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It starts small.
A look. A laugh. A hand that slides across the small of Abby’s back and just stays there, warm and casual and criminally lingering, like Jinu didn’t just commit an emotional felony in the middle of a hallway lined with stylists, coordis, and camera PDs backstage at Inkigayo.
For literal centuries, Abby’s been the one to reach out first. The one slinging an arm around his shoulders. The one leaning in too close with some nonsense excuse about fixing his gat, his robes, his mic. Touchy. Flirty. A menace, proudly.
And now? Jinu’s beating him at his own game.
He says things like, “You looked really good onstage today,” like it’s just a fact. Like he’s said it a hundred times before. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
How is Abby supposed to function when Jinu talks like that? He’s supposed to be the slut in this relationship. He’s not built to receive. And now Jinu’s out here dropping these gentle, emotionally ruinous compliments like a main lead in a high-budget Studio Dragon romance, with his gentle voice and those eyes, and Abby is just. Barely. Holding. It. Together.
He tells himself he’s being normal about it. Calm. Mature. But inside?
Inside, Abby has the pent-up energy of an idol trainee three hundred years into a no-dating clause and one backhanded compliment away from climbing Jinu like a pole.
He wants to savour this softer version of Jinu. Wants to savour every stupid sweet second of New Jinu™, the one who buys him vitamin drinks and fixes his beanie as if he's done it for centuries.
He is savouring it.
But it’s also been literal months. Months of hand brushes and sweet smiles and that one time Jinu kissed the corner of his mouth like this was some goddamn k-drama in episode 6.
Abby’s been patient.
Abby’s been good.
For centuries. Entire lifetimes.
But if he doesn’t get railed soon, he’s going to start vibrating through walls.
Which is how he ends up in the gym at 7AM with a weighted vest and a personal vendetta against his own thighs.
Mystery is facedown on the mat like he’s gone home to the ancestors.
“How are you worse when your feelings are requited,” Baby gasps, wheezing through his sixth set of incline push-ups. “If I die, tell my fans I left this world doing what I hated.”
“You volunteered to come,” Abby says, which is only technically true. He might’ve sent Baby a slightly message at 5:43AM with screenshots of fans saying how cute and adowable Baby looks next to Abby's physique.
"To WORK OUT, not train for war!" Baby snaps, floppnig onto the floor.
“Do you have any idea how many crunches I’ve done while you fantasised about Jinu’s fingers? You did breath control drills to a recording of him whispering ‘You did well today’. We heard you.”
"Let a man cope!"
“You’re coping on my back!” Baby roars. "Even Mystery's had enough of you! Look at him, he's dead!"
Mystery shifts his head a little, slowly like all movement causes him pain. Abby can't see his eyes through his bangs but he can feel a Mystery Glare when it happens.
Abby wipes his face with a towel and throws himself into another set of mountain climbers. He needs to do something. Anything. Before he does something else. Like crawl into Jinu’s bed and ask politely to be ruined.
Watching all of them from a bench on the wall, Romance takes a sip of his coffee and sighs with the kind of satisfied exhaustion reserved for people who’ve been watching a slow-motion disaster for a very long time.
“You’ve been edging your own love story for literal months,” Romance says, like he’s narrating a nature documentary. “At this point, I’m rooting for the vitamin drink.”
Abby pauses mid–mountain climber, panting. “What?”
“The six Jinu’s bought you this week,” Romance says. “The ones with little post-it notes that say ‘remember to hydrate’ and ‘you sounded amazing today’.”
Baby groans into his towel like he’s been personally victimised. “He’s courting you like a man raised on weekend dramas and Christian guilt. And we're demons.”
Romance laughs. “Congratulations. You’re being romanced by a man who won’t even touch your waist for more than three seconds without asking if it’s okay.”
“He’s just… being sweet,” Abby mumbles. “There's nothing wrong with that.”
Romance raises a brow and sips his coffee serenely. “Last week you made him ramyeon at 2AM and said ‘I always sleep better after something warm in my mouth.’”
“That was normal!” Abby yells, offended.
“You winked,” Romance says.
“You brought out candles,” Baby adds, rolling onto his side like he’s trying to physically escape the memory. “Then you asked if he wanted to watch ‘Nevertheless’ again. With a blanket. And a single floor cushion.”
Abby screams into his towel.
“Why are you even here?” he groans, glaring at Romance, who hasn’t shown up for a morning workout since ever.
Romance shrugs, all sunshine and menace. “Mystery likes watching dramas on TV. I like watching them happen in real life.”
"Not a drama," Mystery says, finally catching his breath and finding the energy to talk. "A disaster."
Romance chokes on his drink. Abby gapes. Baby guffaws.
**
Okay, so maybe Romance was right.
Abby is trying. He's trying so hard he might need medical attention.
He’s just finished showering after dance practice, hair damp, skin flushed, towel slung low—strategically low—around his hips. He’s oiled his collarbones. He’s timed this like one of their demonic operations.
Jinu always comes back to their penthouse from the studio around 11:30PM. Abby has approximately a three-minute window to "accidentally" bump into him in the hallway outside their rooms.
And like clockwork—there he is.
Jinu, hoodie half-zipped, earbuds dangling, looking too soft and too kind and too goddamn polite to be real.
Abby leans casually against the wall outside his door, one hand running through his hair. “Oh, Jinu,” he says, feigning surprise like he hasn’t been rehearsing this for the last twenty minutes. “Didn’t hear you come in.”
Jinu stops mid-step. Blinks. Takes in Abby’s entire situation.
Then he gently reaches forward and adjusts Abby’s towel higher on his hips. Like a concerned mother. Like a passing nun. Like a man utterly unaware that Abby is seconds away from bursting into flames.
“You’ll catch a cold,” Jinu says kindly, voice full of concern. “Make sure to dry off properly.”
Then he smiles, and walks away.
Abby stands there, soaking wet and spiritually defeated, listening to the sound of Jinu’s door clicking shut like the gates of celibacy themselves.
From somewhere else in the penthouse, someone coughs.
Then Baby’s voice, echoing faintly down the hall: “Mystery’s right. Disaster.”
Abby sighs, towel still clutched to his hips like dignity, and trudges back toward the bathroom in silence.
He shuts the door behind him. Stares at himself in the mirror like he’s trying to mind-control his own reflection into getting laid.
Because the worst part is… he’s not mad.
He’s frustrated, yeah. He's so sexually wound up he could probably power the entire Gangnam area with the force of his pent-up thirst alone. But he’s not mad.
Jinu’s finally free. Truly, finally, unburdened by Gwi Ma, by guilt, by all the things that used to tighten around him like rope. And now that he’s free, he loves differently, like it’s safe to. Like it’s not going to get taken away.
And god, Abby wants that for him. He wants Jinu to have the time to figure out how he wants to love, how he wants to take. If Jinu wants to move slow, then fine. He’ll wait. He’s done worse for less.
But also.
When Jinu said “I'm going to make you love me again,” Abby had assumed there’d be some full-body contact involved. Like, bare minimum shirtlessness. Possibly some tongue.
Instead, he’s getting soft touches, compliments, and post-it notes.
And it’s sweet. It is. Some part of Abby really does bask in he softness, the sweetness, the way Jinu looks at him like he’s something worth unwrapping slowly.
But he’s also been kissed, like, once. Lightly. Like a K-drama in episode six. And now he’s stuck doing his third round of moisturizer while like it can satiate his thirst.
Abby pats his cheeks dry, glares at his reflection one more time, and exhales.
He wanders out of the bathroom barefoot, no real destination in mind. The penthouse is quiet, hallway lights dimmed, the living room empty, a faint hum of appliances the only sound. His feet carry him down the hall, past Jinu’s door (which he definitely doesn’t glance at), toward his own room at the end.
He always picks the spot next to Jinu’s, no matter where they’re staying. Tents. Barracks. Inns. Hotels. Back then, it was a protective thing. Gwi Ma would sometimes speak to Jinu late in the evening, and Jinu would always come out of it shaken and unable to go back to sleep, so Abby liked being close by to notice and keep him company.
Now, it would be the perfect setup for spontaneous trysts and getting railed across every available surface… if Jinu weren’t so determined to blue ball him at every opportuity.
Inside his room, he towel-dries his hair without much energy. His limbs feel heavy, dejected. He tugs on a pair of grey sweatpants, then sits on the edge of his bed for a minute, staring at the floor like it might offer answers.
He’s not sure what he wants. Well, he does. It involves very little clothes and a lot of cardio. He just doesn’t want to be the first one to ask for it.
Not when Jinu’s taking his time. Not when Jinu’s being so gentle, so careful, like love is something delicate that needs to be unwrapped with patience instead of teeth.
Abby scrubs a hand over his face and stands. The room’s too warm, or maybe he just is. He cracks the door to the balcony open again, letting in the cooler outside air, and his gaze drifts automatically, predictably, to Jinu's side of the balcony.
There, he finds Jinu asleep on the lounge chair, half-curled under a throw blanket, one arm slung over his stomach, the other dangling loosely off the side. His hoodie’s bunched around his neck. His mouth is slightly open. His phone rests face-down on his chest, long forgotten.
Abby steps out quietly, careful not to wake him.
The air is crisp this high up, and the city hums below them, soft, distant, full of life. A breeze lifts Jinu’s bangs, brushes across his cheek like a kiss Abby hasn’t earned yet.
He crouches nearby, settling on the balls of his feet. Not too close, just enough to see him clearly in the soft glow of the city lights.
There’s something quietly precious about seeing Jinu like this. Unbothered. Unburdened. Safe. For years, even in sleep, there was always a tension in his brow, like his mind was stuck somewhere his body couldn’t escape. But now… now he just looks tired. The good kind. The lived kind. Like someone who’s finally allowed to stop holding it all together.
And Abby's never loved him more than in this moment. He’s absolutely love with this freer, lighter Jinu. Fully, completely, head over heels, all over again.
Abby waited centuries for him, and he can another lifetime if Jinu wants to take them slow.
But still—
Don’t keep me waiting too long, okay? Abby thinks, folding the blanket around Jinu a little tighter.
He leans in and kisses Jinu’s forehead, light as breath.
**
He doesn’t sleep much that night. Mostly just stares at the ceiling, heart full and body deeply, tragically, untouched.
The next day, he tries to reset. Tries to be normal. Tries not to hover around Jinu like a lovesick teenager on a drama set.
It goes fine, mostly.
Until the agency’s content team sets up in the kitchen that evening and Abby realises he forgot they were meant to film a late-night-snacks video for the fans.
“Right,” he mutters, rubbing his face as lights go up and mics get clipped. “That’s today.”
Baby looks up from where he’s fiddling with a bag of chips. “Are you cooking or am I cooking?”
Before Abby can answer, Jinu appears fresh from makeup, hair fluffed just enough to look casually perfect. He brightens the moment he sees the setup.
“I’ll do it,” he says brightly, already rolling up his sleeves. “Abby always cooks. I want to return the favour.”
Abby opens his mouth. Closes it again.
Baby stares at him like he’s just been told he’s getting sent to war.
“You sure about that, hyung?” Baby says carefully, leaning toward him. “Like—no offense—but do you remember the kimchi pancakes from last time—”
“Let him,” Abby says quickly, elbowing Baby in the ribs.
Baby makes a noise of protest.
Abby tilts his head toward Jinu, who’s now joyfully digging through the fridge like he’s prepping for a mukbang.
“Oh,” Baby says, eyeing him. “He’s excited excited.”
“Yeah,” Abby murmurs. “Let him have this.”
Staff places some strategic portable lights and cameras around their kitchen before retreating to the dining room to set up for later.
While Jinu works, the rest of the boys are banished to the living room area to stay out of the shot. A makeshift table’s been set up on the floor with a deck of Uno cards, half a bag of honey butter chips, and the heavy silence of a group preparing for war.
“Draw two,” Baby says flatly, slapping the card down with the kind of finality usually reserved for criminal sentencing.
Mystery doesn’t even flinch. He draws, unreadable as ever, and then calmly lays down another draw two.
Romance shrugs and considers for a moment whether to play another plus two or the plus four in his hand.
“This is taking forever,” Baby mutters, dramatically fanning his cards. “I’m wasting away.”
“You literally just ate a protein bar,” Mystery says, pointing at the wrapper on the table.
“I need real food,” Baby whines some more. “Protein bars are for gym hunger. This is spiritual hunger.”
Romance hums. “This is spiritual hunger?”
“Yes. My soul is craving comfort food and chaos.”
"Then, you're in the right place," Romance says, laying down the plus four. Baby gasps in outrage.
“This is great. We should've set cameras out here too," a producer mutters.
While Baby grumbles and draws eight cards from the deck, Romance glances up in time to catch Abby hovering behind Jinu with the subtlety of a man on a mission. “Look. He’s going for it.”
In the kitchen, Abby sees his moment.
“Looks good,” he says, sliding up beside Jinu and peering into the pot like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen. He reaches for the ladle, hand grazing Jinu’s wrist in a move straight out of a 2016 romance drama. “Want a hand?”
Classic. Elegant. Proven.
Jinu glances down at their hands. Then at Abby.
Then gently unwraps Abby’s fingers like he’s untangling a toddler from a curtain and pats his wrist.
“I’ve got it,” he says, tone light. Jinu turns to the camera set up near the stove. "You guys might not know this but Abby does all of the cooking around here. Sometimes Baby, when Abby's busy. Abby probably thinks I'm going to make a mess of his kitchen but I think I'm doing well, don't you?"
He addresses the question to Abby, beaming at him.
Abby steps back, heart rate climbing into dangerous territory. “Absolutely,” he croaks. “So well. Great. Fantastic.”
From the living room: “Oh my god,” Baby says, peeking over his large Uno hand.
“Shh,” Romance hisses, eyes glittering. “This is better than anything on Netflix.”
The same producer from before groans. "We can't air any of that. Someone pull him out, please."
Jinu ladles out a careful spoonful, blows gently to cool it, and offers it to Abby like it’s a priceless treasure.
“Here. Taste?”
Abby leans forward and lets Jinu feed him. His heart detonates for a second. Then the soup hits.
It’s bad. Like, bad-bad. Somehow both under-seasoned and weirdly sour. The texture is weirdly gelatinous, and he’s not totally sure what’s floating in there.
But Jinu is watching him so expectantly, eyes bright and lips tilted in a hopeful smile, like he’s waiting for a gold star sticker and a hug.
Abby swallows.
“It’s… really good,” he manages, voice about an octave higher than usual.
Romance snorts off-camera. A staff member watching the Uno game in the living room laughs. “It smells great though! Can't be that bad.”
Romance just shakes his head, deadly serious. “There’s a reason Abby usually cooks.”
Mystery, without looking up from his cards, reaches into his bag and pulls out two more protein bars. He hands one to Baby, one to Romance.
Somewhere behind the camera, someone coughs to cover a laugh.
Pleased with Abby's reaction, Jinu calls that the food is ready and they all move to the dining room which is already set up with strategic cameras to capture each of the boys as they shuffle into their seats.
Jinu is beaming, setting the pot down in the centre of the table and settles next to Abby with the air of a man serving Michelin-starred instant ramyeon.
Abby smiles at him like he hung the moon.
Baby, Romance, and Mystery lower themselves to the table like they’re preparing for an execution.
The first round of bowls are served. Jinu ladles the soup himself, careful and precise. The cameras are still rolling, and a staff member offscreen cheerfully announces, “Okay, let’s get some reaction shots as everyone tastes the food!”
Baby looks down at his bowl like it personally wronged him.
Romance stares into his with a thousand-yard gaze.
Mystery’s is already looking around to see if the Tiger was around so he could slip him a meal.
Abby doesn’t blink. Just lifts his spoon and takes another enthusiastic sip. “So good,” he says brightly.
Across the table, Romance glances at him. Takes in the forced grin, Jinu’s glowing expression, and the camera pointed right at them.
He forces a smile that should win him a Baeksang. “Delicious,” he says, then takes a bite.
It takes everything in him not to cry.
“Mmh,” Baby says through gritted teeth, face contorting like he’s trying to convince his tongue it’s not under attack. “This is… something.”
Mystery just closes his eyes, breathes in deep like a monk preparing for death, and downs half the bowl in one go.
Jinu looks around, eager. “You like it?”
“Yes,” Abby, Romance, and Baby chorus in unison. Mystery still hasn't stopped shovelling food down is throat as it will all be alright if he doesn't touch it with his tongue.
Baby makes eye contact with Abby across the table and mouths, I hate you.
Abby widens his eyes and tilts his head, mouthing back, Shut up and smile.
A staff member moves closer with a handheld cam, panning across their faces.
Romance, camera-ready, gives a tight thumbs-up. “Our hyung really worked hard. So grateful.”
“We love a domestic king,” Baby adds weakly, stabbing at a green fishcake with all the grace of a man fighting for his life.
Jinu laughs, touched. “I’ll make something again next time.”
A beat of silence follows.
Then Abby claps his hands, voice a full octave higher. “Let’s eat while it’s hot!”
There’s a dull thunk.
Everyone turns and finds Mystery face-down on the table.
Abby doesn’t miss a beat. He smiles brightly into the lens and says, “It’s so good he's already in a food coma.”
Romance coughs loudly to hide a laugh.
And the cameras keep rolling.
**
A few nights later, after they put the ramyeon incident behind them, Abby hatches a plan.
He finds a piece of paper and writes 'arcane s2 tonight?' and squats next to the Tiger dozing on the floor of his room.
Abby holds out the note, and jerks his head to the direction of Jinu's room. "Pass it on."
The Tiger blinks slowly, clearly thinking 'but he’s literally just one room away?' before obediently taking the note in his mouth and slowly padding out to the balcony.
He's back two minutes later, still confused but happy to be able to go back to napping. There's a new scrawl in the note between his teeth.
'sure :) 7 work?'
Abby ruffles the Tiger's head. "Good kitty."
Then he picks up his phone and starts texting.
[ABBY]: Dont bother us tonight. Jinu and i are going to binge watch arcane.
[BABY]: keep it to your room. u cant exile me out of the common areas, its my house too
[ROMANCE]: Baby, if you don't cooperate, you prolong ALL our suffering.
[MYSTERY]: 👍
Even the Huntrix girls are looped in. Because for one reason or another, they're actually all friends now and Mira even hangs out with Jinu. Not that it bothers Abby or anything.
[ABBY]: Jinu and I will be busy tonight. DND. no one text or call, even if the building's on fire.
[RUMI]: BUSY BUSY? 👀 pls use protection
[MIRA]: TMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[ZOEY]: GOOD LUCK TELL ME EVERYTHING AFTER
By 6:30, Abby’s already rearranged half his room.
He pulls the blanket off his bed and builds a cozy little nest on the floor, sets up his laptop and projector, lays out dinner on a breakfast tray, and lights two of Romance’s scented candles. (He’ll replace them. Eventually. What's a Jo Malone anyway?)
He drops a mixing bowl in the kitchen on purpose to lure the Tiger outside. Baby and the Magpie watch the distraction play out from the living room with synchronised judgment written all over their faces.
“I don’t want to hear it,” Abby says, sweeping past them with a large bowl of tteokbokki and all the grace of a man on a mission.
“You will,” Baby calls after him. “In your conscience.”
Abby flips him off over his shoulder.
Abby checks his hair in the mirror. Twice. He wears one of the tightest white shirts he owns, one that's soft enough to look casual, but still clings to his biceps in all the right ways.
Jinu knocks, exactly on time, hoodie sleeves rolled up and botles of soju on one hand.
“Hey,” Abby says, aiming for casual. “I downloaded the whole season already.”
Jinu smiles, stepping inside. “Perfect.”
They settle in side-by-side on the floor, legs brushing. Abby hits play and hands Jinu a pair of chopsticks to dig in.
It doesn't take long before he realises his mistake. Jinu makes a little noise of appreciation after the first bite, low and pleased, and Abby short circuits so violently he nearly inhales a rice cake.
"You okay?" Jinu asks, worried, shifting toward him. His hand lands on Abby’s back, rubbing lightly.
“Yeah,” Abby coughs. “Totally. Just. Spice level got me.”
He gulps soju and immediately regrets it. It doesn’t help.
Jinu nods, concerned. Touch lingers a beat too long.
The episode keeps playing. Abby hears none of it. He’s too busy watching Jinu out of the corner of his eye. The flicker of light against his cheekbone. The way his lips part slightly when he’s focused. The rise and fall of his chest under that goddamn hoodie.
Jinu shifts closer. Their knees touch. Their shoulders press.
And then Jinu reacts to something on-screen, body tensing. His hand drops without thought, resting on Abby’s thigh. He grips it once, reflexively, eyes still on the projector.
He’s instantly, painfully aware of how thin these shorts are. How very not-hiding-anything they are. The heat pooling low. The fact that Jinu is still focused on the screen like his hand isn't burning a brand on Abby's skin.
He must’ve missed a beat in the show, because Jinu turns to him, confused.
“Oh—hang on,” Jinu says, voice quiet, like they’re still in the hush of the theatre scene playing out onscreen.
His fingers brush Abby’s chin. Thumb swipes gently at the corner of his mouth.
Abby's body is already tense with pent-up desire, his mind foggy with need. So when Jinu's thumb lingers at the corner of his mouth, Abby's lips part instinctively. He takes Jinu's thumb into his mouth, his lips closing around it, his tongue flicking against the pad, tasting the saltiness of Jinu's skin.
Jinu freezes, his eyes widening in surprise. Then, a flicker of lust darkens his gaze. He doesn't pull his thumb away. Instead, he presses it deeper into Abby's mouth, a slow, deliberate movement that sends a jolt of heat straight to Abby's cock.
Abby’s breath catches. He was going to apologise. Had the words ready. Sorry, I didn’t mean…
But Jinu presses his thumb down against his tongue. Not rough, not forceful, just firm. Intentional.
Abby freezes for half a second, brain white-noise static. He feels a rush of saliva in his mouth. He hesitates only for a moment, before he hollows out his cheeks and sucks, his head beginning to bob as he takes Jinu's thumb in and out of his mouth.
A soft groan escapes Jinu's lips, a breathless exhale that sends a wave of heat crashing through Abby. His cock throbs, trapped uncomfortably in his shorts, and he shifts slightly, thighs clenching as he feels a bead of pre-cum leak from his tip.
There’s no saving face now. He’s rock-hard, and Jinu has to notice. But he can’t stop because this is more than he’s been allowed in forever, and if Jinu is offering, he’s definitely taking.
Abby's eyes flutter shut as he moans around Jinu's thumb, his body aching with need. When he opens them again, Jinu is watching him intently, mouth parted, cheeks flushed, hunger raw and unhidden in his gaze.
He opens them a beat later to find Jinu watching him. Mouth parted. Cheeks flushed. Something wild and wanting in his gaze.
"Abby," Jinu says, his voice hoarse with lust. He pulls his thumb from Abby's mouth with a wet pop and reaches down to cup Abby through his shorts. His palm presses against Abby's hard cock, rubbing firmly as his fingers trace the outline of his shaft.
Abby gasps at the contact, his hips jerking slightly to press against Jinu's hand. "Please," he whispers, barely able to get the word out.
Jinu groans quietly and finally presses their lips together. Abby gasps as he tastes Jinu for the first time. Their tongues dance together, teasing and exploring each other's mouths.
Abby grips Jinu's hoodie in fists, pulling him closer as he runs his hands up the smooth planes of Jinu's back and down to his ass, squeezing the firm flesh beneath the denim of his jeans. Jinu moves and settles over Abby’s lap, straddling him. He grips Abby’s waist and grinds their clothed cocks together, creating a delicious friction that sends sparks of pleasure through Abby's body.
"I want you," Jinu pants between kisses down Abby's jawline to his neck. He licks and nibbles lightly at the skin there, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Abby's system.
Abby moans softly, arching into the touch. "God, fucking finally." His voice is rough with need. "Please."
Their fingers cling desperately to each other’s clothes as they hurriedly undress; buttons fly off shirts while belts loosen and pants slide down legs effortlessly discarded on the floor around them.
Jinu's lips travel down Abby's chest, latching onto his nipples, licking and sucking each sensitive nub in turn, making Abby's entire body hum with desire.
He groans when he feels Abby's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. "I’ve dreamt about burying my face in here for centuries," he whispers, his breath hot against Abby's flesh.
Abby moans in response, arching into the touch as Jinu's hands each grab a handful of Abby’s chest, kneading it roughly, as if he can't get enough of the soft mound in his palm.
Straightening up, Jinu takes his cock in hand, rubbing the leaking tip over Abby's nipple, smearing the precum across the sensitive bud. He strokes himself slowly, his head tilted back slightly, eyes closed as if lost in the sensation. Abby watches, entranced, his own cock throbbing and erect. He reaches down to grasp himself, desperate for some relief from the ache building within him.
Jinu looks down at him and uses his free hand to Abby’s hair, giving it a gentle tug. "Who gave you permission to touch yourself?" he growls, his voice low and commanding. Abby's hand stills, his breath hitching in anticipation.
“Get on the bed, face down,” Jinu commands, shifting back to give Abby space to move.
He doesn’t need to be told twice, nearly tripping in his haste to bury his head in the sheets, ass up and legs spread. He's eager, impatient. He looks back over his shoulder, meeting Jinu's dark eyes, and spreads his ass cheeks with both hands, exposing his tight, pink hole. "Please," he begs, voice thick with desperation. ”
Jinu steps closer, admiring the view before his eyes zero in on Abby's throbbing cock hanging down and leaking onto the bed.
"God, you’re dripping," Jinu murmurs, his thumb swiping at the precum leaking down from Abby's tip. He brings his thumb to his mouth, sucking it clean, his eyes never leaving Abby's.
Abby whimpers at the sight, arching his back and spreading his cheeks wider. "Please," he begs again, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I need you."
Jinu drops to his knees behind Abby, his hands grasping Abby's cheeks firmly, thumb stroking slowly down Abby’s crack into his quivering pucker. When his finger slips right in without much resistance, Abby doesn’t have to look back to know he’s got one eyebrow raised.
"Already open for me, are you?"
“…I was really hoping we’d end up here,” he says, his hand already sneaking under the pillow by his head to retrieve a hidden bottle of lube. He’s shameless enough to admit he prepped, his hole still slick and stretched from the anal beads he had in him earlier, but he conveniently doesn’t tell Jinu how he carries strategic packets of lube with him everywhere so he’s always ready to jump when the moment presents itself.
Jinu just laughs, a low rumble in his throat. Leaning in, he extends his tongue, the warm, wet tip flicking against Abby's tight ballsack. He licks upward, his tongue flat and firm against the sensitive skin, until he reaches Abby's twitching hole. Abby gasps, his body jolting as Jinu's tongue circles his rim, the tip applying a gentle, teasing pressure.
Jinu takes his time, his broad hands gripping Abby’s ass cheeks and spreading them wide. He licks and sucks at Abby's asshole, his tongue darting in and out of the tight muscle, feeling it flutter and clench around him. Abby’s lost in the sensation, his cock pulsing and leaking thick beads of precum onto the sheets beneath him. He doesn’t notice Jinu reaching forward until he feels a firm grip on his shaft, Jinu’s calloused hand stroking him from root to tip in time with his tongue fucking.
“Fuck,” Abby whimpers through gritted teeth, the haze of pleasure coursing through him like electric jolts. His cock is so hard it hurts, the veins standing out starkly as it throbs in Jinu's grasp.
He digs his fingers deep into sheets to anchor himself as his pleasure rolls through him, making his legs shake uncontrollably.
But Jinu is relentless. He withdraws his tongue and replaces it with two thick, lubed up fingers, slowly pushing past the tight ring of muscle. He scissors them apart gently stretching Abby's hole as he thrusts them in and out with a squelching sound.
Abby cries out wordlessly, his hips jerking forward, seeking more friction, more intrusion. A third finger goes in him but it's not enough. He bucks his hips wildly against the intrusion begging for release. "More," he pleads shamelessly dragging out the word like a mantra.
Then something cold shocks him as Jinu pours a generous amount of lube over his hole leaving it glistening, slick trickling down into crack of ass towards waiting balls that are drawn tight against body.
Jinu slicks his own cock thoroughly and positions his cock at his entrance, teasingly rubbing the head against his hole. He pushes in slowly until the head is engulfed, before pulling back out.
"Jinu," he whines, protesting at sudden emptiness. "Please... I can’t wait any longer."
"Sorry, you just look so good when you’re begging,” Jinu murmurs, a small smile playing at his lips. "I could get used to this."
"Fuck," Abby gasps, gripping the sheets as Jinu finally pushes into Abby’s tight heat. He takes his time, filling him up slowly so he feels every single inch. "Jinu—"
Abby shivers violently under him, biting his lower lip to keep from crying out as he feels Jinu start moving inside him slowly at first then with increasing intensity as if trying figure him out. He gives up trying to control anything anymore letting himself be guided by Jinu's rhythm and force even when it becomes too much for him. The pleasure builds and crashes over him in waves leaving him breathless and lightheaded every time they collide.
"Yes," he pants, thrusting harder. "That's it, sweetheart. Take it."
Abby gasps and moans, arching his back into each thrust. He can feel his orgasm building, but he doesn't want it to end this way. "Don't stop."
Jinu reaches down, pinching a nipple roughly as he pulls out almost entirely then thrusts back in again, hitting Abby's prostate with a force that makes him cry out. "I won't," Jinu promises harshly before diving back in again, hand pinching and pulling his nipple.
"I love how you take my cock." His hips slam into Abby's ass punctuating each word with force. "So greedy . So fucking hot."
Shivering from the praise, Abby feels himself losing control. "I'm so close," he manages through gritted teeth.
"Not yet," Jinu commands, punctuating the word with a hard slap to Abby's ass. He withdraws almost entirely, the tip of his cock barely kissing Abby's entrance before he plunges back in, filling Abby completely. Abby bites his lip to suppress a scream as Jinu slams into his prostate again.
Jinu grasps Abby's hair, tugging his head back sharply. "You’ll be a good boy and wait to come until I say so, right?" he demands, his voice hoarse with lust.
"Please," Abby begs again, arching into the next thrust. His cock throbs, desperate for release. "I need... I can't...""
“Alright, because you begged so nicely,” Jinu says, circling his hips against Abby’s before resuming his pounding pace. “You can come.”
With that, Abby's cock erupts, shooting ropes of come onto his chest and the sheets below, his body convulsing with each wave of pleasure. His ass clenches around Jinu's cock as his orgasm rips through him, intensifying the sensation of Jinu fucking him through his climax.
With a final, brutal thrust, Jinu comes hard, his cock pulsating deep inside Abby, filling him with heat. He stays buried in Abby for a few heartbeats before slowly pulling out, his come dripping from Abby's gaping hole, trickling down his balls and onto his twitching cock.
Jinu pushes Abby over to his side, kissing him softly on the lips and cradling him close as they catch their breath together, panting heavily against each other’s skin, hearts still racing wildly against their chests.
Abby nuzzles against Jinu’s chest with a satisfied sigh, body still tingling with aftershocks of pleasure. "We need to do that again. Soon,” he whispers, looking at Jinu with a blissful expression on his face.
Jinu laughs, wiping the sweat from Abby’s brow. "Sorry, I really kept you waiting, huh?”
"I’d wait for you forever," he admitted quietly, running his fingers through Jinu's sweat damp hair. “Now that I know what that feels like, I might actually just lose my mind if you make me wait that long for next time.”
Jinu huffs out a soft laugh and throws the blanket over them, curling in until their foreheads rest together. “I just… didn’t want to rush you,” he murmurs. His thumb strokes lightly over Abby’s cheek. “After everything, I didn’t want to mess this up.”
Abby’s heart flips so hard it hurts. “Jinu,” he says, exasperated and soft all at once. “I’ve been trying to seduce you for months. I’ve worn short shorts, fell asleep on you, strategically come out of the shower when I knew you’d see—”
Jinu bursts into laughter, shoulders shaking. Jinu presses a slow kiss to his lips, sweet and reverent. “I love you,” he whispers against Abby’s mouth.
Abby kisses him back with a grin. “Love you too. But if you don’t rail me again within the hour, I’m going to step outside and everyone and their tiger’s going to know you’re a quick lay.”
Jinu laughs again and peppers kisses over Abby's forehead.
"Whatever you say."