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Part-time job is the worst part of Jeongin’s life. Not only does he have a full-time job on the weekdays that requires him to work from 8 to 5, he also needs to work part-time on Saturday from 2 to 10 in order to send more money to his irresponsible, full-of-debts parents and make a good life for himself. He is so glad that his side income as a customer service officer only needs him to do outbound calls for those who make an appointment, so he only stays in one place and talks on the phone for the whole day. But still, it drains a lot of mental energy, especially after he went through five days in another job, so he still feels all parts of his body breaking into pieces when he gets home.
Luckily he has his housemate who also turns out to be his boyfriend for two years now, waiting for him at home.
Han Jisung, a year older than Jeongin, but almost 10cm shorter. Unlike the younger, Jisung only has one full-time job on the weekdays, so he will always wait for his boyfriend on Saturday so they can have their off day together. While Jeongin has a fox-like feature with his sharp look, the other is more on the soft side with his charming chubby cheeks and doe-like eyes. But surprisingly, their dynamics doesn’t really work like how they look.
Jeongin worships Jisung like his lifeline, and Jisung has never felt more special. As if his body is a piece of art and his boyfriend would kiss every single part of the ground he walks on. Jisung loves to be pampered, to be treated like a goddess, to be given what he deserves and he takes it like an award, while Jeongin loves to make his boyfriend feel good, he loves to worship his boyfriend and give what he deserves. So, although Jisung is the bottom in the relationship, Jeongin’s obsession towards him gives him the upper hand.
So, imagine the way Jeongin’s tiredness vanishes into thin air when he comes home and sees Jisung on the couch, wearing a pair of boxers underneath a checkered red sheer shirt that covers almost nothing. The boyfriend is lying sideways, supporting his head with his right arm and watching the sitcom playing on the TV. He only peeks at his boyfriend over the shoulder when he hears the door click shut.
“Welcome home, baby” he says, purposely sounding sleepy and half-whiny for who knows what as he gets up from his position. Still, it works on the obsessive freak like his boyfriend because he smiles right away at the innocently seductive sound while he walks closer to share a soft kiss on the lips. Jisung hums at the familiar taste.
“Why are you wearing so pretty when I’m not home, hm? Did you bring someone over?” the younger one teases, knowing so well it will never be the case. Jisung gasps, feeling jokingly offended as he stands up and follows Jeongin towards the dining area.
“Rude much? I’m being a good boyfriend; wearing like this to welcome you home after a dying shift and that’s how you respond?” He complains, and again, making his action so purposeful when he puts his arms akimbo on his tiny waist to highlight his figure underneath his shirt. Jeongin watches him (his body) with so much fondness in his eyes, but a sinful smirk on his lips.
“Where are your skirts?” he asks, calmly putting down his bag at the dining chair like Jisung has no effect on him. The boyfriend rolls his eyes with so much attitude.
“Not comfortable enough to wear to sleep. Who cares about them? I still look pretty like this, no?”
Jisung loves dolling up and being pretty, wearing skirts and dresses even in public. Ever since Jeongin knew about it, he literally drools over the sight every single time and loves the idea so much. Although the older guy has no problem being confident in female outfits, seeing his own boyfriend worship his beauty in such a way makes him so proud of himself too. Jeongin really became the reason for Jisung's confidence.
“You always do, pretty. You look hot” Jeongin admits fondly, as per usual, before taking off his shirt with one swift move.
Jisung blushes, holds a whimper and drools from leaking out of his mouth at the sight of his boyfriend’s body. Irregardless of how many times they have seen each other naked, Jeongin will always look…appetizing. He has amazing shape thanks to all the hard work at the gym, not too thin and not too bulky, and you can see all the lines tracing around the muscles. They both know Jisung has a bigger build than Jeongin, but that really doesn’t affect their dynamics. Jisung might have thicker muscles and tattoos on his chest and the side of his torso, but he will always be Jeongin’s princess.
Now, here is the thing, as much as Jeongin loves to please and worship Jisung, he loves to tease him, too. He would love to give the world to his hyung, but he also wants to see a little begging, a little plea, the desperation that can turn on any plug and any man. And those naughty acts; wearing such an outfit and showing off his figure underneath that sheer fabric, Jeongin knows that everything is on purpose. It works, not surprisingly, because he already has his cock half hard just by the view. So, he plays along, making sure the boners throbbing together for both of them.
“Mind to put this in the laundry basket, pretty? Thank you” he tosses his shirt casually towards his boyfriend, and that is enough to make something kick in his boxer. Jisung holds the dark blue tshirt with his both hands, it is still warm from Jeongin’s whole day presence in it, and the lust in his head wins over his sanity. He wastes no time pressing the fabric on his face, and takes a disgustingly strong sniff. Oh fuck, the musky smell gets Jisung drown in desire at once.
Jisung loves Jeongin’s natural scent. Or maybe he is a freak, just like his boyfriend, but he will always find himself grabbing his boyfriend’s laundry; let it be a shirt, a pants, or even his boxers, and inhaling it like an oxygen specially customised for him. He has a musky, slightly wood-like scent that smells masculine and soft at the same time, it will surely lure people to him and be drunk in his presence. Jisung can’t get enough. His dick is aching for more now and sniffing the fabric is not enough.
This is not fair, at least for Jisung, because he wears like that to sexually rile his boyfriend up but the latter knows better on which button to push to make him unbutton his own shirt. Jeongin smirks victoriously at the shameless sight, seeing Jisung drunk in his own world, savoring the shirt with his smelling sense and even with his tongue, licks it while imagining his boyfriend’s nipple stuck within his parted lips.
“I’m gonna go shower. Go to sleep first, if you want. I’ll join you in a minute” Jeongin speaks up, a bit louder to snap Jisung out of whatever headspace he was flying to, and the latter lifts his head up, pupils too dilated and eyes too hazy to process the thought for a solid five seconds.
Sleep? They both know sleeping is the last thing they want to do that night.
“No” Jisung rejects, then lets his lust take over as he walks closer and pulls Jeongin into a kiss without a second thought, making the boyfriend chuckle between the crashing lips.
The older guy wraps his arms around the younger's neck while the younger pulls him closer by hugging his waist, and their lips are moving in perfect harmony. They most likely don't notice how their instincts move them from the living room towards their room, probably out of muscle memory, and Jeongin twists the knob without breaking the kiss. They get sloppier with tongue and teeth involved while trying to catch a breath at any chance they get. They only leave each other's lips once the door is closed and Jisung is already on the bed with Jeongin on top of him. They are panting, eyes locking on each other before Jisung watches as Jeongin changes his position. The younger is on his knees with the older lying down obediently between them, before he leans down to connect their lips into a messy kiss again, tasting every single part of their mouths desperately like they can’t get enough. Jisung’s hands find their way to put the shirt aside to tangle his fingers in Jeongin’s soft locks, and when they detach, there is a disgusting string of saliva stretched between their lips. Their eyes are not focusing as much anymore, looking at each other as if their minds can speak for itself.
“How was your work?” suddenly Jisung asks, sounding so wrecked and raspy but there is a hint of teasing in the intonation. Jeongin snickers, he knows very well what that is supposed to mean. His boyfriend wants to be put into the right place, he wants to be in a headspace that silent his thoughts. Jisung wants to be choked.
“Seems like your head is not in the right place, pretty?” Jeongin states the obvious, eyeing every feature on Jisung face like he wants to lick every single part of his skin. Jisung grabs his shirt by the hem, lifts it up to reveal his skin even more as if he can read his boyfriend’s mind.
“Hmm… I think so. Guess I need some help” he requests, so delicately sinful. He loves breath play, and he loves the aftermath so much. It makes him know that both of them are on the right track, trusting each other in such a risky situation, and the numbness and hazy feeling afterwards make him go pliant. It makes his brain quiet, he can barely think. He will end up wanting Jeongin, and wanting more.
Jeongin watches him displaying himself shamelessly, then without further conversation, he leans forward to hug his waist and attaches their lips again. As they try to dominate one another in the kiss, finding a way to suck one another’s tongue like a lollipop, Jisung barely realizes that Jeongin’s right hand finds his way to his neck while his left is wrapping his waist, keeping him still.
Jisung widens his eyes in surprise, body tenses when he realizes that he can't breathe and he can’t move. His dick twitches excitedly. Jisung begins to hold on as long as he can, both hands are grabbing the youngest’s wrist but has zero attempt to pull it off. He has no idea how science works but being unable to breathe makes the urge to come feel closer and closer every second passes. Beads of precum are already wetting his shorts from the tension and tears forming at the corner of his eyes. He instinctively tries to breathe, opening his mouth to get a hint of oxygen while his body is tensing. His eyes watch as Jeongin observes him like a predator eyeing its prey.
"Pretty. So pretty" the youngest mutters under his breath so fondly, and he drops his spit inside Jisung's open mouth. Jisung rolls his eyes to the back, the action is so filthy he can come right there and then. He can't feel some part of his body already, his face is getting red, his fingers are curling, and his tears are on the verge of falling, but right when he almost taps the hand twice, Jeongin lets him go first. He gasps sharply to get the air he has been craving a few seconds ago, his mind goes numb due to lack of oxygen and he moans right away when the other chases his lips, sharing the breath he has with him. Jeongin dominates the kiss easily, while Jisung lets his mouth go slack and lets the other do whatever he wants.
Filthy. Jisung loves it. Jisung wants more.
Their lips finally detach, and the older one unconsciously lifts his head up to chase the kiss again but the younger one is faster to feast on the art that lays upon him as he continues to kiss every single part of Jisung's body like he has been dreaming to do it for ages.
"You're so pretty, hyung" — jawline.
"Fuck, I’m so lucky," — neck.
"I’ll do anything you want, ‘kay?," — collarbone.
"I’m yours," — chest tattoo underneath the shirt.
"I’m all yours," — nipple. Jisung gasps, grabbing the bedsheet.
"And I’ll" — abdomen.
"be a good pup" — belly button.
"for you" — happy trail.
"let me fuck you, please" — damp cock head underneath the shorts.
Jisung yelps, he almost jerks his hips up impatiently. He doesn't even realise when he closes his eyes but when he opens them, he sees the view where Jeongin is sniffing and licking on his shorts like he is hungry, hands kneading his inner thighs at the same time. Oh my god, that is disgusting. It turns Jisung on even worse, if that is even possible, as he grinds along to increase the friction.
“Freak. Just fuck me already” he sounds fucked up, even to himself, and he doesn’t need to say it twice when Jeongin already move away from his touch to unbuckle his jeans and takes it off along with his shorts, revealing his package within seconds. Jisung moans at the view. He loves Jeongin’s cock, how it is a bit longer than the average and thick, makes him want to fit all of it in his mouth. He has big cheeks, so his boyfriend can mouthfuck him to the side, to the throat, to his whole mouth like a fleshlight. That thought is sending a signal straight to his cock. He loves that idea, but now he doesn’t want to do as much and let Jeongin worship him as he pleases. But he is getting desperate, and he hisses when the younger takes off his boxer and the cold breeze hits his bare cock.
Jeongin tosses the boxer and grabs the lube at the side table that is almost finished by now, warming it up between his fingers. Jisung doesn’t think twice to spread his leg, lifting his knees for a better view of his hole, and he grabs Jeongin’s shirt that he tossed a while ago to breathe in it as he waits. Jeongin chuckles, amused.
“So eager” he comments, causing a blush on his face.
“Shut up and be quick” he commands, spreading even further out of desperation.
Jeongin teases him first, grazing his finger around Jisung’s rim and the latter squirms in excitement. The tease stays only for a solid ten seconds before he inserts his middle finger, twisting it and pushing it one joint after another and in every inch deeper, Jisung’s breath gets heavier and he gasps, shutting his eyes. He relaxes in no time, melting into the familiar feeling right away when his boyfriend prepares him open. He breathes softly at first, before he finds himself almost moaning when Jeongin inserts the second and the third fingers simultaneously, opening him up with three fingers twisting and thrusting.
“Oh, fuck… oh my god, fuck, babe, deeper” Jisung whispers as he begins to move, hoping that the fingers brush even further inside his guts. Jeongin obeys, he lets his fingers deep and beckon his fingers fast, squelch from Jisung’s wet hole and the lube take over the silence in the room and Jisung moans a repetitive ‘ah’ until he has to bite the shirt to stop himself from getting louder. He fails miserably when he feels something cold; Jeongin’s tongue by his entrance, making him moan louder and he throws his head back by the sudden pleasure.
Jeongin makes a filthy slurping sound and moans, one after another as he eats his boyfriend's ass like it is his last meal. Jisung swears another minute in the act and he can come untouched, and he doesn’t want that, so he uses every single sanity left in him to stop the heavenly pleasure.
“Babe— ah, ah, please, want you inside, fuck me now, I’m ready” he moans, and although Jeongin is drunk from eating him, he promises himself to always be a good boy for Jisung so he slowly stops, lifting up his spit-covered swollen lips and takes out his fingers. The older guy keens at the empty feelings, now he wants to be filled more than anything else and he wants it fast. His half-lidded eyes see Jeongin slick his cock with the wet on his fingers, and as if he knows what he is being watched, Jeongin looks back at his boyfriend with a mischievous smirk on his face. His dimples look adorable on a normal day, but that is definitely not the case now.
“Stop teasing me already. I thought you were a good boy?” Jisung whines, throwing the shirt away and fully opening his arms to welcome his boyfriend. It brings Jeongin to the edge because he really wants to be good, so he melts instantly, wasting no time attaching their bodies together and goes for another sloppy kiss. As they savor one another’s mouth, Jeongin’s muscle memory finds his way to align his dick to Jisung’s hole, and he puts the tip in. Jisung gasps in his mouth, the stretch is painfully addictive, he will never get used to it. He forgets how to move his body and just takes everything Jeongin gives him.
“Hnggh— fuck, fuck, ‘s so big-” Jisung moaning sweet nothing, hugging Jeongin’s neck for his dear life as his boyfriend slowly fixes their position while sucking a fresh hickey under his jawline. Instead of going in little by little, Jeongin enjoys pushing in slightly, before taking it out almost completely, and thrusting again, a little deeper than previous, then he repeats. So, every single thrust, Jisung can feel him being further and further inside his guts, and his moan gets louder and louder. He whimpers, scratching Jeongin’s bare back when his boyfriend is fully inside, he can feel Jeongin’s testicles bumping his rim.
“mmph-full, so full, oh my god– Jeong- hnghh” Jisung keens, forgets coherency by now, drunk in the heaven high of ecstasy that he doesn’t care to speak properly. His boyfriend begins to thrust, and their attached body gives friction to Jisung’s cock that is trapped between their bellies. Jisung makes the sound like he is crying, the pleasure is a bit too overwhelming and he almost cries. He digs his nails deeper on Jeongin’s shoulder, it will surely leave wounds by tomorrow.
The ecstasy gets them wilder than animal, Jeongin begins to chase his high; faster and deeper, it hits Jisung’s prostate dead-on and he literally wails whenever it hits the same spot. Jeongin hugs him by the waist, his hands grabbing a handful of Jisung’s sheer shirt to hold himself together while his mouth is busy leaving purple marks on Jisung’s neck and collarbone. Both of them are so close, they can feel it in the way they both shiver, the thrust is now fast in off-tempo but none of them are too sane to care.
“Feel so good, oh my god, pretty— I’ll breed you good, ‘kay? Let me cum in you” Jeongin pleads between his groans and moans while he nibbles on his boyfriend’s earlobe. Jisung whines, trying to get his mind into the right state before he replies
“Hold it, babe” he demands. It takes a solid three seconds before Jeongin lifts his head to look at Jisung with his eyes conveying disbelief, and the thrust slows down, making the receiving end moan at the loss.
“What?” Jeongin asks for a repeat, and from his voice, Jisung knows he gets misunderstood that he isn’t allowed to cum inside his boyfriend, so Jisung rephrases his words in no time.
“I want you to hold it as long as you can. You think you can do that?” he asks, sounds so fondly but the words are so filthy, lust takes over Jeongin’s mind once again as he gasps.
“Fuck– oh my god, yes. Yes, pretty, yes. I’ll be good I promise” Jeongin agrees, reaching Jisung’s lips into a disgustingly spit-filled kiss as he begins to thrust fast and deep again. They both moan inside each other’s mouth, and since they are already so close, the thrust is getting inhumanely faster and off-tempo again, like animal mating. Jeongin looks away first, burying his face on the crook of Jisung’s neck as he sinfully repeats ‘ah, ah, ah’, getting a pitch higher one after another. Jisung takes that chance to leave love bites on Jeongin’s neck and shoulder, sucking it to make sure until they will turn purple by tomorrow. It’s getting stronger, too overwhelming, and Jisung snaps his eyes open when he hears a sobbing sound, coming from Jeongin. The latter lifts his head, sniffling as his tears are already staining his cheeks.
“Pretty, I want— please, please, I– ahh, so good, please—” he can’t speak anymore between his sobs, too close to come but he doesn’t want to because he wants to be a good boy.
Jisung can explode in his orgasm right there and then, he has never gotten any harder until he sees the sight of his boyfriend crying. He will combust. That is so fucking hot and he never thought he has a thing for tears. Not until now. The sexual tension is too high, he will never live normally again from that moment onwards.
“Holy fuck— oh my god, fuck yes, breed me, babe. Show me I’m yours” Jisung allows, since he is also too close to the edge by now. Jeongin leans and bites his boyfriend’s jaw as he comes, the ejaculation goes so strong that Jisung wails while he comes on his shirt shortly after with tears falling on the side of his face as well. The younger guy keeps on thrusting to chase their high, until they both wince at the overstimulation, so he slows down and finally takes out his now-soft cock from Jisung’s anal. Jisung can feel the cum oozing out of his gapped hole, and the visual in his head might lead him into another boner. Jeongin uses his last drops of energy to roll to the side. They both blank staring at the ceiling as they breath heavily, slowly coming down from the high and collecting their leftover sanity again.
“Oh my god… Hyung, I think I saw heaven” Jeongin confesses lightly, making Jisung burst out laughing right away. They finally turn to look at each other and the tear stain on Jeongin’s face makes the older guy chuckle.
“What a baby. Why were you crying?” he reaches out to wipe the stain, and the realization blushes Jeongin, but he smiles like he just won an award.
“Who cares? I was a good pup, so it’s worth it” he announces, snuggling closer to his boyfriend like a pet. Jisung giggles as he lets the younger guy lay on his arm, burying his face on his sweaty armpit like that is his home. He is not the only freak after all, both of them love to sniff one another like a pair of dogs.
“You are. My obedient little foxy” Jisung admits, caressing his boyfriend’s hair simultaneously. They get a bit too comfortable in that position for a short while, before the older guy speaks up again.
“Now clean me up, good boy. I don’t wanna sleep in a sticky shirt and sticky ass” he commands like a boss. Jeongin doesn't even flinch at the words.
“You’ve sucked all my energy, pretty. Just go to sleep” he mumbles, almost falls into his dreamland but then he hears a stern
“No”
“Hyung…I’m tired” he whines, trying to sound cute to win his boyfriend over.
“No, you’re not,” Jisung replies shamelessly. He knows he will always get what he wants, so he enjoys being a brat once in a while. When he hears Jeongin groans, he knows he only needs to say the magic words.
“Who’s my good boy?” He asks, sounds adorably sweet, it makes Jeongin giggles right away. Jisung laughs too, and when his boyfriend finally gets up, they share another kiss on the lips once again as the younger one says
“I’ll get the shower ready”
Jisung wins in life for having Jeongin as his boyfriend, a person who can stand his princess behavior, and even worship it.
So, if they have another round later in the bathroom, well…, blame Jisung for making Jeongin want to be good.