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the thing about living with his boyfriend of three years is that he picks up on the little things he wouldn’t notice otherwise. the little things like the way jeongin keeps his... whatever on the right: his towel on the rack is on the right, his toothbrush in their little toothbrush holder is on the right, his shoes hyunjin bought for him in their last year of highschool are stored in their closet on the right. hell, even hyunjin himself tends to end up on jeongin’s right because he’s jeongin’s, and when hyunjin asked him about this habit, jeongin had a little smug grin on his face and simply said: “because you're the right one for me.”
hyunjin has never questioned him ever since.
he picks up on things like the way jeongin always wakes up before him, leaving hyunjin to snuggle up to his fleeting warmth in their sheets and the familiar scent of jeongin's shampoo on his pillow. he picks up on things like the way jeongin always goes out of his way to bring back something sweet (“whatever i come across and think you’d like,” jeongin says as he pens the newest drink hyunjin finds himself savoring on his tongue) whenever his classes finish later than hyunjin’s because he, too, picks up on the little things like hyunjin’s snacking habits.
he picks up on the way jeongin decides that he deserves to relax, usually involving his boyfriend holing himself up in their bedroom, and sinking hours into “decorating his island” in a game about animals crossing or something like that.
like today on a friday evening.
fridays signal the end of the week and this particular one finds hyunjin dragging his feet to their apartment, exhausted from a week of finals but it’s nothing the comfort of jeongin’s arms can’t fix. amongst other things.
you see, the thing about living with his boyfriend of three years is that their compatibility goes crazy.
it’s not hyunjin’s fault he’s a little bit needy sometimes, and his plans for the evening revolve around his more-than-willing boyfriend scratching that itch. and, honestly, jeongin doesn’t even have to do anything but lie there and let hyunjin use him and his dick as he pleases.
(and sometimes, when jeongin is a little bit too stressed for his liking, he knows hyunjin is always available and ready and so, so pliant for him.)
he peeks into their bedroom and finds jeongin propped up against the headboard, and when hyunjin comes back from the bathroom, smooth and clean and swaddled in a bathrobe, jeongin is almost lying flat on his back with his head and shoulders supported by a plethora of pillows.
this is an invitation for fucking sure – welcoming hyunjin home dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants and looking like all the comfort hyunjin needs – and he gladly takes it by shuffling onto their bed. he curls up against jeongin’s side and even throws a bare leg across his body for good measure.
“well, hello to you too,” comes jeongin’s voice laced with amusement. hyunjin only snuggles closer, muffling a hi into his hoodie.
it’s not long until hyunjin starts feeling a bit restless, getting his cuddling needs but not his other needs and that’s kind of a crime. jeongin hasn’t moved anything other than the hands holding his joycons and his arm for hyunjin to tuck himself under, so it’s up to hyunjin to take what he wants for today.
he slides his hand down to the waistband of jeongin’s sweatpants, dipping his fingers under the fabric and, to his surprise, his fingers brush over bare skin.
“commando, huh, you sly fox,” hyunjin mutters and he can hear jeongin exhale sharply in some kind of laugh.
“take what you need, baby, i’m busy." he really isn’t, clearly, but hyunjin isn’t about to complain when he can have his cock inside him right now.
hyunjin sits up to straddle him, robe discarded and facing the tv where he can see that jeongin is definitely not paying attention to him. but it’s not going to ruin hyunjin’s day so he shoves jeongin’s sweatpants down low enough to wrap long fingers around his girth, thumbing over the tip to get him worked up and feeling the way he fills out in his hand.
he’s so fucking needy, already pent up and dripping with lube from when he’d fucked himself open with his fingers in the bathroom but it wasn’t enough. wasn’t the right angle, wasn’t big enough, wasn’t jeongin or his stupid big dick.
and because hyunjin’s so needy, he lifts his hips to position jeongin’s cock between his cheeks, back arched enticingly as he swivels his hips to get him all slicked up. the slide is what gets to him, taking in the way the head catches on his rim as he ruts down, taking in the way jeongin hardens even when he’s not paying attention to hyunjin at all.
with a small pitiful whine, hyunjin sits up, rising on his knees and grasping jeongin’s dick at the base to sink down on his cock and god, is it heavenly. the familiar intrusion inching inside him makes his mind go blank, grounding him in the feeling of his hole stretching open around that thick length. and, sure, maybe he should've been a little bit more thorough in the shower for the comfort of tomorrow's hyunjin, but he loves the burn of jeongin's too-big cock fucking into his tight ass. he loves the way it fills him up so completely that he thinks he'd choke on feeling of jeongin's dick lodged in this throat if he even breathed.
“fuck,” hyunjin groans quietly, eyes fluttering shut when he bottoms out. he's so fucking big hyunjin has to gnaw at his lip to keep his mouth from falling open when he's already so breathless and whiny, drool threatening to slip down his chin. it's a little bit pathetic he's this needy when jeongin won't even pay attention to him, too desperate to be full of cock that he didn't even fuck himself open on his fingers as much as he should have.
and maybe he wanted a reaction out of jeongin, to pull his attention away from his game with the way hyunjin clenches around him. maybe he wanted a hand gripping his waist or a throaty groan or something and all he gets is–
nothing. he gets nothing because jeongin is so unbothered by the tight heat around his cock, laid back and still focused on anything that isn't hyunjin. the hands hyunjin wants so desperately on his body are gripping his stupid little joycons, and his eyes are following the movement of his character instead of watching the way hyunjin’s ass presses down against his hips. he's acting like hyunjin fucking himself on his dick is something that happens everyday which– isn't wrong. sex with jeongin might as well be a daily occurrence, but you can't exactly blame him when jeongin exists looking like that and his fat fucking cock just feels so good.
“so deep, innie,” he gasps, shifting his hips to grind down on his length, trying so hard to get something from jeongin, anything, but jeongin hums non-committedly, as if to say that’s nice and all hyunjin can think of is what the fuck? because he didn’t know something so little could do so much to him.
and it’s embarrassing. it's so fucking embarrassing how much jeongin’s indifference affects him, all bricked up and balls deep in hyunjin’s ass and he still won’t pay attention to him.
hyunjin resists the urge to pout because even this is a sign that jeongin isn’t ignoring him completely; he just has to fuck himself so good that it distracts jeongin from his damn animals crossing.
he shudders as he inhales, his body tightening around the thick length. it's so much– being so full of jeongin that hyunjin thinks he was made specifically to fuck himself on his dick. maybe hyunjin was made to cockwarm jeongin until he feels so empty and incomplete without that stupid big cock buried inside him, or to let jeongin rail him with the purpose of leaving his marks in and on his body, shaping hyunjin's ass to take him whenever he wants.
he braces himself with his hands on jeongin’s ankles, thighs trembling and starting to burn as he builds up to a steady rhythm. it’s achingly slow for his liking– and probably jeongin's too given that hyunjin's left with reddened skin and an ache in his hips whenever he's in control. but it's nice this way, he thinks distantly, sighing blissfully as he opens up around his girth whenever he sinks down.
the delicious drag of jeongin’s cock against his walls is all he can focus on, a soft whimper escaping his lips when he notices the way his hole gapes around the tip. and all hyunjin can really do – all he can even think of doing – is fuck himself back on his cock harder, faster, his breath hitching in his throat when it brushes his spot. it sends a jolt up his spine, makes his hips jerk and his eyes roll back and his mouth fall open with a gasp.
“hnn–” hyunjin whines, high and loud and so goddamn needy he feels jeongin harden even more from where he’s buried to the hilt inside his fucked out hole. if he angles his hips right, he can almost see jeongin bulging through his otherwise flat stomach and he thinks he might faint.
he’s practically bouncing in jeongin’s lap at this point in his desperation, bed shaking as he chases his own pleasure, jaw slack and letting out short little ah, ah, ahs, and jeongin still isn’t paying attention to him. not even when hyunjin’s shaking on his lap and clenching tight around him and moaning so openly when he grinds down hard enough he sees stars.
“oh my god– jeongin–” he’s cut off by his own broken sob when his hips jerk back a little too hard from the way he’s trembling so much, slamming down on jeongin’s dick with an obscene slap of skin against skin. there’s an unbearable burn in his thighs, and he’s definitely feeling it tomorrow, but he’s so fucking desperate and so, so close to falling apart on the cock splitting him open to even care, tears welling up in his eyes as he grinds his ass down on jeongin’s lap, using him to fuck into where he’s most sensitive and it’s sending jolts up his spine and leaving his thighs shaking and–
and then jeongin’s voice cuts through the fog in his mind, a murmured command for him to come and oh, fuck–
hyunjin comes with a choked out moan, his eyes rolling back and his mouth falling open, clamping down around jeongin’s cock as he rides out his orgasm with slow rolls of his hips, making a mess of their sheets with his release. he’s shaking so badly and his arms are just barely holding him up, so sensitive it almost hurts as he pants quietly with jeongin buried inside him, but he’s so satisfied.
there’s the sound of joycons clacking together when jeongin sets them down and then a featherlight touch along his spine, eliciting a weak whimper from hyunjin’s lips from the sensation. it traces down to his lower back until jeongin’s hand is spread out against his heated skin, his thumb digging into one of the twin dimples just above his ass.
“you did so well, baby, c’mere,” jeongin coos, urging him off his still-hard cock. hyunjin whines when the head pops out of his fucked out hole, leaving him empty and gaping around nothing but it can be fixed easily with a little bit of pouting.
jeongin sits up to manhandle one boneless hyunjin with his hands around his waist, turning his body to face him and away from the paused screen. his boyfriend greets him with a smile and hyunjin returns it with a pout, reaching blindly behind him to get his hand on his dick.
hyunjin smiles triumphantly when he hisses, brows furrowed and lips parted when hyunjin aligns the tip with his hole and sinks down. but jeongin doesn’t complain, even when he’s worried it’s too soon after hyunjin literally fucked his own brains out. and it’s probably because he knows hyunjin needs this after a long ass week of being stressed.
he settles down on top of jeongin’s body, shifting lower when he thinks that they’re not close enough to his liking. he’s so calm and comfortable and content, eyes closing to the sound of jeongin’s heartbeat in one ear and the sound of his crossing animals speaking in the other. it’s possibly the most perfect end to the week he could’ve asked for, but wait–
“wait, you didn’t–”
hyunjin sits up, consequently shoving jeongin’s cock into his ass further and the borderline pornographic moan ripped from his throat would be more embarrassing if jeongin didn’t also make the hottest sound he’s heard in his damn life.
“fuck, sorry–” he’s cut off by jeongin tugging him forward with an amused huff, holding hyunjin down against his body. hyunjin practically goes limp, sighing and melting into his embrace when jeongin wraps his arms more comfortably around his waist. the soft fabric of his hoodie against his bare skin and the grounding feeling of jeongin keeping him full is a dangerous combination, lulling hyunjin to sleep so easily he’d forgotten everything that happened up until this moment.
he can feel jeongin shift beneath him, nosing along hyunjin’s cheek and up to press a kiss against his temple. jeongin’s arms tighten around him and a murmured “‘s okay, baby, you can sleep” is all hyunjin needs to drift off.
and when hyunjin wakes up to an empty bed, the sound of their shower running and the familiar feeling of cum leaking out of his ass, he thinks that picking up on jeongin’s attraction to him was the best thing he’s noticed in his life.