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They've hung out quite a lot since their first studio meeting after Kingdom finished, have fucked around together a few more times too, so it doesn't come as a surprise when this topic inevitably comes up in conversation.
02:43 | bobert hyung: so ik u are into hair pulling and a lil choking and stuff but is there anything else?
02:43 | bobert hyung: like what rly gets ur rocks off
Jisung almost throws his phone across the room when he reads the message. He is with some of the boys, and even though they know about his little escapades, he thinks his face would quite literally melt like wax if they actually saw his spicy texts– and it really would not take much for one of them to glance over his shoulder and that'd be it.
There are a few things Jisung isn't sure he's comfortable bringing up right just yet, but there's one particular thing in the back of his mind he has been imagining a lot lately. Mentioning it now would be a little embarrassing, but even the thought makes fire dance in his stomach. He glances around as inconspicuously as possible.
He'd never know if it was something Bobby would even consider if he didn't try.
02:45 | jisung: actually there's one thing...
02:45 | bobert hyung: oh?
02:46 | jisung: you remember that episode of ikon tv where you dressed up as a girl for those acting scenes?
As soon as he sends the messages, he feels a bit of shame serge through him, but he continues.
02:46 | jisung: you were so hot like that
He watches Bobby open the message, heart pounding. He watches those little reply bubbles pop up and disappear, mind racing with how Bobby will react. Of course he knows this isn't anything to actually be ashamed of– he's definitely not one to think clothes are or should be gendered, either – and he knows by now that Bobby isn't the judging type, but he still feels nervous for some reason.
He lets out a strained noise when the response comes through.
02:51 | bobert hyung: is that something ur into?
02:51 | bobert hyung: guys crossdressing?
He can't quite read if it's a negative or curious reaction. Curse his inability to read tone through text sometimes.
02:53 | jisung: ....
02:53 | jisung: would it be weird if it was?
Jisung watches the read receipt pop up, lip worried between his teeth. He could throw up.
02:55 | bobert hyung: i mean i could be down
02:55 | bobert hyung: to dress up for u i mean
02:55 | bobert hyung: ive never done that for someone before so
02:56 | jisung: not even exaggerating but i think i would die
It takes a few minutes before Bobby responds, and Jisung can't believe how easy that was. His fingers are still trembling, but he has work to do so he shakes it off.
03:00 | bobert hyung: would you want something similar? or something different
03:01 | jisung: honestly anything youd be willing to do would be ok
03:01 | jisung: surprise me
★☆★
They’d talked a bit more after that even though Jisung was busy for nearly the entire week, but they’d agreed on meeting at a specific hotel in a few days. Bobby told him to not let his expectations be too high, but Jisung was honestly just happy that he was willing to indulge in him.
He’d gotten one of the managers he trusted to take him to the hotel and drop him off, promising he’d keep his location on and text them later. They rarely ended up being able to stay the night anyway with how both of their schedules were. He’d been doing this for months now, he figured at this point they’d know that whoever he was meeting wasn’t going to kidnap him or something.
With nervous jitters, Jisung checks in at the front lobby and makes his way up to the floor their room is on. It’s not the prettiest place in the world, but it does just fine for what they use it for.
He immediately turns the temperature down when he gets in the room, knowing it’ll get hot in there later. And not to mention, he is already starting to get anxiety sweats. He’d hate to look like a mess before Bobby even showed up.
Even though they’ve been seeing each other for a little while, Jisung still has a bit of trouble understanding how he got so lucky, how he manages to keep someone like Bobby’s attention. Not that he isn’t confident in his looks or whatever, but it still feels a little unreal. Like it’s some elaborate dream.
He loses track of time, just thinking.
When a knock at the door finally appears, Jisung nearly jumps out of his fucking skin. He’d been sitting on the edge of the bed, legs fidgeting in anticipation as he listened to the hum of the hotel air conditioner, for a little while now, and a part of him worried that maybe he’d been stood up or something. But Bobby was here now, and he really was about to get to indulge in one of his biggest fantasies.
Cracking his neck, Jisung gets up to open the door. He starts to greet the other, but what he sees knocks the breath out of him.
Bobby is already in the outfit.
Bobby is dressed head to toe in an outfit similar to the one Jisung had seen him wear on the show, a light blue skirt and flowy white blouse. He has sparkly dangling earrings, flats, and a neatly styled and incredibly convincing wig to top it off. With the mask and purse, he is nearly unrecognizable, but it quickly dawns on Jisung that Bobby came all the way here like this. Went in public and walked into a hotel like this. For him.
“Oh my fucking god,” Jisung says, mouth agape as Bobby’s eyes crinkle into a smile.
When he walks in, Jisung gives him a very obvious look over, and when Bobby takes his mask off and lays it down, Jisung’s heart skips a beat. He doesn't have much makeup on, just subtle eyeliner and blush dusted across his cheeks, and what appears to be a thin transparent gloss on his lips. He looks so good, Jisung can hardly stand it.
“So,” Bobby shifts, nervous, “what do you think?”
Stepping closer, Jisung pushes a strand of hair away from Bobby’s face and smiles, “Hyung, you really look beautiful. Like, seriously beautiful.”
Now, Jisung has seen Bobby’s face flushed before, but he’s not sure if it has ever been from embarrassment. It suits him, he thinks.
“You really like it?” Bobby asks, tongue darting out to lick his shiny lips.
He seems uncharacteristically shy, but Jisung supposes it’s just because he isn’t used to seeing this side of Bobby in person, is used to seeing him on screen, and even though he has had his awkward moments there, they pale in comparison to now.
Jisung grins, wide and toothy and bright. “I think I’m already hard, if that says anything," he laughs, pressing his palm against his crotch to accentuate his point, and it seems to help take Bobby’s edge off because he softens then, and laughs too.
Bobby timidly lets Jisung kiss him, but ends up kissing back even harder. Jisung backs him against the hotel dresser and Bobby sits on it easily, spreading his legs for Jisung to fit between.
It feels a little weird to the older boy for this kind of thing to even be happening, he’d never even imagined he would be doing something like this. It wasn’t really something he’d had a lot of interest in. Of course he’s seen femboy porn and has even found drag queens sexy before, but it never struck him as something he’d be so willing to try. But then again, he did consider himself an experimentalist. And fuck, with the way Jisung is reacting, he’s glad he agreed to this.
Pulling back, Jisung grabs both of Bobby’s thighs and squeezes them, feeling the firm muscle under his fingertips. “I can’t believe you came all the way here like this. Who brought you?”
“I got a cab,” Bobby admits, blowing a strand of hair away from his face. Jisung looks like he’s ready to eat him alive, and Bobby kind of wishes he would go ahead and do it. He thinks he may be feeling even needier than Jisung for once.
Jisung imagines Bobby calling for a taxi, having to give the driver directions and be in the car with them in this outfit. He can only imagine how flustered he must have been.
"I can't get over how good you look. Did you get turned on from having strangers see you like this? Knowing they can’t have you and that you’re all mine for the night?" Jisung moves them to the bed, letting Bobby get situated against the pillows before climbing over top of him.
He looks so pretty laid out like this, almost dainty despite his sharp features. The contrast is so interesting to look at and it perfectly scratches all the right spots in Jisung's lust addled brain.
Bobby shivers at Jisung’s tone, at his words, at the way he so gently lays him back and attaches his lips to his neck. He feels like he could vibrate out of his skin, whether it be from nerves or excitement, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps a bit of both.
“Yours, huh?” Bobby digs his fingers into Jisung’s tiny waist. He will never get over how small it is.
“You heard me,” Jisung hisses, grinding his hips down against Bobby’s lap, watching the material of his skirt ride up under him at the movement.
He wants to hook Bobby’s legs around him and fuck into him with all his strength, he wants to move the skirt away and ride him into oblivion, he wants Bobby to pick him up and throw him around and let him call him noona... He wants to do so many things he’s sure he won’t be able to get to tonight, but hopes he’ll get to try them eventually.
Flipping the edge of the skirt up has Jisung gasping, cheeks turning the brightest shade of pink Bobby thinks he has ever seen on him other than after the first time they kissed. Beneath him is Bobby’s cock straining and poking out from a pair of black cotton panties, cute and sweet with a little matching black bow at the hem. Jisung is rubbing his thumb against where Bobby’s tip is before he can even say anything and moving down to where his balls are falling out from the sides.
“You are fucking insane, you know that?” Jisung smirks, and Bobby sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, knees closing together out of instinct.
He does feel awkward with how closely Jisung is paying attention to him, especially in this attire, but it’s also making him feel so hazy with arousal. It feels good to be appreciated in a way that he’s never been before.
“It’s what you wanted,” Bobby smacks at Jisung’s chest weakly, fighting every urge inside of him to cover his face, “and you can’t tell me to surprise you and not expect me to go all out, dude.”
Jisung kisses him, deep and slow, and reaches down to pull Bobby’s length out from the side of his panties. He pumps him in a tight fist while their tongues swirl together, swallowing every huff and sigh that comes from his mouth. When he eventually pulls back, Bobby looks like he’s starting to fall apart at the seams. It’s a sight Jisung wishes he will be able to see more often after this– Bobby deserves to be taken care of just as much as he likes to take care of others.
“You’re so pretty.”
Bobby’s breath hitches.
Pretty.
Bobby loves to be called pretty. He even prefers that over being called handsome or sexy. The compliment has him feeling more desperate than he has all night, so he pulls Jisung back into a kiss by the back of the head and crashes their lips together.
“Keep calling me pretty,” Bobby whispers. He doesn’t want to sound like he’s begging, but at this point, fuck it. If he has to beg to hear Jisung call him pretty one more time, so be it. It sounds so good coming from his ridiculously endearing mouth.
Jisung can’t help but to chuckle. Pretty, huh?
He’s glad Bobby is actually enjoying himself and not just for Jisung’s benefit, is glad he’s found something that really affects him. He’d be damned if he didn’t use it to his advantage.
“Flip over then, pretty.”
Taken aback, Bobby obliges. It feels strange since he's usually the one in the most control, but he doesn't mind as much as he thought he would. Something about Jisung tonight feels life changing to him, like maybe it’s unlocked some secret department in Bobby’s brain.
Jisung lifts the skirt and smooths his hands over Bobby’s ass, cups his small cheeks in both hands and watches the scrimpy underwear get pulled between them. Testing, he presses a thumb against his hole through the fabric, and listens to Bobby make a surprised noise. He doesn’t pull away, but it’s obvious this is something he isn’t used to.
“Incredible,” Jisung says, pulling the panties aside to expose Bobby’s hole. He feels privileged somehow to be able to see him like this, remembers Bobby saying he’s never done this for anyone before. “So pretty, and all for me.”
“Sorry,” Bobby mutters, looking back over his shoulder, “feels kind of weird being so, ya’ know, vulnerable.” He sounds so small, and it does nothing but turn Jisung on even more to have this much power over someone he’s looked up to for so long, someone so quote-unquote manly.
“It’s okay, hyung.” Jisung smiles reassuringly, “If this isn’t comfortable for you, we can stop.” As much as he loves the site of Bobby squirming, he really wants his comfort to be his top priority.
Bobby shakes his head, taking a pillow and shoving it under his head. He wants to experience this, he’s so aroused already and they haven’t even really done anything, and it’s making him realize that maybe there’s some things he’s never allowed himself to feel that he’s actually really into. If Jisung can help him understand that, then he wants it.
“I’m good, for real. Keep going,” Bobby says, shoving his face into the pillow, not caring that his makeup will most likely smudge on it.
“Okay,” Jisung hums and after a few seconds, presses against his bare hole this time, gently massaging his thumb back and forth against it.
Bobby groans, ever shy, but finds himself pressing back against the feather light pressure. Jisung’s stomach burns hot.
“Stop me if it’s too much,” Jisung prefaces, making sure to take Bobby’s limits into account. He leans down and slowly drags his tongue flat against his opening, drawing quite the squeak from him.
Bobby didn’t even know he could make a sound like that, but Jisung’s tongue is warm and wet and pressing against him in a way that is making him feel delirious. He’s never done this either, but he definitely has wondered how it would feel when he’s been doing it to others. It’s a little strange though, but every lick goes straight to where his dick is hanging beneath him, throbbing and begging for attention. Maybe it’s the foreign feeling turning him on so much, or maybe it’s the fact that it’s cute little Jisung.
Jisung continues the assault with his tongue for a bit, self indulgent, while stroking up and down Bobby’s balls from behind. When he feels Bobby’s knees shaking, he pulls back and wipes at his mouth.
"Can you fuck me?" Jisung asks, grabbing at Bobby’s hips to pull him up, back flush against Jisung’s chest. He sticks a hand down the front of Bobby’s blouse to rub at his nipples, causing his breath to catch once again.
Bobby doesn’t expect to hear that question. A part of him was already mentally preparing himself to be bottoming with Jisung for the first time. Every time he thinks he has Jisung’s sex style pinned down, he surprises him with something else– he knows he has confidence, knows he knows what he wants and how to get it, but the dominating aura is something new.
“I was kind of hoping you’d ask,” Bobby laughs, feeling some of his jitters dissipate. “I’m not gonna lie, I was nervous about thinking you’d want to top.”
Jisung smiles at him and quickly shucks his pants and underwear off in one go, crawling back up the bed and plopping down onto his back. “I mean, I would like to one day, but it’s not something you ever have to do if you aren’t into it.” He spreads his legs and grabs hold of himself.
Watching Jisung stick two lubed fingers inside of himself, Bobby stands up to kick his shoes off and discard the panties, “I might want to try at some point, but yeah, I don’t know about just yet.”
“Aw, you took them off,” Jisung pouts, eyebrows pulled together as he stretches himself out.
He is thankful Bobby is comfortable enough to tell him when he’s uncomfortable with something. It feels nice to be trusted like that.
“Well, you want me to be able to wear them again one day, yeah? I don’t wanna ruin them,” Bobby teases, scooting up between Jisung’s legs and rolling a condom on. It’s amazing to him how quickly Jisung went from directing them to moaning from his own fingers and pouting at him.
Wear them again? Jisung, once again, thinks he has hit the jackpot.
“Here–” Bobby swats at Jisung’s hand and replaces his fingers with his own, shoving them in with the excess lube that has dripped down against his perineum, crooking them to make Jisung moan. “You ready?”
Grabbing onto the sleeve of Bobby’s shirt, Jisung pleas, “Yeah, please.”
He’s been thinking about this since the day he brought it up, even before then too, and as he rakes his eyes up and down the boy in front of him, he resigns to the fact that he probably won’t last very long. Bobby has to hold his skirt up with one hand as he pushes into him, and Jisung think’s he will be lucky to not come immediately from the image alone.
Bobby fucks into him naturally by now, cants his hips and drives into him in all the perfect ways he knows gets Jisung off the easiest. Jisung curses and whines and moans, and Bobby thinks everything about him is sexy. Even when he’s adorable, he’s sexy.
He takes cock like he was made for it, throws his head back and lets Bobby mouth at his neck because he knows just how much Bobby loves the little heart his adam’s apple makes.
For such an unlikely pair, they fit together perfectly.
Jisung threads their fingers together, panting, “Come on, pretty boy, I’m close.” It definitely hasn’t been that long, but with how wound up he is and how amazing Bobby looks, wig starting to frizz and knot, and shirt disheveled, Jisung can feel the familiar warmth of impending orgasm creeping up on him quickly.
At the pet name, Bobby’s hips stutter. He continues his strong pace, burying his face into the crook of Jisung’s shoulder to brace himself. He feels sensitive, like he’s about to unravel, and is stunned by how quickly he himself has gotten close to the edge.
Jisung swallows him with every thrust, hot and tight and greedy, until he can’t hold back any longer. With a groan, Jisung strokes himself through an orgasm that hits him like a freight train. Hand sticky, he grabs onto Bobby’s shoulder and stops him in his tracks, breathing heavily as he sits up and pushes him back against the bed.
“Come on my face,” Jisung begs, tugging the condom off and dropping it onto the floor. He definitely shouldn’t have since the hotel is carpeted, but it’s something he’ll worry about later. He just wants Bobby in his mouth, wants to feel him on his tongue and finish him off.
“Shit–"
As Jisung slides his lips over the head of his cock, Bobby releases a husky noise, hand immediately falling to the back of his head to grab at his freshly dyed hair. He hadn’t mentioned it before, but he really thinks the blonde suits him, and it still feels silky smooth between his fingers despite any damage.
Bobbing and sucking and twisting at what he can’t comfortably fit in his mouth, Jisung works at Bobby until he’s pulling him off with a shaky hiss.
“On your face?”
“Please.”
Jisung sticks his tongue out, pressing the tip against it, and stares into Bobby’s eyes through his lashes. When Bobby comes, it gets not only on his awaiting tongue, but on his nose, cheeks, and even dangerously close to his eye. He’d laugh, but all he can imagine is how he must look right now, come dripping down his face.
“This suits you.” Bobby smirks, sitting up to admire the masterpiece he’d made. Jisung looks like a porn star, tongue darting out to lick at the corners of his lips, wiping cum up onto his fingers and sticking them in his mouth.
He is a menace. An adorable, sexy menace.
“And this suits you,” Jisung gestures widely to the entirety of Bobby, chest heaving but with his signature smile.
Clean up is always easy with them, always full of lighthearted banter and teasing as they examine the damage they’ve done to one another. Seeing the aftermath just makes him even more thankful he’d found someone he could try these kinds of things out with.
Bobby really was both a blessing and a curse in the best way possible.
Pulling his wig off and throwing it haphazardly on the bed, Bobby sighs and scratches wildly at his scalp, hair sticking up at odd angles all over his head. He looks ridiculous, but Jisung feels fond.
“Dude, you have no idea how fucking itchy that thing is. You’re lucky you’re so cute.” He’s not actually annoyed, but it’s kind of funny in hindsight that he was willing to deal with it just to satisfy some kink Jisung has.
“Did you bring any clothes to change into? I’d hate for you to go back home with wig hair and ruined clothes.” Jisung wishes he would have thought to bring a bag of stuff, but he didn’t know Bobby would show up like this. Figured he’d bring the clothes and change in the bathroom or something.
Unzipping the purse from earlier, Bobby pulls out a thin tank top and pair of shorts, “It was just big enough to bring these and be able to shove this stuff back into. I made sure to try it before I came. I wanted to make the experience feel authentic.”
“You’re so sweet, but now you’re gonna have to carry this very loud yellow purse back home.” Jisung laughs. He can’t believe Bobby had thought of every little detail except this.
“Fuck it, I’m a man with a purse now.”
Jisung shakes his head. “Dork.”
As much as they wish they could spend the rest of the night together, Jisung has schedules early in the morning and it’s already past midnight. They agree to leave the hotel at different times, just in case by some chance they are recognized. Jisung texts his manager and lets Bobby head down first.
“You know, next time, we will have to do something you wanna do.” Jisung quips just as Bobby is about to leave.
“You’re opening up a lot of dangerous doors, Jisung.” Bobby leaves with a grin.