torso and reaching up to try to wipe at the cum still sticking to his hair from Jeongin’s release. It’s mostly dry now, so it ends up falling in little specks like dust. 

“Does hyung keep tissues in here for all the other pretty boys he lures into the studio?” Jeongin can’t help but tease.

Jisung cracks open an eye and shrugs. “Sometimes Changbin-hyung, Chan-hyung and I get bored. Sue us.”

Jeongin’s mouth falls open. “I was joking!” he screeches in disbelief.

“I wasn’t.”

Jeongin covers his face that’s already turning hot, trying desperately to force the images of his hyungs fucking around on the very couch that they just–He stands up and puts as much distance between himself and the couch as possible. 

“You’re all gross and I’m leaving.”

Jisung sits up at that, reaching out and latching onto Jeongin’s wrist. “What–no. Don’t think about it. Stay.”

Jeongin grumbles under his breath, shoving his clothes back on. After a moment of contemplating he sits back on the couch beside Jisung, still trying to get over the fact that Chan of all people allows the studio to be defiled like this.

“We didn’t really talk about it, you know,” Jisung suddenly says, his voice much less confident than it was a few minutes ago.

"Yes we did.”

“We really didn’t.”

“What did you want to talk about?”

Jisung sighs and leans his head on Jeongin’s shoulder, blinking up at him through his lashes. A while ago Jeongin might’ve flinched away at their sudden closeness, but now he finds himself unable to pull away. He doesn’t know when or why, but suddenly Jisung is so beautiful to him lately. He’s always been beautiful, but there’s something so apparent in it now. Now it’s like Jeongin is looking at him for the first time, like before he never truly got to see. Or perhaps he just wasn’t allowing himself to.

“Like…what does this mean for us?” Jisung whispers nervously, like he’s afraid to raise his voice.

Jeongin gives him a quizzing look. “What do you mean, 'what does it mean'? It means we’re attracted to each other. That’s okay.”

“But do you like me? You’re always pushing me away when we’re not doing this.”

Jeongin tips his head. “Of course I like you.”

Jisung relaxes against his shoulders. “Okay good, because I like you too.”

Jeongin smiles, but is still a little confused. He knows Jisung likes him. Did Jisung think he hated him? Did he really push Jisung away that much? He didn’t realize he hurt Jisung that much for originally pushing away his clinginess. He would’ve clarified earlier that he loves his hyung, he was just shy when it came to skinship.

“Well, sorry for pushing you away,” Jeongin continues. “I was just a little shy.”

Jisung reaches down and plays with Jeongin’s fingers. “You don’t have to be shy with me. Although I think it’s cute that you’re all shy.”

“Shut up.”

Jisung laughs at him, but it’s soft and kind and makes Jeongin’s chest feel warm. “You know, I didn’t know you were gay.”

“I didn’t either,” Jeongin admits.

Jisung sits up, alarmed. “What? I was your gay awakening? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jeongin shrugs. “I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

Jisung stares at him. “Of course it’s a big deal! I could’ve helped you through like-that confusing phase.”

“I mean, I’ve never had crushes on people, so I never really thought I was into guys or girls. I didn’t really care-I still don’t. If I like guys I like guys. If I like girls I like girls. I don’t think it matters. I don’t care for labels on who I like or don’t like.”

Jisung tips his head, looking at him with something akin to awe. “That’s…a very healthy mindset to have. I wish I’d had that when I was younger.” He slumps over a little. “Instead I had my weird destructive fuckboy phase before I came to terms with the fact that I like everyone.”

“‘Had’ implies you’re out of it.”

Jisung shoots him a glare. “I’m not a fuckboy!”

“No, you just lure pretty boys into your soundproof studio.”

Jisung pouts. “Not true. Now I just lure you in here.”

“We’re exclusive now?”

“If you want us to be.” They stare at each other for a long moment before Jisung hesitantly leans in and says, “I know you won’t let them because you’re all shy, but I don’t like the idea of the others getting their dirty little hands on you.”

Jeongin feels his face heat up. “Didn’t know hyung’s possession kink ran so deep.”

Jisung squeals and leans back. “I’m not trying to control you! You can do it if you want, really, I just…am stating my opinion. I know I don’t really have the right to tell you what to do.”

Jeongin lets his heartbeat settle a little before replying, “No, that’s fine. If we’re going to be doing this I think it’s best if we keep it between us. For safety and comfortability.”

Jisung beams at him. “Glad we’re on the same page.” 

Jisung suddenly pauses before leaning in and pecking Jeongin on the lips. It’s fast and chaste, nothing special in terms of a kiss and much softer than any of the kisses they’ve previously shared. Somehow the softness of it makes Jeongin’s heart flutter and he leans back a little, surprised. 

“What was that for?”

Jisung shrugs, still smiling. “You’re cute. And I’m glad we talked about this.”

Jeongin doesn’t have it in him to roll his eyes or make a snarky comment based on how Jisung is glowing right now. 

Instead he avoids the compliment entirely by gesturing to Jisung’s appearance and deadpanning, “You’re still naked, by the way.”

Jisung looks down at himself like he just realized his dick and balls are still hanging out and his ass is bare on the poor couch and shrugs. “Eh.”

Jeongin rolls his eyes. “You are disgusting.”

Jisung makes an exaggerated kissy face at him and leans in. Jeongin groans before standing and leaving Jisung alone on the couch. 

“Come back,” Jisung whines.

“It’s getting late,” Jeongin reminds him. “We should head back to the dorms. I want dinner.”

“Can I take you out somewhere, beautiful?” Jisung asks, somehow the perfect mixture of cocky and bashful.

Jeongin is tempted to roll his eyes but decides dinner with Jisung sounds nice. “Fine. But please put some clothes on.”

“Society and their rules on clothing,” Jisung grumbles but stands and begins gathering his forgotten clothes. “This is how God made us! We are beautiful in our natural forms! Did you know the Romans used to battle naked? Imagine how crazy that is, having a grown man with his dick and balls out running at you full speed with a sword.”

“What the hell are you even saying? You made that up.”

“Did not!” Jisung argues, shoving his pants on. “I saw it on Buzzfeed!”

“A well known trustworthy historical resource.”

“If I knew this was how I’d be treated I would’ve never offered,” Jisung pouts, finally tugging his shirt on.

Despite his pout, he happily loops his arm into Jeongin’s and begins pulling him out of the studio. 

“You knew what you were getting into,” Jeongin retorts.

Jisung looks at him with an unreadable gaze, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Yeah. You’re lucky I like you. Am I your favorite hyung now?”

“Just shut up and buy me dinner.”

₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Jeongin and Jisung become…close over the course of the next few months. Jisung insists on taking Jeongin out over and over again, whether it be to eat, to shop, to run errands, whatever it may be, he likes stringing Jeongin along on his little adventures. And Jeongin can’t find it in himself to say no. 

When they’re not going out (or busy with work) he clings to Jeongin’s side in his dorm, which confuses Jeongin even more. It’s like Jisung has latched himself to Jeongin for some reason, and Jeongin doesn’t really know why. Sure, they fuck around sometimes, but Jisung is acting a little strange about their newly developed relationship to say the least. Jeongin didn’t realize getting closer intimately meant getting closer as friends too, but he’s not really…opposed to it.

No, he decides he really likes Jisung’s company. A while ago he would’ve hated the way his hyung clings and dotes on him like he’s a baby, but now he just lets it happen. He lets Jisung press sweet kisses to his cheek and hold his hand and initiate non-sexual intimacy like it’s normal. If he finds his breath hitching and heart stuttering and chest tightening when Jisung initiates these odd acts he ignores it. He really likes what he and Jisung have now, and he’ll be damned if he ruins that. 

He doesn’t really realize they’ve really crossed some sort of line until Felix brings it up one day while they’re alone. He’s lounging in Felix’s room, the others out filming some sort of vlog leaving them two alone in the dorm. Felix is tapping away on his computer, chatting with Jeongin as he battles his way through some domains on Genshin. 

“I just think Hyunjin’s overreacting,” Felix is saying. Hyunjin had been over a few hours ago complaining about his living situation once again. “It wouldn’t be so bad to live with 3racha.”

“Jisung-hyung hasn’t done his laundry in 2 weeks.”

"Okay, but Hyunjin is always complaining about how they’re shirtless all the time!” Felix exclaims. “Why is that a bad thing? If I were surrounded by 3 buff shirtless men I’d be sluttily bending over to pick up some stuff off the floor and hoping they’d all rail me.”

“Don’t say that! That’s our hyungs and Jisung you’re talking about!” Jeongin says, horrified.

They all know Felix is into muscular men, but Jesus, some of the things he says.

Felix seems to think before a moment before nodding. “You’re right, sorry. I know you and Jisung are like, exclusive now. I won’t say stuff like that about him anymore. But Chan-hyung and Changbin-hyung”

Jeongin’s brain screeches to a halt. “Wait, what?”

Felix glances back at him. “You and Jisung.”

“How do you know that?” Jeongin sits up, panicking a little. “Did Jisung-hyung tell you?”

“Of course not. He wouldn’t out you like that. You guys are just really obvious about it,” Felix chuckles.

Jeongin frowns deeply. Are they obvious about the fact that they’re fucking around? He didn’t think so. They don’t even do it that often. Privacy is a luxury. 

“I didn’t think so…”

“Oh, you are,” Felix tells him nonchalantly. “But it’s fine. It’s not like any of us care.”

"But how is it obvious?”

“Dude, he’s the only one of us allowed to touch you. Just yesterday you wiggled and whined your way out of Chan-hyung’s hug and then went over to the couch and let Jisung sit in your lap and hug you.”

Jeongin’s cheeks turn hot. He hadn’t really thought about it. He still doesn’t really like skinship between the other members. He’s grown comfortable with Jisung since he’s seen Jeongin in much more vulnerable positions. He’s still sensitive, very much so, but now he’s just used to Jisung pushing his boundaries a little more. 

"We’ve just been getting closer,” Jeongin mumbles. “Me letting him touch me doesn’t automatically mean anything.”

“You’re always going on dates with him though. He always holds your hands and kisses you on the cheek goodbye–something that you’d never let him do in the past–and–”

“Wait.” Jeongin’s eyes round, his heart stopping. “You think hyung and I are dating?!”

Felix spins around in his chair, fixing him with a bemused look, "You’re not?”

“No!” Jeongin cries.

Felix’s face scrunches cutely, even more confused. “Then why…?”

“We’re just getting closer!” Jeongin scrambles to stand, his heart thudding loudly in his chest. “Christ, hyung. Does everyone think we’re dating?”

Felix scratches his neck awkwardly. “I mean–yeah?” Jeongin squeezes his eyes shut. Oh god. He’s really let this get out of hand. “But–you have a crush on him, don’t you?”

“I…” Jeongin trails off. He does admit he likes this new way Jisung’s been treating him lately, and the thought of dating Jisung doesn’t seem bad it just feels like…a lot. “I don’t know.”

“Come on, Yeni.” Felix scoots his chair a little closer. “You look so happy when he gives you attention. You don’t let anyone else dote on you like that.”

It’s true, he doesn’t. Jeongin doesn’t like admitting that he really likes it when Jisung gives him any sort of attention, but he can’t exactly deny it in this position. But Jisung obviously doesn’t feel the same about him. He jokes around with everyone. He fake kisses the other members. He sits and cuddles in Felix’s lap. He makes jokes about Seungmin being his boycrush. He asks Hyunjin to be his model boyfriend. That’s just how he is. He’s a naturally affectionate person.

Jeongin rubs his face tiredly. “It doesn’t matter. Jisung treats everyone like that.”

Felix turns back around to face his computer again. “Whatever you say.”

“He does!”

“I’m not denying it,” Felix says over his shoulder. “I’m just saying, with you it’s different.”

"It is not,” Jeongin grumbles under his breath, even though the mere idea of it somehow being different excites the butterflies in his stomach. 

He sighs and drops the argument, turning over on his stomach and pressing his face into Felix’s mattress. Felix seems to sense his predicament and promptly changes the topic–bless his little heart–but Jisung remains on Jeongin’s mind for the rest of the day.

Later in the day, he gets a text from Jisung.

Hanji-hyung:

do u wanna come over and gorge on the bbq changbin hyung bought for dinner

Jeongin hesitates before replying.

Jeongin:

sure. ill be over in a bit

₊˚⊹ ᰔ

They’re sitting in Jisung’s room, Jisung still nibbling on a drumstick he stole from the massive pile of food Changbin accidentally bought too much of. Jeongin watches him with mild curiosity, once again wondering why Jisung eats like a squirrel, stuffing his already full cheeks with food.

"Why do you eat like that?” he wonders aloud. 

Jisung covers his face. “Don’t say it like that! You’re making me self conscious!”

Jeongin shrugs. “It’s not a bad thing. The fans love it, you know.”

Jisung lowers his hand. “But do you?”

Jeongin lowers his gaze. “Does it matter?”

“Of course it does.”

Jeongin doesn’t say anything for a moment. 

“Did…” he pauses, his gaze flitting back and forth between Jisung and the floor. Jisung watches him curiously. He blurts, “Did you know the others think we’re dating?”

Jisung stops chewing on his food, staring at him blankly. “What?” he says through a mouthful.

“Like,” Jeongin stutters, gesturing wildly with his hands. God, this is so awkward to talk about. “They think we’re a couple. Like we’re together. Dating. Boyfriends.”

Jisung continues to stare at him, Jeongin squirming under his intense gaze.

“But…we are?”

It’s Jeongin’s turn to stare. “Huh?”

“I thought–" Jisung sets his plate down, the food disappearing from his now rosy cheeks as he swallows. “I thought we were?”

"What!?” Jeongin exclaims. “Why would you think that?”

“You said–!" Jisung suddenly points at him. “You said you liked me!”

"When!?

“Back at the studio a couple months ago!” Jisung cries. “I asked if you liked me and you said yes and I said I liked you!”

Jeongin’s memory is blank for a moment before he realizes oh yeah he does remember that conversation. 

“You meant…like like?”

"Of course I did!” Jisung throws his hands up in exasperation. “How else would I mean it? Of course we like each other as people! We’re best friends! I don’t need reassurance of that!”

“So you thought–" Jeongin’s head spins. “You thought I was confessing to you. When you said exclusive you meant–"

“Dating!”

“And when you took me out all those times those were–"

“Dates!”

“Oh.”

“Yeah!”

They stare at each other for a long moment.

Jeongin swallows thickly. “Well this is awkward. I didn’t realize I’ve had a boyfriend for two months.”

Jisung whines and puts his face in his hands, his ears exceptionally red. “I can’t believe this,” he whispers, horrified. “All this time I thought we were dating. I thought you liked me too. Oh my–"

“Hyung,” Jeongin reaches forward and grasps onto Jisung’s wrists, pulling his hands away from his face. “Hyung, look at me.”

“Too embarrassing,” Jisung mumbles, a pout playing on his lips as he refuses to meet Jeongin’s eye.

“Hyung. I do like you.”

That gets Jisung’s attention. “You what?”

Jeongin laughs, albeit a little nervously. He takes Jisung’s hands, sliding their fingertips together and interlocking them. “I didn’t know we were dating all this time but…I realized that I really liked how you were treating me. I really liked holding your hand and kissing you and getting all of your attention and going on silly little trips with you. I didn’t know it at the time but I technically was dating you and I enjoyed it a lot, so…”

“So…?”

“So this is me actually confessing and agreeing to officially date you,” Jeongin forces himself to finish, even as his cheeks burn.

Jisung blinks slowly at him.

“Let’s make sure we’re both on the same page here because I do not want a repeat of the last two months,” Jisung begins seriously. “You like me, as in, romantically, correct?” Jeongin nods. “And this is you saying you would like to date me, as in, being my romantic boyfriend, correct?”

Jeongin laughs and squeezes Jisung’s hands. “Yes, hyung, oh my god. I think we get the picture.

Jisung suddenly smiles. “That’s a huge relief. This is still embarrassing for me but at least we’re actually dating now. Wait–” he suddenly frowns. “So when we celebrate our anniversary, when do we celebrate it? Today or the day two months ago?”

Jeongin rolls his eyes. “I think you’re thinking too far ahead. I just confessed to you and you’re already thinking about anniversaries.”

"Yeah but we’ve been technically dating for two months already and you did say you enjoyed it and it’s not like things are changing between us now so like…”

“Fine. We can say we started dating two months ago.”

"And we can agree not to tell anyone about my little slip up?”

“Oh no, I’m definitely telling the others you thought we were dating for two whole months,” Jeongin giggles.

Jisung groans and leans forward to tuck his face into Jeongin’s neck. “But that’s so embarrassing!”

“But it’s important for our lore.”

“Shut up,” Jisung mumbles into his neck, then presses a kiss into his skin, causing Jeongin to jolt. He feels Jisung grin. “Sensitive baby.”

“Don’t,” Jeongin says softly but with no bite behind it. 

Jisung laughs and raises his head, eyes full of mirth. “You’re so cute. I’m so lucky to be dating you. I’m going to need an hourly reminder that this is real.”

“In your dreams.”

Jisung sighs, bringing Jeongin’s hand up to his cheek and nuzzling against it affectionately. “My dreams have already come true.”

“God. If I knew dating you would be this cheesy I would’ve never agreed to it.”

Jisung glares at him. “You didn’t mind it a month ago.”

“I didn’t know you were seriously flirting with me a month ago!”

“Well now you’ll have to deal with the fact that I, Han Jisung, am your boyfriend. It’s impossible to ignore now. You can’t run this time.”

Jeongin rolls his eyes but lets Jisung have this one. He’s never been one for bold affirmations of love like Jisung, but maybe he’ll get there one day. He knows Jisung really appreciates words of affirmation and he doesn’t want Jisung to doubt that what they have is really real. He can barely believe it himself.

For now he settles for letting Jisung finish his chicken and curling into his side when it starts to get late, tiredly mumbling back and forth mindless comments.

“You’re actually my boyfriend now, right?” Jisung whispers into the darkness when it must be around midnight.

Jeongin doesn’t open his eyes from where he’d begun to doze off on Jisung’s plush chest. “Yes, hyung, go to sleep.”

“I can’t,” Jisung whines. “I’m all giddy.”

Jeongin can feel it, can feel Jisung’s heart pounding in his chest. He sighs and nuzzles further into his chest.

A beat of silence.

“You really like my chest, huh?”

Jeongin hums. 

Another beat of silence.

“Wanna fuck my tits?”

Jeongin cracks open an eye and raises his head to glare at Jisung’s blurry shadow. “Go to sleep.”

“That got your attention, didn’t it?” Jisung teases

"Quite frankly, your tits aren’t big enough to fuck.” Jisung gasps, wounded. “Even Changbin-hyung’s aren’t. You need like, cleavage for that” 

"Wanna bet?”

Jeongin sighs and rests his head back down. “Sleep.”

Jisung wiggles under him. “But now I’m giddy and horny.”

“If I fuck your tits will you go to sleep?”

“You act like I’m forcing you to do something crazy and not do something others would beg for the chance to do.”

Jeongin contemplates this for a moment. He really does admire Jisung’s build, especially his chest. It’s like he said, it certainly wouldn’t be a bad thing. He just doesn’t quite know how good it can be if Jisung’s chest isn’t like a girl’s.

“Fine,” Jeongin gives in, raising himself on his elbows. “But only because I’m curious.”

“So you admit you’re–"

Jeongin cuts off Jisung’s haughty comment with a kiss, slinging a leg over Jisung’s waist and straddling him. He can already feel Jisung half-hard under him and nearly rolls his eyes. For all his teasing at how sensitive Jeongin is, Jisung is as easy to rile up as a teenage virgin. He rolls his hips down and smiles at the way Jisung groans into his mouth and bucks up into him.

Jisung runs his hands up Jeongin’s thighs, squeezing them before continuing up his body. His hands slip under Jeongin’s shirt and run his nails along Jeongin’s ribs, causing him to shiver. Jisung pushes Jeongin’s shirt up and it goes to be tossed somewhere to be forgotten. In turn, Jeongin pushes off Jisung’s shirt too, leaving his chest exposed.

Jeongin stares down at him for a moment before he remembers that he has hands and kneads the flesh of Jisung’s chest. Jisung lets out a strange noise as Jeongin gropes him, shocked.

“What did you expect? I’m literally about to fuck them,” Jeongin giggles. 

“Yeah but–hnnnggg,” Jisung lets out another weird sound that has Jeongin muffling his own laughter.

"Are they sensitive?” Jeongin teases like he doesn’t already know, pressing his hands into the supple flesh and leaving indents.

“Fuck off.” 

Jeongin pulls his hands away but Jisung doesn’t seem to like that either, whining.

“I need to take off my pants, dummy,” Jeongin hushes him. 

He climbs off of Jisung and shucks off his pants.

“You know,” Jisung says a little breathlessly as Jeongin straddles him again, now fully naked. “Most boyfriends call each other terms of endearment, not 'dummy'.”

“Okay, princess can I fuck your tits now?”

Jisung’s eyes widen and he falls uncharscteristically silent. It takes Jeongin about a half a second before he realizes holy shit Jisung is into that. 

“Don’t,” Jisung mumbles, clearly realizing it just now himself. 

Jeongin doesn’t, instead climbing up Jisung’s body and settling himself on top of his chest. He strokes his cock a few times before leaning his body down, his abdomen hovering over Jisung’s face, and aligns himself along the cleft of Jisung’s tits. Jisung puffs his chest out almost comically, and Jeongin would laugh if he weren’t very into what they’re currently doing. 

“Can you like–" Jeongin fumbles with his words a little. “–push them together?”

Jisung hums before obliging, using his hands to press his tits together and create a little crevice surrounding Jeongin’s cock. Jeongin shudders when Jisung’s tits squeeze around him, creating a soft friction that has his hips slowly grinding forward to seek out more.

“Oh,” he breathes.

“Oh,” Jisung echoes. “Feels nice.”

Jeongin laughs a little, “Does it?”

“Yeah.”

Jeongin hums and continues his movements, sliding his cock along the little cleavage Jisung creates. It feels surprisingly good, Jisung’s chest warm and firm, skin a little slick from the precum leaking out of Jeongin’s slit. Jeongin’s hips stutter a little faster, hungry for more.

“You’d look so pretty riding me, angel,” Jisung suddenly whispers against Jeongin’s tummy.

Jeongin lets out a soft whine at that. They still haven’t gone all the way yet, Jeongin a little too nervous, but he’s definitely entertained the idea. He’d love nothing more than to bounce on Jisung’s pretty cock and feel him filling him up but he’s just not sure he’s ready for that. 

“Fuck, your tits are amazing,” he moans out, heat swirling in the pits of his stomach. 

“I know.”

Jeongin is half tempted to stop just for that, but is far too gone to follow through. Instead he grinds his hips faster until he’s fucking Jisung’s chest relentlessly, his cock rubbing against the supple skin and leaking like crazy.

“God, baby, you’re just so pretty when you get all desperate to cum,” Jisung says softly, tensing his chest even more to accent the friction he’s already receiving.

Jeongin closes his eyes and whimpers, allowing himself to lose himself in the delicious ecstasy that clouds his brain. He feels so amazing, and he always does when he’s with Jisung, and now it’s even more special knowing what they have is real. Jisung is his now, his to have and his to claim.

“Fuck–I’m–" is all the warning Jisung gets before Jeongin is cumming all across his chest and neck, a little bit of cum splashing along his chin.

Jisung giggles, letting Jeongin ride out his high while whispering little praises and calling him all those dumb little petnames Jeongin pretends to hate even though they admittedly prolong his orgasm. Once he’s finished, Jeongin shakily crawls backward off Jisung’s chest so they’re face to face again, staring down at the mess he’s made of his boyfriend.

“Oh,” he says dumbly, staring at Jisung’s cum covered chest.

Jisung grins. “Am I pretty?”

“Of course you are,” Jeongin can’t help but agree, lips quirking up when Jisung’s cockiness seems to falter a little. 

He leans forward and traces his tongue along Jisung’s chest, lapping up the cum pooled across his skin. He’s tasted himself before out of pure curiosity, but he’s never done this before. 

Jisung is frozen beneath him, barely breathing as Jeongin continues licking up his own cum. He starts at Jisung’s chest and goes up to his neck and then his chin, the skin heated wherever Jeongin’s tongue goes. Once he’s finished he sits back up in Jisung’s lap, smiling when he’s met with wide doe-like eyes staring up at him in wonder.

“You have no idea how hard I am right now,” Jisung whispers. 

Jeongin wiggles his hips from where he’s seated on top of Jisung’s obviously hard dick and says, “I think I have an idea…Want me to do something about it?”

Jisung’s eyelashes flutter. “Please.” 

Jeongin starts grinding his hips down purposely onto Jisung’s hard on, watching him squirm and moan under him.

“I really want to ride you,” Jeongin admits quietly. 

“Want to feel hyung inside me, filling me up.”

Jisung’s hands find their way to his waist, fingernails digging into his skin.

“Why don’t you?” 

Jeongin shakes his head shyly. “Not tonight. Not yet.”

“Okay.” Jisung doesn’t press any further than that, squeezing Jeongin’s waist reassuringly. “You’re really pretty.”

"So are you,” Jeongin says right back, leaning down to peck Jisung’s lips. “My pretty princess.”

He says it in a teasing tone, but he feels the way Jisung’s cock pulses under him and can’t help but giggle.

“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“It’s cute,” Jeongin reassures him. “Suits you.”

Jisung simply whines and Jeongin knows if there was more lighting he’d be able to see his skin flushed red. Jeongin doesn’t really say much else, far too shy for any real dirty talk like Jisung is so good at. Instead he focuses on making Jisung feel good in other ways, rolling his hips in little circles and running his hands up Jisung’s chest to grope the skin and tug at his nipples in ways that make Jisung softly cry out.

“You’re so perfect,” Jisung sighs, grinding his own hips up against Jeongin’s ass. 

Jeongin kisses him harder, pressing their bodies close, feeling so warm and dizzy and he isn’t even the one being touched right now. He’s so insanely addicted to Jisung and everything he entails, he feels like he’ll never get tired of doing this with Jisung. He’ll never get tired of exploring all the ways he can make him feel good, or all the beautiful reactions he’s able to coax out of Jisung.

He drags his blunt nails over Jisung’s nipples, kisses and sucks at the skin of his neck until his lips feel raw, leaving marks that he can’t bother to care about right now. 

Jeongin knows when Jisung’s close, can see the way Jisung’s eyebrows pinch and his moans become higher and impossibly whinier. He’s just so lovely like this, so vulnerable. 

“Gonna cum,” Jisung gasps after a little longer. “God, Innie, you’re gonna make me cum in my pants like a fucking teenager–"

Jeongin just laughs. He wishes he could do more, but he’s still so very new to all to this, and at least Jisung seems to be enjoying it.

“Is hyung thinking about fucking me?” he supplies instead.

“God yes,” Jisung breathes, his grip on Jeongin’s waist excruciatingly tight. Jeongin hopes he leaves bruises. “Thinking about stuffing you full of cum, breeding your tight little ass.”

Jeongin’s mouth drops open, stunned into silence and his movements falter. Even though his movements slow Jisung is sent over the edge anyway, probably by the idea of breeding Jeongin. Jeongin can’t help but gasp when he feels Jisung’s cock twitch and a little wet patch forming under his ass.

Once he’s finished, he relaxes against the sheets, gently stroking Jeongin’s hips. 

"You’re insane,” Jeongin says weakly.

Jisung smiles dopily up at him, clearly not down from his high just yet. “But you like me.”

"I do,” Jeongin agrees, because he’s nothing if not gone for Jisung.

They quietly clean up, Jisung changing out of his soiled clothes and Jeongin putting his own back on. Soon they’re settled back into bed, bonelessly slumped against each other as exhaustion takes over.

“Thank you,” Jisung says suddenly, his hand absentmindedly raking through Jeongin’s hair.

“For what?”

“I dunno. Just felt like saying it. Felt right,” he yawns.

Jeongin rolls his eyes before promptly shutting them, nuzzling into Jisung’s chest. “Think you’ll be able to sleep now?”

Jisung’s arms wrap around him, squeezing him tightly. “Mhm. Love you,” he slurs out, sounding half asleep already.

Jeongin freezes, blinking rapidly. 

After a moment’s hesitation he ends up breathily laughing, realizing it isn’t nearly as scary as he thought it’d all be. Not with Jisung.

"Love you too.”

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