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Chan is a fairly simple man.
He sees something he likes and he never stops thinking about it, even when he has it. And that might be a problem for his credit card, sometimes, but never for his friends. Because he always makes sure they get something out of it too, shares his stuff with them like he bought it just for that. As long as they are happy - Chan is happy.
Simple, right?
Maybe because Chan keeps his selfishness down, tries to be a good man and friend and in general just on the down low. He is humble, he is kind and loving and he has never once in his life been selfish. Ever . Except for the day he met him .
A pretty boy, about three years younger than him and of such beauty and wit, Chan had been sure he was sculpted by the gods. The only thing he didn’t like? He was interested in one of Chan‘s friends. Wanted to meet with him because of a dance competition or something. And Chan just felt like letting his friend have him would consume Chan in a bad, dark and twisted way.
He still handed over the note that the pretty boy gave him, after copying the number off of it. Chan just wants to make sure that he is safe. He keeps the number safe and guarded in his phone, and his eyes on Hyunjin all the time. There is nothing Chan loves to look at more than Hyunjin - even if it's just from afar. The soft, short honey-blonde hair, the plump lips that stretch so prettily when he smiles and his eyes, which crinkle into crescent moons whenever he smiles or laughs.
But the most beautiful thing about his Hyunjin is his voice. The soft tone of honey and satin wrapping around Chan‘s brain like a rope and pulling him whenever he speaks. And god, does Chan love hearing Hyunjin speak, even when the younger one doesn't know he is listening.
He doesn’t have to know, doesn’t need to know that Chan always listens to him, no matter if it's day or night. He also doesn’t have to know that Chan jerks it about three times a week to Hyunjin’s alluring voice. That is for Chan to know, only. Because Chan has to keep his desire to the darkness. Has to stay in the shadow and behind a screen for now.
For now .
What gets Chan the most, what has him hot and ready to go, is whenever there is a slight change in the tone of Hyunjin’s voice. When his vocal cords strum in a certain way to make his voice hitch or go lower. It causes Chan‘s skin to ripple with desire. It makes his mouth water and his body beg to be touched. But listening to the recordings of conversations Hyunjin had with other people, mostly his friends, keeps Chan sane. It keeps him from spiralling when he feels on the brink, and it gets him higher than any joint could get. The only problem?
Hyunjin never talks to Chan.
And Chan really, really craves Hyunjin’s voice vocalising his name. He imagines the way Hyunjin‘s tongue would roll when he would use his english name, the r rolling of his lips like a whisper. Or how Hyunjin‘s lips would jut out a little as he would speak Chan‘s name - like they want to be touched and kissed. Chan wants that. He wants Hyunjin. But he can not have him.
At least that is what Chan thinks until he finds out that Hyunjin had broken it off with Chan‘s friends. Which does not surprise him because, as much as Dan is his friend, the guy is a complete idiot. He never really took care of Hyunjin,not in the way Hyunjin so obviously desired to be taken care of; all consuming and devotional .
That is how it begins, how Chan decides to take a step out of the shadow, a step into a lighter shade of grey. He decides he can be selfish now - just a little bit. For the start, Chan can just be a little bit selfish, a tiny drop into the water. His excitement hidden behind concern for his friend as the guy talked about what he would miss. Chan will make sure Hyunjin will never have to go through that again.
No. Chan will carry Hyunjin until the gods fall from heaven in a fit of jealousy, he will love Hyunjin the way it is intended: raw and until his last breath. And Hyunjin will love him just the way, because Chan will read every wish from his pretty lips before he even thinks about them. Chan would crawl into the deepest depths of the universe for Hyunjin.
He just has to tell him.
The first call he makes is on a Wednesday night. The red lights of his alarm clock show a confident 03:20 am. And Chan’s hands feel clammy as he blinks at the phone in his hand, the numbers dancing over the display in a mocking manner. As if they are trying to tell him he is not brave enough. And maybe Chan isn’t, but his thumb still clicks the blue phone call button and the screen turns grey, showing the number being dialled.
He is calling anonymously, of course. And he is not intending to speak, not yet anyway. He isn’t even sure if Hyunjin would pick up, so many people have unknown numbers blocked - for good reasons. There could be a creep on the other line. Some weirdo, someone that has not a single good intention. But then it clicks and the call starts.
Hyunjin answers .
“Hello?” His voice seeps through the receiver like molten butter. Sleep heavy in it, warm and rough from the hours of not talking. “Hello? Who is there?” Hyunjin breathes in, something hitches right there. And Chan is feeling the ecstasy of this moment rushing through him in waves, going straight to his heart… and his dick . “Jesus, hello? Who the fuck..” His object of desire seems not amused about the call, about the silence. “ Fuck you then.”
The click shoots through Chan in hot, piercing fashion and he can’t help but moan. Hyunjin hung up, probably dropping his phone next to his pillow as he hid back into his pillows. Chan needs him to say it again, to tell him all those rude words beca coming from Hyunjin’s pretty lips they sound like a treat. Like he did something wrong but Hyunjin still tells him the exact thing he needs.
Chan cums harder than he has in weeks that night. Sticky hand and wet spot on his shirt as he breathes into his pillow, imagining it would be the crook of Hyunjin’s neck.
He does the same thing two nights later. His finger slipped, Chan swears he didn’t mean to. But when Hyunjin’s voice rips through the receiver, Chan’s breath catches in his throat in excitement. “Hmh?” It’s just a hum, something completely humane and normal, something that has an effect on Chan; full force and intense heat rippling through him in excitement. “Man, this isn’t funny.” Hyunjin groans and Chan can hear the rustling of sheets.
He stares at the phone in his lap, stares at the time ticking up and up, while they both stay quiet. He is already palming himself when Hyunjin huffs out a breath. “Stupid fucker, just say something.” He mutters into the phone but Chan keeps quiet, the urge to speak still hidden. “Coward.” Hyunjin hangs up again, obviously very pissed. Chan falls back into his pillows and closes his eyes. Coward .
Well, he was anything but THAT. Chan was a great man, he would be a great lover to Hyunjin. He just has to make sure Hyunjin is safe. And he is, he is safe and he is annoyed. Chan has to change that. He swallows and licks his lips while he blinks at the ceiling, trying to figure something out.
Weeks go by, Chan keeps calling. Hyunjin keeps answering. At this point, it feels like a ritual. And Chan thinks maybe Hyunjin is actually waiting for him to call. Maybe he knows it's Chan . Of course he doesn’t. Chan doesn’t talk, he never is brave enough to speak a single word. But Hyunjin does all the talking. It consists of rude remarks and cussing Chan out. When he thought it was Dan calling, snarling into the phone “Dan, if that is you..” Chan hung up immediately. Offended that he would be placed right with the guy. His friend. The complete idiot.
Today, a rainy Saturday, Chan finally finds the perfect thing to say. But his voice doesn’t. He has been sitting here for hours, in a corner of the small book store where Hyunjin is working, hiding behind a copy of Kafka, and he has been watching Hyunjin. Working, smiling and giggling. It’s the sweetest thing Chan has ever seen, the way Hyunjin’s aura consumes everyone in the bookstore.
Hyunjin is wearing a cute blue cardigan with floral stripes on it, his hair hanging low into his face and his cheeks are slightly flushed. Probably because of one of the compliments that have been given to him throughout the day. Chan wishes he could tell him he looks outworldly. He wishes he could walk up and smile and tell Hyunjin how gorgeous he was, whenever he talked about one of his favourite novels. He isn’t brave enough to do it.
Not yet.
He leaves the store about twenty minutes before Hyunjin does, the afternoon air is fresh and sweet, his eyes follow each person down the street. Jisung once mentioned Chan looks around like a surveillance drone, like he is trying to scan the parameters for any danger. Even though he never knew for whom Chan was looking out for. Chan slips down the alleyway next to the store and puts his cap on, pulling it down into his face to hide it away. He blends in with the shadows next to the dumpster and pushes his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
Everytime Chan is at the store, he walks Hyunjin home. He walks behind him in a safe distance, his eyes making sure that Hyunjin is safe and not followed by some creep. Making sure he gets home safely and then Chan waits, leaning against a wall on the other side of the street, until the light in Hyunjin’s living room turns on. He has to wait another ten minutes until Hyunjin’s shadow appears right behind the drawn curtains of his bedroom.
Chan is sure it must be a pretty room, probably adorned with all sorts of sketches and flowers, books and maybe candles. Maybe it smells good too, Hyunjin does. Sometimes, when there is a lot going on in the store, Chan risks standing next to the counter. And then he can smell Hyunjin, his vanilla kind of smell makes Chan feel dizzy - he has never been able to find the exact same scent in any perfume store.
Tonight, Chan follows with easy steps, his shoes quiet against the pavement while Hyunjin walks. He has earphones in and his bag clutched against his side, afraid of it getting snatched. Chan makes sure nobody does, he just wishes he could tell Hyunjin not to worry. Like a guard dog, Chan trails after Hyunjin until they reach the street Hyunjin lives on. Chan stops when a person with blonde hair waves at Hyunjin, smiling brightly. “Heyyy!” Their voice is deep, acting in complete contrast to the pink skirt on their figure. “Lixie. Jesus, thank you.” Hyunjin breathes out and then they hug.
Chan stops in the distance, blinking through the darkness. When the blonde lifts their head to look at Chan, he tilts his head ever so slightly to keep his face hidden. The blonde, Lixie, whispers something Chan can’t hear and then Hyunjin nods. Heat soars through him in some kind of jealousy when Lixi grabs Hyunjin’s hand and intertwines their fingers. They walk off and Chan stays frozen in place, waiting. For what, he isn’t sure. But the feeling of jealousy dies down again, when he remembers that Hyunjin’s roommate is named Felix - and looks like the blonde.
Still, Chan turns around and drags himself home. If Hyunjin has someone sweet and caring like that at his side, Chan knows he will be okay to go home the rest of the way without him.
He is enchanted by Hyunjin, nobody understands it, not even Jisung. But Jisung doesn’t say anything whenever Chan is sitting on the couch in the living room, blinking down at his phone where he looks at a new selfie Hyunjin posted. He wishes it could be for him alone to see, the way his lips are puckered into a small kiss and his eyes dare him to say something. Chan doesn’t . He takes in the blue shirt, how pretty Hyunjin looks in it and how nicely it fits with the little flower earring.
Chan exhales before he pushes himself off the couch, passing Jisung. “You can always just talk to him, you know?” Jisung mutters from where he is hunched over his laptop, trying to finish his paper for uni. Chan hums. “Yeah, probably.” He mumbles. “He is not only for instagram, hyung.” Jisung adds and looks up. Chan shrugs, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “I guess.”
Jisung doesn’t know that Chan is Hyunjin’s personal bodyguard and guardian. He doesn’t know the late night calls. He probably would not approve.
Chan is totally normal, he doesn’t see himself as creepy or dangerous. He is simply looking out for Hyunjin, and that is not creepy. Or a crime. Right? And if he makes sure Hyunjin is having a good night of sleep, that's not a crime either. Or creepy. Jisung would probably disagree, but he doesn’t know and if he doesn’t know, he can not disapprove.
The phone rings about twice, then the familiar click is audible. Hyunjin always answers. That is what tells Chan he can continue, that it's allowed. Wanted , even.
“Hello?” His voice is soft and curious, still awake. As if he had been waiting for Chan to call. Chan blinks, surprised, then the breath he was holding for a minute slips out of his mouth, shaky now. It’s the first time Chan lets out a noise during his calls, the first time Hyunjin can hear someone on the other end of the line. “So you are there.” Hyunjin hums, as if he just got confirmation that it's not a ghost call.
Chan can’t help himself, the statement makes his teeth tingle with excitement, his heart jumps, as if it wants to take a leap from a cliff into ice cold water. “ You wore blue today .” His voice is low, reverent even. “ You looked beautiful. ” It’s embarrassing, the way Chan’s voice shakes as if Hyunjin would start laughing at him.
He doesn’t.
Chan can hear the rustling of sheets, then a breath that hitches. “You liked it, hm?” Hyunjin hums, a slight quiver in his voice. “I wasn’t sure if you were around, but I dressed up… just in case you were.” Hyunjin knows how to use his words, Chan is very aware, but this sentence draws him in even more. Enticing. He dressed up just for Chan . He swallows, his breath escaping him once again, shaky and like a breeze.
“I never know where you will be,” Hyunjin whispers, as if he wants to reel Chan in even more. Chan swallows thick. “You should say hello next time.” The younger one says and Chan can hear himself swallow down a quiet moan. A gulp. “You should. I want to meet you. You have been watching me, taking care of me from afar…” Hyunjin whispers and Chan isn’t sure if the twist in his voice comes from fear or something else. Chan breathes in again, swallowing even more.
There is a beat of silence, then Chan closes his eyes and releases his lip from the prison of his teeth. “ Soon ” He murmurs into the phone and there is a hitch on the other end, a breath being sucked in too fast, too eager. Chan can’t believe it… Does Hyunjin really want to see him ? This is a wet dream he had more than once, the one where he would be right there next to Hyunjin, feeling his skin against his own and breathing in his perfume from right behind his ear.
Chan hangs up. He can’t contain himself anymore, can't keep his hand out of his pants and he doesn’t want Hyunjin to think Chan is some kind of perverted person. He wants to see him, Chan can’t push the delirious ball of excitement out of his brain. It wanders into his pants as he starts jerking off, as he pushes himself into the pillow, groaning into it, Hyunjin’s name on his lips.
The next time he sees Hyunjin, Chan gets bolder. The little folded note in his pocket patiently waiting to be handed over. Chan swallows, licks his lips and watches Hyunjin, observing the way Hyunjin looks everyone right in the eye. Something new, something the usual introvert would not do so openly. He is searching . Chan can feel the ball of excitement in between his ribs, and can feel it growing as he realizes that Hyunjin is actively trying to find whoever is calling him at night. Chan pulls the note out of his pocket and turns it between his fingers.
A simple piece of paper, ripped out of one of Jisung’s many notebooks, crumbled up and then written on them in black sharpie. Chan exhales quietly and steps through the front door, the cap on his head resting a little lower than usual. He does his usual routine, walks to the shelf by the tables and picks out a single book. A romance novel, something touched by so many people already - the one he knows Hyunjin likes to look at after his shift.
The first note, Chan watches Hyunjin pick it up from between the pages about a minute after he leaves the store, then he watches Hyunjin look, watches him read and then look for him . His lips curl into a smile. Written in Chan’s neat handwriting, the words a praise to Hyunjin only.
~ you look pretty today. blue is your color
He didn’t sign it. Not one single hint at his person on the checkered paper. Chan smiles as he looks through the window, watches Hyunjin hurry towards the door. Chan disappears as quickly as he can, leaving no trace of himself and just a distant moment of his presence.
The next few weeks, Chan fills Hyunjin’s day with other notes. Always unsigned and always hidden somewhere where only Hyunjin would find them. Sticking out between his sketchbook pages, Chan slipped them in when he wasn’t paying attention, on the little plate under his cup, next to the change tablet. The same paper, the same handwriting - no signature.
~ your voice is my favourite
~ you sound wonderful
~ i can’t take my eyes off of you
~ will you smile for me? It's so pretty .
Every word carefully curated to flatter Hyunjin without actually showing how dangerously desired he is. And Chan loves to watch him react, loves to hear him thank him over the phone. And then, after a while of sitting in aching silence because Chan refuses to speak more than needed, he would hang up.
The fear, the trembling of something dangerous hovering over him, in Hyunjin’s voice changes into something like ache, something more than curious. He wants to know, Chan can tell and god he understands the need to be close. The craving of innocence against their hearts. Hyunjin wants him. And Chan is thriving on the feeling.
This was never meant to scare Hyunjin, Chan knows he needs to explain it. But god, he liked the taste of fear Hyunjin showed. And maybe the slight anger he sometimes hears in his voice too, the one he uses to tell Chan to fuck off. It’s hot . And he wants to hear it more.
The apartment is quiet and dark. The only light source comes from the phone screen on the bed. Chan is standing in the middle of the hallway and he can look right at the one he had been craving. Breaking and entering, something he thought very carefully about. He figured he could go to jail for a while if it meant he could finally see Hyunjin all on his own, not surrounded by books and people.
And, oh, does he look pretty. His hair sticking up in different directions and his body sprawled out on the bed, Chan can feel his body tingle. He made sure that the roommate wasn't home before he slipped through the cracked window of the living room, making his move swift and silent. And now all Chan can do is stare at the beautiful man only thirteen steps away. If he calculated right.
Hyunjin shifts on his bed and groans. “I don’t know, I think its more a secret admirer than a stalker, Lix.” Hyunjin sighs and Chan swallows. “Bullshit, Hyune. He is terrorising you and now…” Hyunjin shakes his head. “He isn’t. They are just calls and after the seventh I realized it's not that bad. Whoever it is doesn’t really seem to be talkative. Or maybe they are shy.” Hyunjin sighs and turns his head a little, playing with his earrings.
The phone crackles as Felix answers. “Well, at least he hasn’t threatened you or anything yet. As soon as he does, I will make sure he will go behind bars.” Chan raises an eyebrow, his jacket rustles when he shifts and Hyunjin’s head snaps towards the door, his pretty eyes staring right at the figure standing in the hallway. “Uh… Lix, I’m gonna… I will call you back.” Hyunjin mutters before ending the call without any warning.
Chan is frozen as Hyunjin slowly sits up on his knees, the bed creaking quietly. The older has half a mind to tilt his head, the snout of the cap hiding his face even more, before Hyunjin scrambles up. “Who…” He begins, but then he stops in his tracks. Chan wants to bolt, wants to leap out of the window and down the street. When he turns, in slow motion, Hyunjin takes a step forward. “No.” He breathes out. “Stop.” He adds.
Chan obeys.
They stand there, Chan hidden in the nightly darkness of the apartment’s hallway, and Hyunjin standing in his dimly lit bedroom - his phone still shining light upward. He is wearing a pair of shorts and a loose shirt. Chan thinks he is the prettiest he has ever been. The silence stretches and Hyunjin blinks at him in waiting, a sif he was trying to tell him something. Then, with a careful movement, Hyunjin tapes a step forward.
“Show yourself.” He demands and Chan can feel the buckle in his knees at the tone. It’s gentle and warm but the demand in it is very obvious and undeniable. Chan hesitates and then shakes his head. Hyunjin clenches his jaw. “Show me, come on .” The urge in the last word makes Chan’s skin tingle and he swallows, contemplating. He throws his plan away.
With reluctant grace, Chan looks up. Carefully pushing the cap upwards too to show who he is. And Hyunjin’s breath catches. “I knew it.” He hushes out and the silence in the apartment suddenly feels like a blurry line disappearing. Suddenly everything seems to make sense and Hyunjin steps close to his door. “You… you have been watching me. Followed me and called me.”
There is no accusation or fear in Hyunjin’s voice. Chan clenches his fist slightly, his eyes darting over the beautiful face. “Why?” Hyunjin whispers and Chan is caught. Why? The curiosity in the word seeps through every layer of skin and settles on Chan’s muscles. His eyes fall down to the floor and he breathes in and out. “I… need to..” He grinds his teeth. “Take care of you.” His sentence lingers in the dark room. Hyunjin’s lips pull into a smile, pretty and crooked. “And why are you calling? Why not come up and see me?” He whispers.
“Your… voice..” Chan shifts, his jacket rustling quietly. “is all that is important.” Hyunjin steps closer, his feet featherlight on the tiles. Chan’s eyes bounce up to meet the other’s eyes. “Why call me in the dark?” He asks, and Chan exhales. “I… that is when I need to hear you the most..” He whispers and Hyunjin stops. “Even though you didn’t know me, I.. like how you make me feel.” Chan licks his lips and Hyunjin’s foot hits the next tile. “Like the oxygen returning to my body, helping me breathe.”
The younger man moves as fluid as water, lapping at cliffs. When his finger tips brush along Chan’s jaw like the cold waves of the ocean, the older man holds his breath. Hyunjin tilts his head ever so firmly. “And why do you never say more than just a word?” Hyunjin wants to know, his voice like satin on Chan’s skin, slowly merging with it. Chan’s eyes flutter close and his breath hitches a little.
“Because if I would have said more, I would have begged.” His voice sounds like it is about to break, his throat feels tight. “What for?” Hyunjin asks back and Chan can feel the shiver form before he slides down his chest and back. “For you to say my name. I would have begged to belong to you.”
Hyunjin allows the words to settle, his fingertips still gracing Chan’s skin as they stand there letting the admission pulse like their heartbeats joined. Then, with a breath caught between Chan’s lips, Hyunjin steps forward. “Make me say it now.” He hums, the heat of his body now brushing against Chan. “Tell me what it is and let me say it,” Hyunjin’s voice turns thick like honey, the sweetness turns achingly thick in Chan’s mind.
“ Chan ,” he presses out. And Hyunjin hums. “Chan…” The man repeats and it causes Chan’s body to fry. He is standing very still, Hyunjin’s finger taps against his jaw while they wait. Suddenly Hyunjin’s lips graze over the shell of Chan’s ear, breath hot and tingling. He whispers, soft and taunting, “Say my name, now, Channie .” And Chan shivers, full body now, unable to keep it in any longer.
“ Hyunjin .”
It’s just barely above a whisper, like a silent plea. His undoing.
“Again.”
There it is, the slight sharp drop in Hyunjin’s voice, somewhat there with the way he told Chan to fuck off. And Chan can feel himself harden in his pants.
“Hyun jin ,” This time his voice is breathless, the one that had been caught escaping downward into his chest, uncurling. And Chan drops to his knees, as if Hyunjin’s name was more than a name, as if it was heavy on Chan’s shoulders and urging him to kneel - like worship.
Hyunjin is looking down on him, his eyes filled with heated curiosity and something else, something powerful. His fingers trace Chan’s jaw like someone would trace the edge of a knife - every slip up could make him bleed. “You like my voice?” He whispers and Chan nods. “And me?” Another nod. How much?” Hyunjin asks, his eyes scanning the face he had seen so many times before, never realizing the darkness of his eyes or how the dimple on his cheek could make room for something sinister.
“Too much… I feel insane, driving me crazy.” Chan whispers, as Hyunjin’s thumb presses against his chin. “I can tell,” Hyunjin murmurs and his lips pull into a cruel smile - only for a moment but it is enough for Chan to feel ecstatic. Hyunjin wants him.
He wants him .
Chan can see it in the glinting eyes, the pretty brown drowning him as Hyunjin looks at him, trying to understand what exactly he wants. Hyunjin seems to mull his options over, the one were could use his complete power of Chan’s head to keep him kneeling until the police arrive, and the one where he dives into whatever fantasy Chan wants to make real with him.
The decision is made, Chan can see the flicker of it in Hyunjin’s eyes. His fingers slowly drag into the hair by Chan’s neck. “What were you planning to do tonight?” He asks, his voice rippling through Chan in waves of desire. He hadn’t planned to do anything, he just wanted to be close , watch him for a while and disappear again. Like a ghost, like shadow. But now, shifting slightly on his knees, Chan doesn’t know what to say, how to answer. Hyunjin tilts his head a little. “You wanted to do something, right?” He asks again, trying to coax an answer out of the man.
Chan’s intake of breath is shaky as he feels Hyunjin’s fingernails scarpe at his scalp. “Just… watch.” He whispers and Hyunjin’s lips curl into a smile, amused by the hitch in Chan’s breath. Then, without a single word, Hyunjin tugs on Chan’s curls, tilting his head back. His cap drops to the floor with a quiet thud and Chan’s lips part ever so slightly. “Just watch? Nothing more?” Hyunjin asks, his voice a quiet brush against Chan’s already heated skin. He swallows thickly, his throat bops. “Just..” He begins but Hyunjin’s smile turns teasing.
“And you didn’t plan on touching me?”
Chan blinks at the words, his mind stilling at the question. His eyes stare at Hyunjin in surprise and Hyunjin tilts his head slightly. “Are you thinking about touching me now?” He murmurs and Chan’s mouth answers before Chan’s mind can catch up. “Yes.”
He does, he thinks about having his hands on Hyunjin a lot; about how perfect their hands would hold each other or how amazingly beautiful his hands would look on Hyunjin’s skin. Beneath the blue cardigan, Hyunjin must have the softest skin a man can dream about. Tinting pink at touch just like his cheeks does when words brush over them. He fantasises about the way Hyunjin’s skin would taste or how much he might have to squeeze to leave soft marks. Or how much of his cum his belly would be able to hold.
Hyunjin seems to be able to read his mind. “Touch me, then,Channie,” He hums, his fingers pressing against his neck. Chan swallows. “N..no..” He breathes out. He would be unworthy to do so, he can’t. Not yet. Not when Hyunjin could still make him go away. He broke in, after all. Hyunjin raises a brow, his eyes scanning Chan before he steps even closer. Chan could rest his head against his hip bone, nuzzle his nose into the soft fabric of his shirt. He sighs softly as Hyunjin starts to move carefully, lowering himself until his legs slot past Chan’s hips.
Hyunjin rests on Chan’s crotch, his hard on pressing right against Hyunjin’s perfect ass. “Touch me, Channie. It’s what you want, isn’t it?” Hyunjin muses as his arms rest against Chan’s shoulders. Chan can feel his fingers twitching against his palms. “Come on, I am giving you permission, honey.” Hyunjin muses and Chan caves like an unstable tower of jenga pieces - crumbling at Hyunjin’s words like a weak man. His hands fly up, wrap around Hyunjin’s waist in an instant.
“See, isn’t that hard, isn’t it?” Hyunjin hums but his voice goes out when Chan squeezes his waist a little. “Now touch me the way you really want to touch me.” The younger whispers, their faces just inches apart. Chan’s left arm wraps around Hyunjin’s waist as his other hand drops down to his ass. Hyunjin gasps quietly as he presses down onto Chan’s boner. His cheeks are flush, eyes finding Chan’s. A quiet hum leaves Hyunjin and he parts his lips for a moment. Chan wants to take them between his teeth.
He can feel his body heat, his mind is reeling with the triumph of having his desire right on him, chest to chest. Hyunjin’s thighs clench slightly around Chan’s hips. “You wanna fuck me?” He whispers, and Chan chokes out a whiny little sound. “Please,” Chan whimpers out but Hyunjin just starts smirking a little.
Chan never realized Hyunjin might have a dark side too.
“Not yet,” Hyunjin muses, his hand slightly tugging on Chan’s curls. “I need to be sure you want it, Channie.” Chan lets out another desperate sound, like an animal being held back. Chan wants to feel Hyunjin, wants to wrap him around himself and never let him go again. “I do… please, please I do. Jinnie .” He whines out, the words bouncing around the hallway. Hyunjin hums. “Show me,” he whispers. “Be good and show me.”
Chan doesn’t understand, he isn’t sure how. How should he prove his complete devotion and worship for Hyunjin other than making him feel it? He breathes out, his hand squeezing Hyunjin’s ass. “How?” He croaks out, and Hyunjin hums - as if he is trying to figure it out too. Then a glint of something eager flashes through Hyunjin’s eyes. “Get off like this.” He says. Chan blinks. “Like.. like this?” He asks, unsure if he heard Hyunjin right.
Hyunjin nods, leaning in until their noses brush. “Don’t take off any clothes,” he whispers. “But use me to get off, show me.” He adds. Chan swallows and exhales. “I don’t…” he starts but Hyunjin just places a hand on Chan’s cheek. “You do, Channie. You want me, right?” Chan nods. “Then show me how good you feel just by holding me.”
Maybe his brain short circuits, maybe he has lost the last cup in his cupboard, but Chan nods again and then he starts to guide Hyunjin’s hips, thrusting up ever so slightly. Hyunjin nods, when Chan blinks at him with a question in his eyes. “Just like that, yes.” Hyunjin nods. And Chan starts moving, his knees are already protesting from the pressure and the uncomfortable tiles under them, but he doesn’t care. All he can think about is how it looks like Hyunjin is riding him, holding his face.
It feels so intimate, so close that his whole body can feel him. Right where he belongs, where Chan wanted him all along. “Doing great, Channie. I can feel you,” Hyunjin whispers and Chan lets out a breathless moan. The friction of his jeans and boxers against his hard on makes this already very difficult to keep up but Hyunjin’s movements on top of him, grinding and pushing down like he is actually riding him.
“You are so… pretty..” he chokes out and Hyunjin smiles quietly, not answering the compliment. “Concentrate, Channie, I need you to cum, okay?” Chan swallows. “Yes,” Hyunjin licks his lips. Chan continues to grind, continues to move Hyunjin’s and his own hips as he chases the high he desperately needs. “Tell me what you feel.” Hyunjin demands and he tugs on Chan’s curls again. “You.” Chan breathes out and Hyunjin smiles. “And?”
Devotion. Utter delight and heat through his whole body. Chan can’t think of anything else. “Just… you.” He whispers. “That’s all you want, right?” Hyunjin teases and Chan nods, his hip movement grows frantic while Hyunjin’s eyes go heavy lidded too. Chan can see it, the pleasure might fog his mind but he can still see the way Hyunjin’s skin flush and how he tightens around him without a single hitched breath. “Answer me, Chan.” Hyunjin lets out and Chan whimpers, pressing Hyunjin against his crotch even more, his knees protesting as Chan starts to thrust up against him even faster. “You want only me, right?”
“ Yeah .” Chan whines. “Say it.” Hyunjin hums. The air is shifting and Chan can feel himself getting closer and closer, his hands tightening where they are pressed against Hyunjin’s body. “I want only you, Jinnie. Just you. Only.. ah… you.” He gasps. “Good boy.” Hyunjin praises and Chan sucks in a shaky, heavy breath. “Cum for me then, Channie. Paint your jeans white.”
Hyunjin’s nose brushes against Chan’s cheek and Chan whines loudly, it echoes through the hallway. The apartment is filled with his moans and whimpers while Hyunjin holds himself upright by his shoulders. “Are… are you mine?” Chan wants to know, he can feel his muscles tighten and he knows he is more than close, drool pooling under his tongue. Hyunjin blinks at him, his eyes closing for a second and then, with the voice Chan loves so much, the one he uses to get off to almost every night, Hyunjin hums.
“ I will be .”
Chan gasps. “Cum for me, now, Channie. Be a good boy, listen to me and cum.” Hyunjin hums right against his ear, the sound of satin and honey, wrapping around Chan’s useless head as his orgasm shakes through him, causing his body to shake with it. He can feel himself cumming, the way his boxers start to go damp and he can even feel it go right through the fabric of his jeans. “Jinnie… ah.. ah..” He whines, his head dropping against Hyunjin’s collar bone.
“You did well, Channie.” Hyunjin muses about a minute later, Chan’s breath still fast and heavy. Hyunjin tugs on his curls and Chan blinks up at him. “Is that what you did when you called me? Getting off to my voice?” He whispers and Chan swallows, nodding slightly. “Yeah.” He admits. A satisfied smile pulls Hyunjin’s lips apart and Chan wants to lick over them with his tongue, tracing them and every word Hyunjin speaks.
Hyunjin pulls Chan’s head back and looks at his glazed over eyes, heat and devotion obvious in them. “It will be the only sound you will jerk off to from now on, right?” It’s the smooth tone, the way there is not a single hitch of fear in Hyunjin’s voice anymore, that makes Chan feel completely taken in, hypnotised by it. “Yes, yes, sir.” Chan breathes out.
Hyunjin kisses him .