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Sunghoon will take the blame, but he won’t be left out.
This is what he thinks when he’s manhandling Jay into his room, mentally thanking himself for clearing out his suitcases from the spacious floor and leaving a path for him to direct their bodies towards his bed with ease.
Jay puts up no fight despite his spluttering confusion. Not that there’s time for that anyways because Sunghoon has already sat down on the edge of his bed, jostling Jay around until he’s standing in between his legs.
“Spread them.” He never uses a commanding tone with Jay, but his voice still comes out rough and low, enough for the older’s eyes to widen slightly.
He doesn’t seem to know what he’s talking about either, so Sunghoon takes matters into his own hands, a swift grip from both the palms of his hands attaching themselves to the back of Jay’s thighs and spreading them apart until the limbs are circling his own thigh.
Their shorts are riding up, and gold skin is embracing his thicker pale thigh. It’s awfully reminiscent of the sight Sunghoon caught just a few hours earlier—Jay’s muffled mewls while he was biting and clutching his comforter, moving his hips back and forth on a white pillow, too distracted by the pleasure to even notice surprised yet darkly hungry eyes watching the scene unfold through his cracked door.
It’s Sunghoon’s fault, he knows. Each time Jay makes an absentminded decision to sit on his lap, thighs on top of his, butt on his crotch, back pressed against his chest, Sunghoon relishes in the feeling that Jay always chooses him.
And then he finds that his body will move on its own, his mind distant, preoccupied with the chaos of their members, but alert enough to know that using his own legs to spread Jay apart or snug in between feels just right, movement so instinctive yet quietly territorial.
He knows it’s been affecting Jay. Can feel his body so lax against him, a calm weight that differs entirely from the rapid beating of his heart. Sunghoon loses count of beats per minute when he covertly presses two fingers against the artery of Jay’s wrist.
There’s a silent satisfaction in making Jay squirm, his attempts at being unbothered by the press of fingers on his pulse or the ticklish maneuvering of his limbs are cute. Sunghoon wants to tease him about it sometimes, but then he’d face the disappointing loss of Jay’s weight not being on him.
He’ll face Jay’s wrath, which is just him being adorably prickly and avoidant before he’s back to normal, just…not spontaneously looking for Sunghoon’s lap. Worse, he might find someone else’s lap, like maybe Jake or Sunoo, and he can’t have that happen.
He doesn’t remember when or how, but at some point the action started becoming less accidental and more purposeful. His mind always lingering on the fact that Jay is easy to jostle around, never minding the small control over his body and instead leaning into the touch.
Sunghoon has to act normal about it in front of the cameras. Laugh it off and let Jay sit on him. Inside, his mind reels, and he can’t even fathom how he hasn’t noticed it all before. How easily Jay fits against him, how his smaller size is folded like the missing puzzle piece against Sunghoon’s bigger frame, and how Jay lets it all happen.
It kept him up at night. Several times, embarrassingly enough. This night will be different because Jay used a pillow, and Sunghoon just won’t accept that. He won’t be left out of Jay’s desire to get off on something between his thighs when Sunghoon is right there, perfectly free with readily available muscles far more exhilarating than the rumpled white cushion from their dorm’s couch.
“I know what you did with your pillow,” Sunghoon says. It comes out awkwardly ominous, but Jay seems to know what he’s implying when he squeaks and tries to jerk away from Sunghoon’s hands around his hips, nervous fingers shoving at his shoulders to widen the distance between them.
“It’s okay,” Sunghoon stills him. Jay averts his eyes, humiliated. “It’s okay to get yourself off, healthy even. What’s not okay is that you chose one of the lame dorm pillows instead of me.”
“You were teasing too much,” Jay bristles, but he doesn’t step away and Sunghoon takes this as a good sign. “I sit on your lap because I trust you, and then you—you just—”
“You can still trust me,” Sunghoon murmurs, bringing Jay closer by the loops of his shorts before mouthing along the expanse of his collarbones. “I’m here. And I want you to use me. Can you do that for me?”
His plump lips leave splotches of saliva and shine on the dips of his bones, still glossy from their earlier photoshoot where Sunghoon couldn’t take his eyes off of Jay’s exposed legs. The pretty sight of his fellow member on his knees, smooth tanned lines bent and showing off just how much smaller his thighs were compared to Sunghoon’s. A mere magazine photoshoot nearly unworthy of such a breathtaking scene.
“Is this why you forced me to stay with you while the members are away?” Jay asks, trembling fingers pausing their push in favor of tangling around the fabric of Sunghoon’s shirt. His hips twitch, like he’s still hesitating, doubting that this was actually happening. “So you can confront me like this?”
“I didn’t force you,” Sunghoon chuckles lightly, memorizing the small, pitchy noise that escapes from Jay’s lips when he nips particularly hard at the flesh of his neck.
He did, just slightly. Jay-ah and I wanted to check out another restaurant, he had said to the members, ignoring the over-the-top confusion on Jay’s face in the corner. But you guys go ahead! And they did. Left the two behind in the dorms, unaware that Sunghoon just needed to relieve the mental boner in his head that’s been getting bigger and bigger.
And it was laughable, really. Also so, so sweet. The transition from confusion to concern on Jay’s face. The soft is everything okay? that emitted from his lips, a worried sound as if he thought that Sunghoon needed to express his troubles to him in private, vent about one of the many obstacles in their idol life or something.
That’s for another time. Sunghoon will seek his comfort without needing to say anything, and Jay will be the warm presence that helps ease his disarrayed mind.
This time, his only trouble is this: Jay teased him back. Maybe not purposely, not for his eyes to see in the door gap when he rocked against a wet pillow, arched deliciously only for Sunghoon to catch, but enough for him to lie to their group mates about their whereabouts just to get him alone.
“Right,” Jay huffed, disbelieving, eyes lidded as glossy lips trailed open-mouthed kisses along his jawline. “I thought something was wrong. I didn’t know that you—that you saw…that. I-I’m—”
“You should have asked me.” Sunghoon ignores the way he sounds breathy and whiny.
“I don’t ask anything from you.”
“Then take, Jay-yah,” Sunghoon whispers, looking up at him, the most sincere and desperate he’s ever looked at someone with. “Just take.”
He can feel Jay’s shaking legs around him, has been feeling it since he started kissing against his soft skin, touches so far left field of what they know from each other. It’s new, but it’s addicting nonetheless.
Sunghoon grips the back of Jay’s thighs again and moves them downwards, his familiar weight so receptive to the force and plopping onto one of his milky thighs, encouraging languid rocking movements. Jay’s breath hitches, and his hips stutter against him from the sudden press of clothed half-hardness on the plushy flesh.
“Come on, it’s okay,” Sunghoon urges, aroused beyond belief by the enticing sight of honey skin in front of him. Charmed by how Jay is at this moment, cutely curled into himself with noticeably smaller thighs so round against his larger peachy one. “Use me. I’ve got you.”
Sunghoon leaves encouraging pecks on the tiny moles scattered against Jay’s face and neck, pale hands clasping around his thin waist to control the slow pace of rubbing, savoring the effect it has when he hears Jay’s panting increase.
“Okay,” Jay mumbles timidly, eyebrows knitted as he starts to take more control in his movements, rutting experimentally, and latching onto Sunghoon’s shoulders. “Okay.”
He puts more force into it, like he’s finally realizing that Sunghoon’s coaxing fingers on his waist and the small sloppy kisses on his collarbones mean that he won't be pushing him off anytime soon. Sunghoon can only goad him from here onward, a fuzzy headspace emerging like shared cells between them.
“Faster,” Sunghoon purrs, a sultry sound brushing against Jay’s ear. He goes on. “You’re so quick to sit on my lap. To hump that damn pillow with your door open. Need to see you like that again. With me right now.”
“F-fuck,” Jay whimpers, stirred by his hushed words. Sunghoon feels delirious at the hardened cock print that thrusts down and harder on him, a challenge accepted despite flushed cheeks and inexperienced hips.
“Yeah,” Sunghoon breathes out needily, cock hardening as his hands descend and pale pink fingertips push up incoordinately, hiding under Jay’s shorts until they bunch up the material to expose more honey-toned skin. “Just like that, baby, so good.”
The pet name and the lingering praise must have done something. A good thing. Jay’s eyes widen slightly, and his breathing picks up a faint mewl, and his hips jerk unsteadily. And then he’s focused again, gripping frantically onto Sunghoon’s shoulders so he can grind more steadily.
Sunghoon is enthralled, eyes never straying away from the beautiful sight of his longtime best friend getting off on him, pudgy skin embracing both sides of his thigh in a warm hug, rocking back and forth in shy yet quick motions, a chafe so heated and painful and addicting that it leaves him to hope, to pray that he’s left with bruises solely from the pretty muscles of Jay’s thighs.
Jay is engrossed in his claim to pleasure, and doesn't realize that Sunghoon is watching him like a hawk, entranced because Jay just looks so…obscenely perfect. His hair is washed, the lack of gel from earlier clear from the strands, leaving Jay’s splayed ends to stick on the forming sweat of his forehead and obscuring his darkly hazed eyes. He can’t look away from the creases of his sharp eyebrows or the bite of his bottom lip, where whiny, frustrated sounds pour out from concentrating so hard on using Sunghoon’s body for his own gratification.
Jay’s body, it’s beautiful—plush and soft. Fits just as beautifully against him as when he randomly sits on Sunghoon’s lap in front of everyone. He’s seen Jay’s proportions, inevitable in their line of work where fashion reaches the top of the list of comeback changes and concert frenzy. He’s just never seen them move like this, in the privately dim space of his squared room, reaching an end solely from flexed muscles underneath him.
Watching Jay like this—Sunghoon thinks it’s his own version of satisfying himself. A different but welcoming feeling he’s unfamiliar with. Like he’s been let in on the privy of a secret that was always right in front of him when it came to seeking sexual relief, only this isn’t entirely sexual, not one hundred percent, because with Jay, everything comes to be more intimate than anticipated.
Sunghoon feels his own hard-on being brushed against by the motions, pulsating and making him shudder from the tease, but the physicality differs from the impure thoughts spinning in his mind when he watches Jay, like it's a sort of mental hard-on on its own that can only be relieved if they lock eyes, that is if Sunghoon has the capability to not look away for more than five seconds.
In any other case, Jay would always be facing away. Sunghoon would only indulge himself in the sea of his back, the curve of his spine, and the tiny hairs scattering off his scalp and onto his neck, a nearly triangular shape where it reaches down to a small waist and wider hips. Having Jay face forward and freely, Sunghoon’s eyes darken and his stomach twists unnaturally pleasantly, adoring the new view and loving that he’s the only one who’s seeing it.
“Mhgm,” Jay grinds down slowly and hard. “It—It feels so good, Hoonie.”
Jay looks up at him, mouth parted with saliva and eyes lacking their usual intensity when they’re brimming with tears. They flicker down just for a moment, and Sunghoon feels himself involuntarily rut upward, the praising words of his thoughts dispersing and becoming unintelligible because the very idea of Jay wanting to kiss him affects him just as much as the pleasure he’s chasing.
“I know,” Sunghoon rasps out pathetically, “I know, kitten. Come here.”
In the heat of the moment, truly in the heat of the past few years, Sunghoon surges forward, kisses Jay with a bruising force. He nearly misses the mark when his lips aim off center, but Jay’s cute open-mouthed gasp is enough for him to deepen the kiss and swallow him whole.
He loses himself in it, undeterred by the tiny trembling around him and the awkward angle of kissing and rubbing. His mind is fogged up by the pitchy groans muffled into his mouth, the heart lips that feel so soft and pliant, and the teetering thighs around his own. It’s all so unbearably blissful, Sunghoon can only cradle Jay into his arms and tilt his head vehemently for more.
He kisses too hard, too addicted to the prying of wet lips, and Jay almost slips from his hold when he’s nearly pushed backwards. It gives Sunghoon an excuse to lie back, bringing the older down with him and eating up the surprised mewl in his mouth. His bulge is rock hard, but he ignores it in favor of keeping their lips attached and rubbing up into the small thigh between him just to hear the needy moan when Jay’s cock twitches at the action.
His bigger hands take control, deliberately moving Jay’s body to his own desired pace. And Jay lets him, always lets him have his way, just like the many times Sunghoon has moved him around, guiding him into the position he wants without a second thought.
They don’t stop kissing even when the need for air becomes painful. It’s messy, the sort of making out that Sunghoon knows is two people who’ve been too caught up in their careers to fully practice and indulge in. It doesn’t matter, though. Not when it’s them, Sunghoon and Jay, who’ve been next to each other in every new course that life takes them, even in this clumsy lock of lips.
Jay pulls back, staring down at Sunghoon with devastatingly warm eyes, never too far as they combine their irregular breathing. Sunghoon lifts his head up slightly, maintains the rarity of eye contact with his equally craving ones, and coaxes out the touch of their tongues. Drops of saliva mesh together through sets of erotic noises before he surges up again and pries Jay’s mouth open to tangle their tongues together.
With his thigh still lodged in between Jay’s own and the incandescent devouring of tongues and soft lips, Sunghoon can feel the tension rise, can tell that Jay feels the same way by the feel of silky liquid coolness seeping onto him from the covered bulge. Jay is close, Sunghoon thinks. And he wants to be the one to see it through.
“You’ve been doing so, so good,” Sunghoon praises, out of breath, taking in the pretty preening of his best friend above him, who makes debauchery look attractive. “Take what you need, baby. Wanna see you cum.”
Jay listens well, squeezes his feline eyes shut as he intertwines their fingers together and moves back and forth, seeking the bliss that’s just right around the corner of the carnal magnetism they’ve found themselves in.
“I’m close,” Jay whines, teary-eyed. “Please, please, Hoonie, I’m close.”
Wetness pools on their shorts and creates a shiny slick on the sides of their thighs. Jay is cherry red when he realizes that it’s his precum, his feverish arousal from just a section of muscle and skin, but he doesn’t stop for even a second, uses Sunghoon to the fullest, rutting faster and faster.
“That’s it, pretty baby,” Sunghoon encourages, feeling his body dipping into the mattress as he helps Jay pick up a forceful speed. “You’re doing amazing. I’ve got you.”
Jay laps at his neck, crying a soft noise as he grazes his teeth into the juncture of his neck. It’s so hot, Sunghoon can’t help but groan a weak sound as he’s being used just the way he wanted. He looks to the side, lets Jay have at his skin, and finds a sinful sight.
Only just now realizing that his freestanding mirror is reflecting the angle of their bodies on his bed, Sunghoon watches, enraptured by the desperation between them; Jay’s smaller frame arches into him, and his rear end jiggles mesmerizingly, shorts disheveled and bunching up on his golden upper thighs. Sunghoon is a mess himself, eyes dazed and cheeks tinged pink, losing his naturally composed nature in favor of grinding up against Jay to meet his motions.
They look perfect together, just as so when Jay sits on him, when he’s next to him, and when he breathes near him. So much so that Sunghoon is surprised. Surprised when Jay’s agape mouth matches his own and they’re both succumbing to the pleasure, cumming at a pathetically obscene amount, clothed cocks twitching through the fabric and leaving complementing patches of wetness.
Jay mutely whines in his ear, slumps his body onto him, and goes lax. Their breathing is labored, chests moving uncoordinated against each other, shorts sticky and gross. It’s uncomfortable, but there are no regrets. Sunghoon knows this because he recovers from the hazy aftermath, soothes down the exhausted body above him, and feels a sense of glee when Jay nuzzles into his touch.
It’s quiet for a moment, and then—
“Fuck,” Jay says, voice muffled into Sunghoon’s shirt. “What the hell did we just do?”
Their harmonized giggles can’t alleviate the tiredness of their bodies, but it diminishes the awkward tension of having just gotten off on each other like begging virgins.
Sunghoon’s laughter dies down, and tilts Jay’s chin up to look at him. He looks absurdly serious when he says, “Don’t use the pillow anymore.”
Jay scoffs lightly. “I won’t,” he says. “The others will freak out if they realize what I did to it anyways.”
“It’s not that,” Sunghoon mumbles, shy. Jay looks down at him curiously.
“I like taking care of you,” he confesses, remembering how forwardly he’s said the words before in group lives or how obviously he’d shown it in their everyday life, but never once truly saying it directly, so sincerely, to his face. He liked taking care of Jay in any capacity, really, truly deluding himself into believing that he was the youngest member of their same-aged trio. Believing that Jay is the one who needs the attentiveness, the praise, and the support even when he never says it out loud. “Come to me from now on. Even when you just need to relieve yourself.”
“Don’t—don’t say it out loud like that,” Jay murmurs, bright red from the rare candor of his best friend and the last thing he’d spoken. “It feels awkward…but I appreciate it. And I’ll, uhm, come to you when I need to.”
“And you can still sit on my lap,” Sunghoon continues lamely. “Whenever you want.”
“We don’t need to bring that up,” Jay sighs, biting his lips when they try to curve into a pleased smile. “But I was going to anyway.”
Sunghoon laughs boisterously at the cuteness. Then, he looks at the clock on his nightstand. It’s still an early evening; their group mates are likely still on their second plate. A devilish lightbulb brightens in his brain, and an excited feeling sets in the pit of his stomach.
When Jay tries to sit up, his peacefulness is interrupted by Sunghoon’s embrace around his waist, where he flips them around, and the older makes a meek sound as he’s swiftly positioned underneath him, clothed body plunging down against the warm mattress. He tries and fails to act normal about the ease in which his body was just lifted and pressed down.
“Sunghoon, what—”
A soft gasp escapes his lips when his shorts are carefully shoved down along with his boxers, exposing his softened cock and the leakage of cum left on his tip. The fluffy comforter of Sunghoon’s bed feels foreign against his naked bottom. Jay’s face burns hot red.
He can’t fully register the new position when Sunghoon hastily shoves down his own shorts, and suddenly he’s engulfing him, gliding their cocks together, eliciting delighted moans from both members. The overstimulation is heavenly, painfully so.
Sunghoon grinds down on him, loving the sight of their bare cocks together. His is criminally big against Jay, the smoothed pink size deliciously larger than Jay’s average one. Just another perfect fit between them.
“They might be long,” Sunghoon insists, briefly thinking back to how easily distracted their members are on a good night off. He’s thoroughly entertained by the incredulous look on Jay’s face from the switch of position and the delirious contact of their rubbing cocks.
He grinds down again and it feels far more unrestrained than the one before. Jay breathes out a squeaky moan again, thrashing lightly before latching onto the front of Sunghoon’s shirt in an attempt to calm his spinning mind and the throb of his hardening cock.
“Let’s try our luck.”