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AN: Thank you guys for being so patient. It's been a long couple weeks, and I'm sure many are also feeling the stress of November 5th. I have so much rage in my body. I need to channel it into creative things so I don't implode. Please, find ways to channel your emotions in a healthy way. Journal, learn a new skill, read, volunteer in local organizations, participate in peaceful (safe) protests, or do something that sparks joy. Please, keep your heads held high. We will get through this shitstorm.
I'm gonna try to provide as much escapism as I can for you, so there are a lot of wholesome moments in this plus a lot of smut.
It took several days for reality to fully sink in.
Sangwoo still didn’t regret it, but the self-doubt slowly crept in. He’d spent his childhood being told that he was destined for hellfire, and the only way to prevent it was to pray and obey his parents and priests. He sat through services that condemned people for just being themselves. He was punished for shit that he had no control over. He was punished for smiling, for crying, for asking for help.
The entire concept of virginity equating to purity was something he had always disagreed with, but he had it practically drilled into his brain that sex was evil unless it was between a married husband and wife. He was taught that a person’s worth was based on whether they were a virgin before marriage. Even though he now knew that both things were not true, it was hard to reverse the sort of mental damage it did.
Sangwoo emotionally retreated slightly, wearing his indication bracelet to let Jaeyoung know that he wasn’t in a mental state to speak but still wanted to be around him.
Jaeyoung could practically see the emotional conflict going on inside of his head. He tried to support Sangwoo as much as possible, but he didn’t quite know how to handle it since he grew up without religion. He didn’t understand exactly what was happening but he did understand that Sangwoo couldn’t just erase years of trauma in an instant.
Hannah was the one who was able to relate to Sangwoo about it.
“I know what it’s like. My parents are religious, and I grew up going to Sunday School. The first time I kissed a girl, it solidified what I was feeling. I knew I wasn’t straight. When I came out to my parents, they didn’t want to talk to me for weeks. I’m lucky because they decided it wasn’t worth losing their oldest daughter over, and now my parents carry around pride flags at parades.”
“My parents are never going to do that,” Sangwoo said.
“I know,” Hannah nodded. “But I know the kind of feelings you’re feeling. That first time, when I kissed that girl, I thought my life was over. I thought I was going straight to hell. I felt so much guilt over who I am, but I realized I can’t try to fit myself into a box that wasn’t built for me. Are you happy with Jaeyoung?”
“Yes,” Sangwoo said. “I mean… I think. I don’t remember ever feeling like this before. The closest I can recall is when my guardian officially took me in. I haven’t felt like this though.”
Hannah smiled sorrowfully, relieved that Sangwoo found someone who brought fulfillment to his life but sad that he had been through so much that he couldn’t even recognize what true happiness felt like.
“We are who we are. We should enjoy life as much as we possibly can, regardless of what comes after. If there is a hell, I doubt loving someone would send us there. So, let’s just love them as much as we can,” she said.
“Every time I’ve enjoyed something, something happens to take it away. I don’t… I don’t know what I would do without him. I feel like I can’t breathe when I think about him not being in my life. It scares me to rely on someone so much.”
“Our partners can be a source of happiness but they can’t be our only source. I think what you two have is amazing. You push each other to do better but never force change. You respect each other and your boundaries. It’s important that you don’t form too much codependency,” Hannah said.
“That’s hard when you have no prior experience with human connection,” Sangwoo shrugged.
“I’m sorry,” Hannah sighed.
“Why? It’s not like you were the one that made that happen,” he said.
“I’m sorry that it happened to you and that you went through what you went through.”
“Don’t,” Sangwoo snapped. “I hate when people do that. I don’t want pity. I’m not a little kid.”
“I know you’re not,” she said calmly, understanding she had struck a nerve. “All I’m saying is that I’m glad you’re here, I’m happy that you’re in a healthy relationship, and I think you two are great for each other,” she said.
“You, uh, you and Yuna are good too,” Sangwoo gestured with his hand, not looking at her.
“Thank you,” she smiled. “Are you down for dinner with them tonight? Yuna’s been dying to try a new restaurant and I’m sure she’s trying to drag Jaeyoung too.”
“If Hyung goes, I’ll go,” Sangwoo nodded.
Of course, Yuna didn’t have to do much to get Jaeyoung to have a meal, so Sangwoo joined the outing. He didn’t eat much besides a bite or two after Jaeyoung kept waving a fork in his face. He sat as close to Jaeyoung as possible, letting the older man keep an arm around him.
Sangwoo looked less stressed than before, so the rest of the group assumed that whatever conversation he and Hannah had was productive. He did seem exhausted, likely mentally taxed after talking about emotional topics.
Jaeyoung pulled him close, making sure Sangwoo’s headphones were in place as the restaurant started becoming slightly more rowdy and loud.
Jaeyoung gently pinched one of his soft cheeks to get his attention. Sangwoo looked up at him questioningly.
“Tired?” Jaeyoung asked.
Sangwoo nodded.
“We can go home now if you want,” Jaeyoung stroked his hair.
“No, I’ll wait till you’re done,” Sangwoo said quietly, moving Jaeyoung’s arm down between them so he could wrap his arms around it to lean against the artist and rest. He was zoned out, watching the bartender across the room making drinks.
Jaeyoung kept an eye on him, making sure there were no signs of a subdrop. Sangwoo was completely lost in thought, and Jaeyoung could only hope it wasn’t too negative.
When he was done eating, Jaeyoung gently tapped Sangwoo to draw him out of his mind.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Mhmm,” Sangwoo nodded, threading his fingers between Jaeyoung’s as the artist led him through the clusters of people. He huddled against Jaeyoung the moment they stepped outside, feeling as though he’d just been hit by an ice-cold truck from the freezing wind.
Jaeyoung lifted his jacket to let Sangwoo underneath, covering as much of him as possible.
“Can you last the walk?” Jaeyoung asked, searching his pockets for the hand warmers he brought. He shook them to activate them, putting them in Sangwoo’s shaking hands.
“Yeah,” Sangwoo said quietly although there was a hint of uncertainty.
Halfway through the 10-minute walk, Sangwoo’s limbs started locking up. Jaeyoung took off his jacket and put it on Sangwoo before bending down to help him get on for a piggyback ride for the rest of the way.
“Thank you,” Sangwoo mumbled, placing a little kiss on Jaeyoung’s neck.
The taller man rubbed Sangwoo’s legs, trying to warm him up. Sangwoo was the most cold-sensitive person Jaeyoung had ever met. It wasn’t often that Sangwoo got hot like Jaeyoung, but even a slight chill had Sangwoo bundling up.
As soon as they got into the apartment, Jaeyoung was fetching blankets and heating pads.
“Why does this feel like the longest winter ever?” Sangwoo pouted.
“It started super early this year,” Jaeyoung sighed, pulling the blanket tighter around Sangwoo. “I think we should move to a place that’s warm year-round.”
“You like the cold though and you’d overheat,” Sangwoo shook his head, pressing his cheek to the soft fabric.
“I like the cold in moderation but not for this long. It’s way too hot in the summer and cold in the winter here,” Jaeyoung said as he plugged the pad into the wall. “Where would you move that has good year-round temperatures?”
“I used to think about San Diego in California in the USA because I’ve heard it’s pretty consistent temperatures but I think that’s off the list for a while,” Sangwoo said.
“Maybe we should just pull a bird move and change locations with the weather. You know, like, flying south for the winter?” Jaeyoung hugged him from behind, placing his chin on Sangwoo’s blanket-covered head and holding him for a moment.
“Hyung?” Sangwoo called.
“Hmm?”
“Thank you for taking care of me. I know it’s a lot sometimes,” he said.
Jaeyoung turned him around, cupping his cheeks. “There’s no one else I’d rather spend my time with. I love taking care of you. I wish you’d just let me spoil you. I want to give you the full princess treatment,” Jaeyoung said.
“You’re crazy,” Sangwoo snorted
“Why is it so crazy that I want to pamper you?”
“I don’t think I’m worth all that effort. It’s taking advantage of you.”
“Sit down,” Jaeyoung tutted, pointing to the couch. Sangwoo was slightly confused but did was Jaeyoung said.
He pushed Sangwoo until he was lying down and placed the heating pad on his abdomen before adjusting the blanket. He crouched next to Sangwoo and said, “You are worth everything and more. I like being a provider. I want you to have everything you’ve ever wanted because seeing you happy is the most gratifying thing ever.”
Sangwoo reached out, patting Jaeyoung’s head tenderly. “I really do love you, Hyung. I know… I know I don’t say it enough. You’re my favorite person.”
Jaeyoung practically squealed as he placed kisses all over Sangwoo’s cheeks.
“I love you so fucking much,” Jaeyoung cooed, overwhelmed by cuteness aggression. He laid down on Sangwoo, making sure he wasn’t crushing him. He knew the heating pad would make him too hot in a matter of minutes, so he enjoyed cuddling him as long as he could.
The next day, Jaeyoung heard a knock on the door and immediately knew that it wasn’t Sangwoo. The younger man had a distinct, rhythmic three-tap knock before using his key. It was just a way to let Jaeyoung know he was coming in because Sangwoo despised people who didn’t knock.
Jaeyoung looked through the peephole and ripped the door open.
“Mom!” he grinned, hugging her so tightly, he nearly knocked her over.
Both of Jaeyoung’s parents, as well as his grandparents, were physically affectionate people, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise that he developed such an appreciation for it. He was called a “Velcro baby” because he was constantly holding onto people as a child.
“Hi, sweetheart,” she hugged him back just as tightly.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I was passing by and realized I’ve never seen your apartment. Is it not a good time?”
“It’s a perfect time. Come in, come in,” he waved her in from the cold.
She took her shoes off at the front door and briefly wandered around, inspecting everything.
“Are you sure you live here?” she asked.
“Huh?”
“It’s clean . Your room always looks like a tornado came through,” she said.
“Ah, well, Sangwoo can’t stand messes. You should see his apartment though. You could eat off the floors if you needed to but he’d probably lose his mind. We found a good balance here where it doesn’t feel like a hospital for me or a pigsty for him,” Jaeyoung explained.
“You look great, honey,” she said.
“I feel great,” he nodded. “I’m really happy with where I’m at. I’m on my way to becoming the lead designer in the art department, I’m completely financially self-sufficient, and I have a partner I love. He drives me fucking insane sometimes but I wouldn’t change it.”
His mother grinned, reaching up to pat his cheek. “All I’ve ever hoped for is that you find happiness. I’m glad to see that you have.”
They sat down on the couch and talked for hours. His mom unloaded all of the drama in the other elite families, particularly everything she knew about a secret affair in which the husband and wife were both sleeping with the same mistress. Jaeyoung was so absorbed, he didn’t hear the knock on the door.
He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and saw Sangwoo freeze in the doorway like a deer in headlights as soon as he saw another person. Sangwoo backtracked so fast, he nearly tripped himself, hiding behind the wall.
Jaeyoung raced to grab him before he could put his shoes back on and run.
“Please, please come meet my mother,” Jaeyoung said.
“ Mother? Are you kidding me? I didn’t prepare for social interaction, Hyung!” he said shakily, visibly panicking.
“You don’t have to have a conversation, just come meet her,” he pleaded. “She’s absolutely not gonna judge you.”
Sangwoo took a deep breath to try and calm himself. He didn’t want to disappoint his boyfriend but he was completely terrified as he nodded and let Jaeyoung excitedly lead him into the living room.
“Mom, this is my boyfriend, Chu Sangwoo. Woo, this is my mom, Park Jia,” Jaeyoung said, grinning so hard, his cheeks hurt.
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” she smiled gently.
Sangwoo bowed his head, unconsciously squeezing Jaeyoung’s hand painfully tight. The artist pulled him to sit down next to him, putting an arm around him to try and give him a bit of comfort.
Sangwoo looked at him wide-eyed, tilting his head toward Jia.
“She’s fine with it,” Jaeyoung assured him, knowing Sangwoo was likely expecting to get yelled at for openly showing affection.
Sangwoo stayed quiet, fidgeting every once in a while. Jia could see how nervous he was and didn’t ask him direct questions, so he wasn’t forced to answer.
Realizing Jia wasn’t expecting him to hold a conversation put Sangwoo more at ease. He was listening to everything intently, learning more about Jaeyoung’s family. Jia started telling stories about Jaeyoung as a child, and Sangwoo found himself feeling almost relaxed as his boyfriend loudly complained about how embarrassing it was.
“Do you… want tea?” Sangwoo asked, shocking Jaeyoung with the fact he spoke.
“I would love some,” she nodded.
Sangwoo went to the kitchen but Jaeyoung realized he was waving him over.
“Can you ask her if she wants decaf?” he whispered.
Jaeyoung ruffled his hair, kissing his forehead because he knew Sangwoo had just used up the rest of his social battery after being at school all day solely to offer his mother a drink.
“Do you want caf or decaf?” Jaeyoung asked.
“Oh, decaf please.”
Sangwoo gave Jaeyoung a pitiful, awkward look.
“What’s wrong?” Jaeyoung asked.
“We don’t have any decaf…” Sangwoo said.
“There’s so much tea and coffee in this apartment and we don’t have any decaf?” Jaeyoung questioned, keeping his tone playful so Sangwoo knew he wasn’t upset.
“You barely drink tea, so it’s just the stuff that I drink,” Sangwoo whined, starting to panic again.
“It’s okay,” Jaeyoung hugged him. “Hey, Mom, we don’t have any decaf but we have a shit ton of Earl Grey. I don’t think we have a single drink in this place that doesn’t have caffeine in it besides water and juice.”
“Regular is fine then,” she nodded. “I thought you don’t drink caffeine though?”
“I rarely drink it but this one is a caffeine fiend,” Jaeyoung said, and Sangwoo turned bright red.
Sangwoo made a cup of tea and poured a glass of orange juice for Jaeyoung. He opened two packs of instant coffee for himself, making it impossible for Sangwoo to argue against the “caffeine menace” allegations.
Sangwoo pointed to the sugar, wanting Jaeyoung to ask if she wanted any.
“She doesn’t like sugar but she’ll have some milk,” Jaeyoung said, already knowing his mother’s preferences.
Sangwoo’s hands were shaking too badly to carry them, so Jaeyoung put them all on a plate and brought them to the coffee table.
“Thank you,” she said to Sangwoo.
The smaller boy tucked his legs underneath him, leaning against Jaeyoung while cradling his cup of energy fuel. Jaeyoung could tell he was trying to make it seem like he was calm, but he felt the tension in Sangwoo’s body.
Sangwoo was quiet for the rest of the time Jia was there. Jaeyoung was amazed (and a bit proud) that he hadn’t tried to retreat to the bedroom at any point.
Sangwoo waved goodbye to Jia as she left, feeling awkward for unintentionally staring at the warm embrace between her and Jaeyoung. He realized that it was one of, if not the first time he saw firsthand genuine affection from a parent.
“I’m so happy I finally got to meet you. I would love to get to know you. Please, feel free to come visit any time,” she said.
Sangwoo was trying to get the words “thank you” out of his mouth but he stumbled over it and instead gave a thumbs-up.
As soon as the door closed behind her, Sangwoo completely deflated, leaning against the wall for support.
Jaeyoung scooped him up, squeezing him and planting kisses all over him.
“Sorry,” Sangwoo said, latching his arms around Jaeyoung’s neck as the artist carried him to the couch.
“Why are you sorry?” Jaeyoung asked, sitting down and positioning him in his lap.
“I didn’t do well,” Sangwoo said, focusing all of his attention on forming words because his brain was still in a stressed state.
“I didn’t expect you to speak at all and you didn’t have any heads-up before walking into it. You did a great job, baby. My mom likes you. She told me when we were saying goodbye,” Jaeyoung stroked his hair.
“I said four words,” Sangwoo scowled.
“Yes but she saw how happy I am when you’re with me and how hard you were trying,” Jaeyoung said. “It was very sweet of you to offer to make her tea. My gracious host.”
Sangwoo tilted his head, pouting for more kisses that Jaeyoung immediately gave. He started moving his hands downwards and Jaeyoung lightly grabbed his wrist.
“Hey, I don’t know what kind of headspace you’re in right now. I feel like doing anything is gonna push you into a bad place,” Jaeyoung said, kissing his cheek.
After a moment, Sangwoo nodded, realizing Jaeyoung was right. It was almost a certainty that he’d get overstimulated. He hugged Jaeyoung tightly, being reminded that the artist always had his best interest in mind.
Jaeyoung’s workload increased significantly as the deadlines for projects rapidly started approaching.
The artist was stressed, having difficulty juggling different things. Sangwoo once again organized all of his tasks in lists that were clear, color-coordinated, and ordered by importance.
Sangwoo was also being negatively influenced by the winter weather, making him feel tired and drained all of the time. He struggled to build enough energy to even get out of bed, let alone go to class. His already messed up circadian rhythm was even more unbalanced, and his brief sleep was not restful unless he was near Jaeyoung.
Jaeyoung was also way more relaxed when Sangwoo was with him. It didn’t take long for them to work out the perfect solution.
Sangwoo would sit in Jaeyoung’s lap, straddling him and resting against the older man’s chest. He would sometimes fall asleep or at least have a moment to relax, hugging Jaeyoung and absorbing his body heat. The position allowed for Jaeyoung’s arms to be completely free, so he could draw on his tablet while Sangwoo rested.
Sangwoo wore fluffy, warm pajamas almost constantly when he wasn’t in public. Jaeyoung joked over and over that it really felt like there was a cat taking a nap on his chest.
Since the first time they had sex, they’d been experimenting. If Sangwoo had an orgasm during foreplay, he would be relaxed enough to take Jaeyoung all the way. Being on all fours had a slightly higher chance of causing a sensory overload, but it also was an intensely pleasurable position for both of them.
The best position was undoubtedly when Jaeyoung fucked him from behind and pressed him down flat against the mattress, pinning him with his weight. Not only did it play into Jaeyoung’s desire to control and Sangwoo’s desire to be controlled, but it was also the perfect full-body pressure therapy for Sangwoo.
The issue was that they could only do it when Sangwoo didn’t have school and Jaeyoung didn’t have to go to work the next day. It put Sangwoo so far in subspace, he was at a heightened risk for a subdrop, and Jaeyoung had to watch him closely.
Missionary was their go-to because they both liked being able to see each other’s faces and kiss easily. Jaeyoung also noticed that Sangwoo was more calm and in the present if there was music playing, which worked perfectly because Jaeyoung had the ultimate “sexy-time” playlist.
Jaeyoung had been extremely cautious with introducing new things but he finally got his answer to the question of if Sangwoo would be wanting sex as frequently as giving blowjobs. If Sangwoo had taken a shower, it was pretty much certain that they’d be messing around.
Sangwoo wouldn’t admit it, but he loved it when Jaeyoung manhandled him. Sangwoo liked it rough, just as rough as oral. He liked it when Jaeyoung pinned him down and took full control. He enjoyed the ache in his body every time, and it took a while for him to accept that he didn’t have to rationalize why he enjoyed it.
One thing that Sangwoo had been hinting at that they hadn’t tried yet was bondage. Jaeyoung was skilled with ropes, and although he felt it was something Sangwoo might like, the younger man’s sensory issues made things complicated.
Jaeyoung considered maybe starting with padded cuffs, but Sangwoo’s unsubtle hints were mostly rope-centered.
Jaeyoung searched online for a private workshop with an experienced rigger. He sent a message to the instructor about the specifics of their situation, and she responded quickly, assuring him that they were not the first couple with such requirements to seek her out.
He knew Sangwoo would probably not be comfortable doing anything in front of another person, but he wanted to give the option of getting an expert opinion first.
He didn’t expect Sangwoo to say yes, but Sangwoo was full of surprises, and they scheduled it for the end of the next week.
In the meantime, Jaeyoung was more than happy to indulge his partner however he wanted.
When Jaeyoung walked into his bedroom after a long day of work, Sangwoo was lounging on the bed. His shirt was lifted slightly, revealing just a little hint of his abs. His hair was slightly damp, letting Jaeyoung know that he had taken a shower. There was already a blush on his cheeks, which piqued Jaeyoung’s curiosity.
As soon as Jaeyoung was in his field of vision, Sangwoo put his phone down, and all of his attention was on the artist. For Jaeyoung, having Sangwoo focus entirely on him always made him giddy. Considering how Sangwoo’s mind was racing 24/7, it felt special to have his attention.
Jaeyoung got on the bed, taking Sangwoo’s textbook and moving it away so he could settle between Sangwoo’s legs. He stroked the smaller boy’s cheek for a second before leaning down and kissing him passionately.
Sangwoo was surprised by the intensity but matched it. He tugged at Jaeyoung’s shirt, wanting him to take it off. The artist was so aware of the no-touch zones, that he was able to avoid them easily as he stripped Sangwoo as well.
Jaeyoung immediately realized why Sangwoo was already flustered when he dipped his fingers between his cheeks and felt something hard. He paused, looking at his partner’s bashful expression.
“Chu Sangwoo, are you wearing a plug?” Jaeyoung asked.
Sangwoo nodded shyly, cheeks bright red.
“When did you get it?” Jaeyoung grinned, tapping the plug lightly and watching Sangwoo shiver.
“A-awhile ago,” Sangwoo said.
Jaeyoung held the flared end and slowly started to fuck him with it. Sangwoo’s jaw dropped slightly, brows furrowing as he gasped.
Jaeyoung sat up and pushed Sangwoo’s legs to his chest, exposing him entirely. Sangwoo squeaked, instinctively trying to close his legs but Jaeyoung held him firmly, taking advantage of Sangwoo’s extreme flexibility.
“Hyung,” Sangwoo whined, looking around as if someone would walk in.
“Door’s locked, baby,” Jaeyoung assured. “No one is getting into this apartment. Only I get to see you like this.”
Sangwoo’s breath hitched slightly, eyes widening for just a moment but Jaeyoung saw it.
“Oh? Like a bit of possessiveness, huh?”
“You already knew that,” Sangwoo pouted.
Jaeyoung smirked, leaning down to kiss him. Sangwoo tried to lower his legs again but Jaeyoung pushed them back to where he wanted them.
“Hold them like this,” he directed Sangwoo’s hands to hold the back of his knees.
Jaeyoung gripped the base of the plug, tilting it slightly as he started moving the toy again. He wasn’t sure if it was the plug giving Sangwoo so much pleasure or if it was the fact that Jaeyoung was using something on him.
“What’s your safeword?” Jaeyoung asked.
“Red.”
“And if you can’t talk?”
“Three taps or snaps,” Sangwoo bit his lip as Jaeyoung pulled the toy out just the slightest bit before pushing it in again.
“Good boy,” Jaeyoung grinned.
“Wh- fuck. Why do you ask every time?” Sangwoo questioned.
“Reinforcement. Also, consent and communication is sexy,” Jaeyoung winked, angling the plug up as he trailed a finger along the smaller boy’s cock.
Sangwoo bit the side of his hand, muffling himself and giving something to keep his mouth occupied to satisfy his oral fixation.
“Come here,” Jaeyoung grabbed his waist, manhandling him into the position he wanted. He put Sangwoo on his hands and knees so the younger man was sideways on the bed, facing Jaeyoung’s lap.
Sangwoo immediately leaned down, taking Jaeyoung’s dick in his mouth. The artist slid his hand down Sangwoo’s back to between his cheeks, playing with the plug again.
Jaeyoung held Sangwoo’s head down, letting him choke a few times before releasing him. Sangwoo coughed, taking a quick inhale before Jaeyoung repeated it.
The artist was hyperaware of anything related to breathplay. He knew how easy it was for things to go awry, and he never risked Sangwoo’s safety. Even the smallest indication that Sangwoo was having difficulties would make Jaeyoung stop everything.
Sangwoo was squirming slightly, the pleasure starting to build up.
“Cum,” Jaeyoung said, noticing the telltale signs of an impending orgasm from the way Sangwoo was kicking his feet.
Sangwoo obeyed, squeezing his thighs together as he came. He gripped Jaeyoung’s knee, shuddering through it until the artist released him.
Jaeyoung pushed him back into his previous position, admiring the sight as he slowly pulled out the plug. It was smaller than he thought it was from how intense Sangwoo’s reactions were, but he wasn’t exactly surprised considering how sensitive Sangwoo was.
Jaeyoung lubed his fingers and pushed two in, scissoring them and stretching him. Even if cumming relaxed Sangwoo, Jaeyoung still wasn’t about to hurt him by being impatient and not prepping him enough.
“Hyung,” Sangwoo pouted, eager to continue.
“Shh,” Jaeyoung cut him off. “Let me take care of you.”
The older man crooked his fingers, adding a third. He watched all of Sangwoo’s expressions and the way his eyes fluttered when he added slightly more pressure to his prostate. “Hyung,” Sangwoo whined, and Jaeyoung’s “Hyung kink” immediately reared its head, going straight to his cock. The pleading tone only made it better because Jaeyoung loved it when he reduced Sangwoo to a begging mess. Frankly, hearing Sangwoo beg was music to his ears.
“Fuck, Woo. You know how to rile me up, huh?” Jaeyoung laughed, grabbing the bottle of lube and pouring some on his dick.
He slowly pressed into Sangwoo, watching him take short, clipped breaths as he tried to adjust to Jaeyoung’s size.
The artist paused halfway, waiting until Sangwoo untensed slightly before continuing. Sangwoo let out a breathy moan as Jaeyoung bottomed out, so deep, it felt like it was in his stomach.
“Okay?” Jaeyoung asked.
Sangwoo nodded, looking up at him with that soft-eyed, innocent look that had Jaeyoung wanting to absolutely ruin him.
He held Sangwoo’s tiny waist as he slowly fucked him, mesmerized by the sight of his long length disappearing with each stroke.
“You take me so well,” he said, reveling in the tight heat around him as Sangwoo keened.
Sangwoo’s dick twitched between them, reacting to the fact that he was making Jaeyoung feel good. Jaeyoung noticed and realized he was playing directly into Sangwoo’s desire for praise.
“You’re such a good boy for me, Woo. So pretty. I’m the only person in the whole world who gets to see you like this,” Jaeyoung ran his hand over Sangwoo’s abs as he kissed him.
The blush on Sangwoo’s cheeks intensified and he bared his neck for Jaeyoung to kiss, leaving hickeys and small bites.
“How does it feel, having me inside you?” Jaeyoung asked.
“Big,” Sangwoo gasped.
“Yeah?” Jaeyoung grinned. “Do you like it?”
“Ye- fuck!” Sangwoo was cut off as Jaeyoung tilted his hips just slightly, causing the long, slow strokes to press harder on the bundle of nerves.
Jaeyoung suddenly pulled out, and Sangwoo didn’t even have time to protest before he was being turned around. He immediately arched his back to give easier access as Jaeyoung grabbed his hips, pressing into him again.
Sangwoo let out a string of expletives as Jaeyoung started moving, adding more strength to his thrusts. Sangwoo’s upper body collapsed on the bed but Jaeyoung’s grip kept his ass in the air.
The change in angle had Sangwoo reaching down to grab the base of his dick to stop himself from cumming again so soon.
Jaeyoung grabbed Sangwoo’s hair, pulling exactly how he knew Sangwoo liked.
Sangwoo moaned and started rocking back against him to meet his thrusts, clutching the sheets.
“H-Hyung, fuck !” Sangwoo cursed.
Jaeyoung pushed on the small of Sangwoo’s back, forcing him flat on the mattress and pinning him down with his weight as he fucked him roughly.
The reaction was instantaneous. There was no warning before Sangwoo let out a sob and tightened around him, cumming hard enough that Sangwoo’s entire body shook.
Jaeyoung stopped moving, letting Sangwoo calm down. Sangwoo was trying to catch his breath for a moment, trembling under Jaeyoung’s touch. Jaeyoung was about to pull out when Sangwoo began whining, wiggling as much as possible with Jaeyoung’s weight on him.
“You want me to keep going?” Jaeyoung asked, needing clarification.
Sangwoo nodded, clenching around him to try and prompt him to continue.
“Tap your hand three times,” Jaeyoung instructed.
Sangwoo was confused but he did what Jaeyoung said, tapping his hand against the bed three times. It let the artist know that, although Sangwoo was deep in subspace, he was still able to use his safe signal if necessary.
Jaeyoung started at a slow pace, watching closely for any signs that Sangwoo was getting too overwhelmed.
“God, you feel so good,” Jaeyoung groaned. “How are you so perfect?”
Sangwoo craned his neck for a kiss, panting against Jaeyoung’s lips.
“So good, baby,” Jaeyoung reached around, holding Sangwoo’s chin as he kissed him. Sangwoo’s eyes were rolling back, the overstimulation of multiple orgasms sending him into a realm of pleasure he hadn’t experienced before.
As deep in his own pleasure as he was, Jaeyoung was still paying attention to Sangwoo, monitoring every moment.
“Ha-harder. Please go harder, Hyung. Please, ” Sangwoo pleaded.
The begging went straight to Jaeyoung’s cock. The tight heat spurred him on, fucking Sangwoo hard enough that the bed started squeaking. The sort of sounds Sangwoo was making were driving Jaeyoung almost feral, wanting to hear more and more of them.
Jaeyoung felt Sangwoo tense under him, letting out a broken wail as he somehow came again.
It brought Jaeyoung to the very edge and he pulled out, squeezing one of Sangwoo’s cheeks and jerking himself. He groaned as he came across the smaller boy’s back. He almost collapsed on top of Sangwoo but managed to stop himself, holding onto the headboard as he caught his breath.
He tentatively stroked Sangwoo’s shoulder, trying to make sure he wasn’t too oversensitized to touch.
“You okay?” Jaeyoung asked softly.
Sangwoo didn’t seem to understand what Jaeyoung was saying so the artist held his hand in front of his face, gesturing a “thumbs up” and “thumbs down” to indicate how he was feeling.
Sangwoo sluggishly lifted his thumb up to let him know he was alright.
Sangwoo was in a daze during the entirety of the shower Jaeyoung gave him. He barely reacted to the sound of the hairdryer as Jaeyoung dried his hair and dressed him. Jaeyoung put him in his fluffy pajama pants and socks but slid one of his own shirts over Sangwoo’s head, threading his slim arms through the sleeves.
It was huge on him, and it had Jaeyoung biting his knuckle to not scream about how adorable he looked with his curly hair and heavy eyes as he tried to unsuccessfully fight the feeling of sleepiness.
Sangwoo was barely able to stay awake as they brushed their teeth. Jaeyoung stood behind him, holding him up but Sangwoo’s head was lolling.
Eventually, Jaeyoung scooped Sangwoo up and carried him to bed. As soon as Jaeyoung got in, Sangwoo snuggled against him. Jaeyoung stroked his hair, feeling Sangwoo’s body slowly start to go lax as the smaller boy fell asleep.
It always amused Jaeyoung that Sangwoo got so sleepy after sex. Sangwoo had tried all sorts of medications to help his insomnia, but they always made him nauseous. Meditation didn’t help him. It seemed like the only healthy way to tire him enough was sex.
It seemed like a pretty good remedy.