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Joshua wasn’t a jealous person, but if Mingyu put his hands on Jihoon’s waist one more time, the soju might start to taste like tackling a six-foot buffoon to the pavement. Joshua shoved his hands deep into his pockets and burned holes into the back of Mingyu’s head.
Joshua didn’t care that Jihoon was physically affectionate with others. Part of his and Joshua’s whole arrangement was flexibility; casual sex, sometimes cuddling embedded in intense emotional connections formed over Coke Zero and the crippling anxiety of dying alone, but relaxation was at its core, really. Joshua had no right to quietly seeth over Mingyu’s big hands pressing bruises into Jihoon’s hips as they ground to some reggaeton-infused pop song on the dance floor, but as soon as Joshua spied it across the strobing club lights, it soured his night entirely.
Joshua realized he was entirely out of pocket with what he still insists isn’t jealousy - it was actually probably some deep seeded primal desire to be possessive that had been awoken by four (maybe five) shots of tequila. And he did really wished he wouldn’t be such a spoilsport. Jihoon rarely drank, and on this extra special occasion, Jihoon had gotten so plastered that he required not one, but two incredibly hot men, now that Soonyoung had swung in to grasp Jihoon’s waist and support his weight as the group of thirteen stumbled home. But he couldn’t help bitterly watching, as it seemed like every other of his bandmates got to play with Jihoon and he didn’t
What am I even thinking? Joshua thought.
Seungcheol and Hansol had caught up with two grocery bags each of clinking bottles from the twenty-four-hour store on their street. Oh, how the night was young. Their apartment complex loomed in the distance as the friends skipped and laughed and nearly shoved one another into closed-up shops; jumping on each other’s backs and recounting hilarious tidbits of stories of nights gone, just like this. Joshua really wished he would stop being a sour little bitch and join in, but it was like a crackling cloud of thunder had settled over his head, halting the good time he was insistent on having and sobering him up like he’d been dunked into the river Styx.
Maybe, Joshua thought, he did have a leg to stand on, as Jihoon detached himself from Mingyu and Soonyoung and stumbled into the next warm body he found - Dokyeom, who was possibly just as, if not more drunk than Jihoon and who, with the force of a five foot five tank knocking into him, stumbled into Minghao, who steadied them both. Maybe it was justified to be jealous because it seemed like Jihoon wanted attention from everyone but Joshua. Maybe, after deciding to have regular stress-relief appointments with, but not limited to, one another, Jihoon thought it’d be better to never show Joshua any attention at all, out of fear of it becoming too obvious. Not that none of the group didn’t know already, and were doing the exact same thing in one complex, interconnected hot boy harem (Joshua considered, once SEVENTEEN disbanded, creating a three-hour-long YouTube video titled ‘An Unhinged Recap of Fucking Your Co-workers’, just incase the coffers ever ran dry). Or maybe, possibly, Jihoon just didn’t like Joshua in that way and was subtly telling Joshua that he was a loser. That’s possible too.
Joshua scowled at the ease with which Jihoon hung off Dokyeom, joining in his loud reenactment of El Tango de Roxanne. Because, as it stood, Jihoon didn’t dance with Joshua the way he did Mingyu; he didn’t let Joshua bite the lemon from his lips for their tequila shot the way he let Seungkwan; he didn’t sit on Joshua’s lap and let him whisper into his ear the way Jeonghan had. At this point, Joshua didn’t know if he was jealous or just hurt. It’s not like he and Jihoon were dating. Dating as an idol was impossible as it is; dating your bandmate was a pipe dream. And the relationship Joshua and Jihoon was decidedly open - because it was just easier that way, but that didn’t mean Joshua had to relish in the way that Jihoon was so easy with everyone but him.
Ahead of him, an aggressive game of rock paper scissors had ended in the top floor dorm hosting the after party and the group began the gradual ascent up the staircase. They quickly settled into their regular routine, sitting in a circle in the common room, Seungcheol passing out bottles and small shot glasses. Jihoon walked into one of the door frames before he, quite wisely, announced he was going to get a glass of water, to a chorus of playful outrage. Jihoon hushed them with his hands and stumbled away. Wonwoo, then, got up to follow.
“I’ll make sure he doesn’t smash anything,” Wonwoo, possibly the most sober amongst them, said. Joshua held out his hand to stop him.
“You sit,” Joshua insisted, in his best selfless voice. “I’ll check on him.” And then he disappeared into the kitchenette.
Jihoon stood over the kitchen sink, easily swallowing down a pint glass of clear liquid. A few drops of water had dripped down Jihoon’s chin, splotching on the sheen purple of his dress shirt. He’d bought the, dare Joshua say, sensual new shirt especially for their night - one of the few times they went out when they decided to drink at all. The buttons stopped at the valley of Jihoon’s chest, leaving a dangerous slither of skin on show. Jihoon had paired it with tight fitting black slacks and a selection of silver jewelry which made Jihoon look as delicate as a prized jewel. Joshua watched as Jihoon swallowed thickly, not sober enough to keep the filthy images at bay - Jihoon’s mouth full, panting heavily as he swallowed, cum dripping past his lips--
Joshua had little appreciation for perfectly serene jewels; he liked his prized possessions broken.
Joshua slinked up behind Jihoon as he refilled the glass for another helping. He braced his hands against Jihoon’s waist, pressed his lips to the exposed curve of his neck. Jihoon hummed, acknowledging Joshua’s presence as he finished his second glass. He’d been presented with the perfect opportunity here: Jihoon was alone for the first time today, and Joshua had him to himself.
“Baby,” Joshua began, voice a soft whisper, “Come to bed with me,” Through the door, he heard the commotion of drinking games echoing around the apartment. He felt as Jihoon shuddered under his gentle voice, his warm breath on his neck. “I miss you. I want you.”
That was Joshua’s first tactic, his favorite - pleading, subtle, desperate to have Jihoon come and entertain him; making Jihoon believe that he needed him. It was easy, because, really, it was the most truth Joshua could muster.
Jihoon set the glass down on the kitchen counter and turned int Joshua’s grip. With his back against the metal of the sink, Jihoon reached his arms up to hook around Joshua’s shoulders. “You miss me?” He mused. He nudged his nose against Joshua’s, perched on his tiptoes to just barely ghost his lips over Joshua’s. “You’ve been with me all night.”
“Barely,” Joshua replied. He dipped his head to kiss the corner of Jihoon’s cheekbone, then again just under his ear. Jihoon tipped his head back to allow Joshua more space, and he responded in earnest with a trail of kisses down Jihoon’s neck. “You’ve not paid me any attention all night.”
Jihoon sighed, pressing himself more into Joshua’s warmth. “I’m sorry.” His tone did not, in fact, convey that he was sorry. It was that sing-song tone that Jihoon did, when he was basking in the knowledge he had won something. His prize seemed to be Joshua begging for his attention. “I didn’t realize you wanted it.”
Joshua realized instantly he’d stumbled right into Jihoon’s carefully laid trap. Jihoon had baited him, made Joshua yearn for him, and had Joshua in the exact position he wished for him.
Joshua smiled. “I always want your attention, Jihoon,” Joshua said. His lips reached the soft bit of skin between Jihoon’s shoulder and his neck. He breathed in Jihoon’s musky, rich cologne before he pulled away to look at him. “Always.” If Joshua was a pawn, he’d simply not act like; he’d appeal to Jihoon’s more egotistical nature, more than Jihoon would have expected.
“You have it now,” Jihoon said. “What did you want it for?” Yes, it had turned out quite well for Jihoon, it seemed. He pressed himself harder into Joshua, not enough to be obvious in how he subtly grinded them together.
Joshua appealed, tugging Jihoon’s tucked shirt out of his slacks and traced his fingers over the dip of Jihoon’s hips. “Come to bed with me and you might find out.”
Jihoon chuckled quietly in the back of his throat. “You’re horny, aren’t you?”
Says you, Joshua thought. Jihoon and alcohol usually ended up like this, tucked into Joshua, musing for him, keening into him. Joshua reveled in it. “With you looking like that?” he said. “Of course.” Joshua hands pressed higher, fingers gracing Jihoon’s ribs. “If I could, you know I’d fuck you right here.”
Jihoon shuddered and let a soft, weak sigh escape his throat. Joshua crowded him closer, feeling the press of Jihoon’s groin against his leg. “Yeah?” he encouraged.
“Hm,” Joshua mused. Swiftly, he knocked Jihoon’s leg open with his knee, and pressed his thigh against Jihoon’s slowly hardening bulge. “Don’t you think you’d look pretty bent over for me?”
Jihoon chased Joshua’s mouth with his own, until their lips pressed together in a hot, desperate kiss. Jihoon tasted like alcohol, sharp as bitter as Joshua’s motives felt. Yes, he was selfish; yes he wanted Jihoon to himself, to ditch their friends and come with him so Joshua can show him exactly what Jihoon was so callously avoiding. He kissed Jihoon hard, dropped his hands to his hips, to his thighs, to the curve of his ass, feeling as much as he can, like Jihoon was a wisp of smoke between his fingers. He pulled away and whispered, “Let me fuck you, Jihoon,” relishing in the moan that Jihoon lets slip, biting down on his lip.
“Hyungs!” Seungkwan’s resonant voice froze all the tension between Joshua and Jihoon. He leant against the kitchenette door, boldly snickering either at them or at whatever had transpired in the sitting room. “Come on,” he chided. He showed no sign of shock at seeing Joshua and Jihoon intertwined, but despite that, Jihoon pressed his hands against Joshua’s chest and gently pushed him away. It was like some display of an intent to at least appear embarrassed - unless Jihoon actually was embarrassed to have been caught with Joshua. It didn’t bear thinking about, so Joshua took another step back and leaned against the opposite counter.
“Be right there,” Jihoon said. Joshua noticed he had turned his body slightly as if to hide the strain on the groin of his slacks. Seungkwan disappeared back into the sitting room and Joshua watched the red flush swell up Jihoon’s cheeks. He turned back to the sink again and promptly downed one more glass of water before he began to stride towards the door.
Joshua caught his wrist before he got too far and spun him back into his embrace. They kissed again as they stumbled in tandem backwards towards the door before Jihoon pulled away with a shy grin.
“I’m still going to bed,” Joshua said. “You can still come with me.” He despised the way he sounded like he was begging, but he wanted Jihoon bad. He wanted all of his attention, his focus, he wanted nothing on Jihoon’s mind but him.
“Later,” Jihoon mused, “you can have me later.”
Joshua hummed and playfully rolled his eyes, though he felt the stomach gripping sensation that he had lost whatever game Jihoon had begun to play with him. It was a daring feeling, a fire lit in his gut. He didn’t want it extinguished. He wanted to feed it. He wanted to best Jihoon like no one else did.
Jihoon flopped into bed sometime in the early hours, Joshua long fast asleep. It was a suprise to wake up to Jihoon’ gentle, petered snores, but not an unwelcome one. With their bodies adjusted to sleep cycle of a few hours, it wasn’t long before Jihoon was rolling into Joshua’s body heat. (Joshua had cracked the window before he slept, knowing it would have drawn Jihoon in. Yes, he knows he’s crazy, thanks for asking). The blue morning light seeped through his weak curtains, washing them in a cold hue. Without needing to be asked, Joshua lifted his arm for Jihoon to settle under.
Joshua understood the irony of being friends-with-benefits who spent the night in embrace without actually having sex. To them it was a comfort, an exercise in normality that what happened between them wasn’t always exclusively sex. They were friends first, whatever else second - they knew they needed to keep that separation for it all to work. Hence, Joshua supposed, the non-exclusivity of them either - less complicated, overall.
Yeah. Less complicated.
Jihoon groaned as he rolled around under Joshua’s arm. “What time is it?”
Joshua checked his phone, low battery blinking at him. “Just gone nine.”
Somehow, Jihoon groaned more. Joshua shifted to face Jihoon, whose eyes were puffed, make-up half removed and adorning a t-shirt that belonged to Joshua, along with a size too big pair of his gym shorts. Joshua ignored the fire that ignited in his chest.
“When did you come to bed?” Joshua asked.
Jihoon rubbed his face. “I don’t know. I don’t remember.”
Joshua smiled as he sat up and sifted through his bedside table for a packet of painkillers. He passed them over, as well as the Hydro Flask of water. Jihoon swallowed the tablets silently and drained the bottle of its contents before passing it back. Then he settled back under the covers. “I feel like Hell. I’m never drinking again.”
Joshua rolled onto his stomach and began toying with Jihoon’s fingers. “You say that every time,” he laughed. He brought his fingers to his lips and kissed them softly, watching as Jihoon smiled softly.
“I mean it everytime,”
Joshua watched as the sun began to filter in, basking Jihoon in a warm glow. He looked positively angelic in the most devastating way possible. Which is when Joshua spotted the blume of a purple bruise on the side of his neck. Joshua stopped with his mouth on Jihoon’s index fingers. He could hear the adrenaline push the blood through his veins, pouding in his ears. He thought about who would give Jihoon a hickey like that, who had pinned Jihoon to the wall and sucked on his neck, making him whimper and moan, writhe under their lips. It played out in his mind: Jeonghan, Seungcheol, maybe even Mingyu, towering over Jihoon, using his hands to keep him in place. He took in a deep shuddering breath, tired to ignore the way he hardened against the mattress.
Jihoon’s eyes clocked the ways Joshua stared at him, then touched a hand tentatively to his neck. Then he smiled.
“Who gave you that?” Joshua asked.
Jihoon shuffled against the pillows. “Why?”
Joshua was jealous. Joshua was so fucking jealous and it drove him crazy. He picked up his hand and gripped the outline of Jihoon’s cock through his shorts. Jihoon shuddered and slipped a little down the pillows. “Because,” Joshua said. “I want to know.” The thumbed the head of Jihoon’s dick, feeling the wet patch at the tip grow bigger. Jihoon’s hips bucked into his hand and moaned.
“Are you jealous?” Jihoon murmured. His voice lilted in that condescending way, like he knew everything that Joshua didn’t. Joshua wanted to devour Jihoon, take him apart piece by piece. He didn’t answer, just tugged down the hem of Jihoon’s shorts and took the tip of his semi-hard length in his mouth.
A groan washed over Jihoon as he tangled his fingers into Joshua’s hair. “Fuck,” he moaned. His voice was deep, throaty and it tore at the edges as he breathed, “Joshua,” into the morning air. Joshua worked the saliva into his mouth, rubbed his tongue over Jihoon’s sensitive tip and swallowed him down, feeling him grow harder on his tongue. He worked Jihoon’s cock up and down, bobbing his head, Jihoon’s chest rising and falling with his movements. Joshua was hard in his sweats, and he rut his hips down for the sparing friction.
Jihoon watched him, sharp eyes locked onto Joshua’s body draped over his legs. “You like this, huhh?” he asked. Joshua looked, eyes sparkling. Jihoon chewed his lips, and stroked the hair from Joshua’s face. “You get turned on from my cock in your mouth?”
Joshua relished in the feeling of Jihoon’s hands in his hair, guiding his head as his hips twitched up into the heat of Joshua’s mouth. He felt controlled, felt needed in such a primal way; that addictive feeling he got when Jihoon moaned his name. He was so full of the feeling, the feeling of Jihoons’s dick heavy on his tongue, weighing him down, grounding him. He pulled away for a breath, groaning at the way Jihoon tightened his fist in his hair. “You want to fuck my mouth, baby?” Joshua’s voice was strained and raspy. “You want to cum down my throat?”
“God, Shua,” Jihoon groaned, “shut up and suck.”
Joshua let his lips curl into a smile, lapping his tongue over the head of Jihoon’s cock. “Ask nicely.”
“Get fucked.”
Joshua took him back into his mouth and sucked harder, drank up all the delicious sounds from Jihoon’s throat. He tasted sharply of precum and Joshua racked a moan from his throat, vibrating Jihoon’s cock. He responded in kind and moaned loudly, echoing around the small room.
“Shit, Joshua,” he cried. “Fuck, yes, don’t stop.”
Joshua never felt so powerful. He held Jihoon’s pleasure between his teeth. His ego flared, watching Jihoon’s scrunched up face as he rocket hips hips. Joshua wanted Jihoon so badly it hurt. He wanted Jihoon to be his. He wanted to make Jihoon need him more than anything.
He wanted to ruin Jihoon.
He took the rest of Jihoon’s length in his fist, used the spit on his cock to rub him. Then he pulled his mouth away, sat on his knees and let Jihoon fuck his fist with his hips bucking.
“God, yes, please don’t stop, Shua, I’m gonna cum.”
Then, Joshua stopped. He lifted his fist off and watched Jihoon squirm.
“God, shua don’t play with me,” he warned. Joshua crawled over his body, his cock standing hard, red and angry. He grapsed Jihoon’s chin with his hand and kissed him, tasting the remnants of soju and whiskey. Jihoon’s hands grasped his biceps, moaning into hs mouth. He kissed him hard, dirtily, pressing his tongue down Jihoon’s throat. When Joshua pulled away, he tipped Jihoon’s head to the side, leaving the purple hickey on show.
“Maybe whoever gave you this could help you out, Jihoon.” Then he slipped from between Jihoon’s legs and off his bed.
Jihoon’s chest rose and fell erraticly as he watched Joshua stretch his arms above his head. Then he gathered a bath towel and slinked to the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, he returned to an empty bed. In the space Jihoon occupied were the unmistakable stains of cum left behind. Joshua grinned and cracked his knuckles. He was going to have fun with this.
They were sitting in the next concept meeting. Jihoon had sank back into his seat after talking through the sound for the next album and now fiddled with his phone as Seungcheol began to discuss the groups image progression. From his pocket, Joshua’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out under the table and slid it open, then instantly dropped it face down into his lap. He felt his face flush red, from the tip of his ears to his neck. He gave himself a second before he picked his phone up again and was met with the thumbnail of a video - Jihoon’s cock in his fist, bitten lip, brow furrowed in contorted pleasure.
Joshua looked up across the table. Jihoon was watching him; when they met eye contact, Jihoon quirked an eyebrow. Joshua gripped his thigh and thought of literally anything else to will his hard-on away.
His phone buzzed again and the unplayed video was gone. He looked up back at Jihoon, who was now intently watching Seungcheol. He made sure the sound was on slient before he tapped a message.
that was cruel. i would have enjoyed that later.
Jihoon looked down at his lap and smirked at phone. Seconds later, Joshua got a reply:
guess you’ll have to watch it now.
Then the video popped up again.
Joshua sucked his bottom lip and looked up at Jihoon who was smiled behind his hand. Joshua wanted to watch that perfect smile on his pretty lips choke on his fucking cock--
go on Jihoon text before it goes
Jihoon drove Joshua absolutely fucking feral. He double checked his sound was off before he clicked play.
Jihoon’s cock was red and hard, twitching in his palm as looked down at the camera. He worked himself slowly, and Joshua could see the way his lips worked around distinct oh’s and oh, god’s and fuck Joshua registered his own t-shirt and the framed art set above Joshua’s bed and knew this was Jihoon’s payback. Joshua strained hard against his jeans, aching to be touched. He wanted to look up at Jihoon and give off his perfectly crafted this is fine look, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from his phone screen as Jihoon came, thick white ropes painting his chest. Joshua watched the tight set of his jaw, throat bobbing and eyes scrunching as his mouth formed around Joshua .
Joshua closed his phone and leaned over the table trying to ignore the thrum of heat into his cock. He didn’t look at Jihoon - he didn’t trust himself to not leap across the table. He checked his phone again, leaning back in his chair to text.
i hate you
Jihoon replied a second later.
oh, i know
Well played. Well. Played.
Joshua liked the game. It was dangerous, thrilling. Sure, he felt like a volatile bomb on the verge of exploding with tension everytime Jihoon breathed in Joshua’s direction, but it was also sexy. Really sexy. Especially when he was palming Jihoon under the dinner table.
Jihoon leaned over to grab the bottle of soju and poured Joshua a shot. When he was in the vicinity of Joshua’s earshot, he hissed, “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Joshua drained his glass in one. “Giving up so easy?” He squeezed Jihoon’s bulge harder. “I expected as much.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Jihoon choked. His knuckles were white.
Joshua grinned. “I don’t know, just thought you could resist me longer. I never knew you needed me that.”
“Shut up,” Jihoon murmured.
Joshua leaned in to his ear, an whispered. “Make me.”
“You guys…” Jeonghan pinched the bridge of his nose “just need to fuck it out. For real. Your messy sexual tension is messing with the feng shui.”
Joshua sipped on his coffee and supped up the three-quarter zip fleece until it hit his chin. Jeonghan watched as the army of purple bruises disapeared behind the lamb’s wool.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Joshua needed to stress the openness of him and Jihoon. Which is why it wasn’t a shock to walk in to Jihoon’s studio to see Mingyu with his mouth stuffed full of Jihoon’s cock.
Mingyu had his back to the door, and Jihoon’s head was thrown back, moaning loud in ecstasy. Joshua considered the text he had received from Jihoon, the come over around midnight. Jihoon wanted him to see this, he wanted Joshua to know he could get his fill anywhere else, if he wanted to.
Joshua hated how hard he got at the view. He stood and watched, and he wished he could say it was shameless, but was really, really shameful.
Then, Jihoon dropped his head and made eye contact with Joshua. He raked his fingers through Mingyu’s hair as he watched Joshua watching him. He was close, Joshua could tell by the rapid rise and fall of Jihoon’s chest, how he tensed his jaw and the flush of his cheeks got deeper. It was a view that Joshua had seen, and had caused countless times. He’d brought that beautiful, strained groan from Jihoon’s mouth, made his legs quiver and his hips buck, and made him cum in the back of his throat. Jihoon’s eyes never left Joshua’s as Mingyu swallowed every drop. As he came down, Jihoon grinned at Joshua and winked.
Joshua left before Mingyu was off his knees.
“Shua,” Dokyeom moaned. Joshua pressed against Dokyeom’s tightness and relish the feeling of his body’s resistance against the sensitive skin of his cock. Dokyeom’s back arched, his body quivering against the bedsheets which he pulled up from the corner of the mattress. “Oh, god, Shua, yes. ”
Joshua closed his eyes and eased himself into Dokyeom, biting hard into his lip as his stomach tightened with pleasure. Dokyeom’s body bent perfectly to his will, taking him as he fucked him hard and fast and they way Joshua knew he liked it. He hoped it too was the way Jihoon liked it, as he heard the door click open, and the faintest of breath catch in Jihoon’s throat. He could barely hear the sigh and the tut that followed over the wanton wails of Dokeyom’s pleasure, Joshua throwing the quickest of looks over his shoulder at Jihoon paused in the doorway.
“Really?” Jihoon’s voice couldn’t quite hide the breathiness that betrayed the wash of arousal that came over him. “In my bed?”
Joshua grinned and gripped Dokeyom’s hips as he thrust into him roughly. Dokyeom rewarded him with a deep, aching moan. Joshua watched as Jihoon rolled his eyes and turned from the room, not bothering to close the door behind him.
Joshua looked around at his bandmates. They had a strange relationship, he thought, one that was at once natural and effortless, yet mind-numbingly difficult to navigate. For instance, right now, Joshua looked around at his best friends and wondered which would be his next conquest in the championship of Jihoon. He never thought, when he left Los Angeles to be a K-Pop star, that this is what he'd amount to.
But then, Joshua's eyes found Jihoon. For once, Jihoon hadn't locked himself up in his studio to craft the next SEVENTEEN hit, but had joined the group in their sparingly held movie and take-out night. Now that they were older, and their lives much busier, the tradition, which used to be held biweekly at best, had graduated to being a blue-moon occurrence, one which Joshua held dearly, especially now that Jihoon had joined them. Joshua was struck, suddenly, with a bittersweet feeling of melancholy watching Jihoon watch him from across the cramped living room, one which made him feel valuable and protective over the time he wanted to spend in Jihoon's presence.
"Shrek 3 or Flushed Away?" Seungkwan held up two DVD cases and demonstrated them to the room.
"Why are our only options two mediocre animated movies?" Minghao asked.
"Woah, mediocre?" Wonwoo said. "Flushed Away is modern art."
"Why aren't we using a streaming site?" Hansol asked.
"Everyone be quiet, our options are Shrek 3 or Flushed Away!" Seungkwan doubled down.
"Well Shrek 3, obviously, it's the best Shrek movie." Chan was very promptly shouted down by the masses.
Joshua stood up, and took a seat next to Jihoon. Jihoon shuffled to accommodate him but didn't appear to mind the closeness by which their thighs were pressed. Jihoon donned his regular pair of loose gym shorts, his legs pale and soft against the material of Joshua's jeans.
"Are you cold?" Joshua asked him. Jihoon pulled the long sleeves of his three-quarter zip fleece down past his hands and shrugged.
"A little."
Joshua reached over to the side of the couch and procured a blanket, setting it down on their laps. As the group came to the unanimous decision that they could just hook up a computer and expand their two options to over a million, Jihoon settled against Joshua's body warmth, head just barely resting in the crook of his neck. Joshua was fond of moments like this. As much as he yearned for the games he played with Jihoon, this gentle side to them - the soft touches, the tender bouts of affection, was something Joshua cherished. In that moment, Joshua didn't much care for any sort of desperate game of pride, he was just happy.
Under the blanket, Joshua came to rest his hand on Jihoon's thigh. His happiness didn't mean he couldn't still have fun with Jihoon though.
Jihoon physically tensed as Joshua's fingers stroked over Jihoon's inner thigh, yet his legs opened just the slightest inch. Joshua smiled to himself as the war of the movie night raged around him.
("This is why I had two options, to avoid this!")
Gently, almost innocently, Joshua danced his fingers further up Jihoon's thigh, edging up under his shorts. He heard the way Jihoon took a deep breath, held it in for a moment and then let it out. Joshua bit back his smile. From under the blanket, Jihoon dropped his phone, letting it clatter to the floor. As he bent over to pick it up, he moved the hand on Jihoon's thigh to over the bulge of his shorts. He righted himself and felt Jihoon's eyes burn into the side of his head. Then, Joshua began to palm Jihoon softly, feeling him grow hard under his hand.
Jihoon's fists balled on top of the blanket, rearranging it to cover any evidence of what Joshua was doing. Joshua watched from the corner of his eyes as Jihoon bites his lip, his eyelids flutter closed as the faint red blush curled up his neck. Around them, the consensus had fallen on watching a horror film, before the war raged on over which sort. Joshua's hand found the outline of Jihoon's cock, rubbed it, pressed his fingers over the small spot of wet that had formed at the head. Jihoon's hips rose in the slighest motion, the sofa creaking under him.
Joshua didn't stop his hand from finding the waistband of Jihoon's shorts, slipping them over the top.
Jihoon stood up in a swoop, Joshua hand snapping back to his own lap as Jihoon turned his back on the room, hurrying out of the door. His presence was barely registered by the rest of the arguing group, but Jeonghan caught Joshua's eye as he stood too.
"Just going..." Joshua scratched the back of his neck, gestured vaugely to the direction Jihoon left. "Yeah."
He watched Jeonghan pick up the TV remote and turn it up before the movie even started.
Joshua found Jihoon in the open doorway of his room, sat on the edge of his bed. He looked at him there, red cheeked, hard in his shorts, and closed the door behind him.
"Sorry," Joshau said slyly. "Did I get you a bit--"
Jihoon grapped the front of Jihoon's hoodie and pulled him down, crushing their lips together. The force of their kiss rattled Joshua's brain as he grasped Jihoon's face and kissed him back harder. The taste of Jihoon's lips flooded his body with an aching desire, and he felt the hot flush decend over his body with the need to taste him more. He moaned gently into Jihoon's mouth and felt Jihoon take one of his hands and press it back over his shorts.
"Don't you dare waste any time," Jihoon said then, his voice raspy as he pressed his hands under Joshua's shirt.
Joshua grinned against Jihoon's lips. "Why not?" he mused softly. He let Jihoon take off his clothes, and pull him back into him greedily. "Don't you want to take it slow?"
Jihoon groaned and pressed Joshua's body into the wall opposite his bed. The space between the mattress and the wall was only small, but Jihoon made it work as he began to unfasten Joshua's belt.
"I need you now," he whispered and Joshua couldn't resist the pressure that rolled from the pit of his stomach to his cock. "I can't wait."
Joshua bit his lip as Jihoon's hand took his length and stroked him, letting his head fall back against the wall. "Just say that again, please."
Jihoon kissed him hard. "Go fuck yourself."
Joshua grinned and pushed Jihoon back to the bed. He had his shorts off as fast as he could manage, on his knees between Jihoon's legs, the tip of his cock between his lips. Jihoon sighed and ran his fingers through Joshua's hair. Joshua's hands braced Jihoon's thighs, before he hiked Jihoon's body closed, the fingers from one hand finding the tightness of Jihoon's entrance. Jihoon lifted his legs and found them squeezed around Joshua's head as his fingers pressed into him. Beautiful little gasps escaped Jihoon's lips, his body moving and quivering under Joshua's touches. Joshua swallowed around him, curled his fingers in him, and revelled in the way Jihoon's mouth forms around curses because of him. Joshua realised, almost shockingly, just how obsessed he was with what he could do to Jihoon, the way Jihoon moulded around his fingers was like a drug, and Joshua hadn't realised how addicted he'd become.
Joshua stood from Jihoon's warmth for a moment and fished through his draw for the small bottle of lubricant he stored there. He slathered it on his fingers and pressed three into Jihoon's heat. This time he stood, watched as Jihoon twitched and writhed under him. Joshua bit his lip - his cock pressed hard against his briefs as he drank in the sight of Jihoon. He never wanted to go without this sight again.
Jihoon met his eyes as Joshua watched him and he smiled, the shyest of smiles as he threw his arm over his eyes. Joshua couldn't help it, and leant down to kiss Jihoon softly. Their cores rubbed together, friction building between their legs as Jihoon brought his lips to Joshua's ear.
"Can you fuck me now?"
Joshua didn't need a second invitation. He grasped Jihoon by the waist and pulled him to his feet. He braced him against the wall and lined himself up to Jihoon, slightly bent over.
Gently, Joshua eased himself into Jihoon, stroking his hand down Jihoon's back. With Joshua pressed into him, Jihoon let out a long, strained moan.
"Shh," Joshua cupped his hand over Jihoon's mouth. "Keep quiet for me?" There was no real need for them to, but Joshua loved this moment where he knew he could do anything, ask anything of Jihoon and would find him compliant.
Jihoon grasped Joshua's wrist and pressed himself back to meet Joshua's skin. Joshua groaned and began to thrust his hips into Jihoon, keeping a steady pace, feeling the wash of pleasure overcome his body in tremendous quakes.
"Oh, fuck, Jihoon, you feel so fucking good." Joshua pressed his hand around Jihoon’s mouth, bracing his other hand on Jihoon’s hips, pressing them both against the wall. His palm tingled, skin vibrating with Jihoon’s moan. Joshua thrust into him with a steady rhythm, leaning down to kiss Jihoon’s shoulder.
“Oh, god,” he whispered. “I missed having you.”
Jihoon’s hand clenched and flexed against the smooth plaster, gentle noises of pleasure muffled by Joshua’s hand. Through his skin, Joshua felt Jihoon’s mouth form around the moans as he arched his back to Joshua’s back. He fucked Jihoon hard and deep, biting down on his lip to quieten the grunts that rolled from his throat. He marvelled at the way Jihoon's body responded to him, skin hot and flushed, hips meeting his thrusts halfway in a rough, needy demand for more. He wanted to keep him like this forever, pulling those noises from him, making him want him just like this, but as he rolled his hips into Jihoon faster, the coil of pleasure tightened in Joshua's gut. His fingers tightened around Jihoon’s waist, his hips pushing harder and faster into Jihoon, so much so that his legs began to shake, his rhythm falling out of place. He furrowed his brow and bit down hard on his lip.
“Fuck, Jihoon,” he gasped. His room filled with the sound of skin slapping and his short, breathy gasps. The edges of his vision danced with lights, his face contorting as he thrust, pushing himself closer and closer to the edge. Around him, Jihoon tightened and Joshua let out a desperate, choked gasp, his body folding over Jihoon as he came. He let his hips falter for a second, his muscles becoming slack and loose, resting his head against the sweat-slicked skin of Jihoon’s back. He dropped his hand from Jihoon’s mouth, rested his hands on his hips and caught his breath.
“Don’t stop,” Jihoon all but whimpered, pressing himself back into Joshua. Joshua’s breath was ragged as he brought his hand around to grip Jihoon's cock. He pressed a kiss to Jihoon's shoulder blade as he stroked his length, pressing their bodies back together.
"Fuck," Jihoon whispered. "Faster, please." He gasped. Joshua smiled against Jihoon's skin. He thrived in the undoing of Jihoon, just by his hand.
"You like that, baby?" he whispers. He knew Jihoon well enough that if he wasn't the sole person in control of Jihoon's pleasure, Jihoon would have turned on him, made him regret his sweet, condescending words.
"Yes," Jihoon groaned. "Yes, please."
If Joshua wasn't exhausted, the way Jihoon whimpered for him would have made him hot all over again. "You gonna cum for me?" he said then and drank in the way Jihoon melted for him, groaning and coming heavy in his hand. His arms supported Jihoon's frame as he crumbled into his arms, letting them both collapse back onto the bed.
Their pants echoed around the room, their chests rising and falling in tandem. The way he felt there, the complete and utter bliss of having Jihoon next to him, gave him a flush of pride, and through it all, a sense he knew he'd find nowhere else. After a moment, Jihoon rolled over and curled himself into Joshua's side, though their bodies were still wet with sweat. Joshua wrapped his arms around him and kissed his head. It was then, that Joshua spotted the purple bruise on the side of Jihoon's neck. He sat up and inspected it closely, Jihoon dissolving into a fit of giggles next to him.
"Excuse me?" he chided. "Who gave you that?"
Jihoon grinned and covered his face. "None of your business."
"Well, that's just not fair," he swung his leg over Jihoon's body, sat on his midriff and pressed his lips to Jihoon's neck. "I'm just going to have to give you one bigger."
Down the corridor, the distinct sound of someone being slaughtered came from the TV. Jihoon wrestled Joshua weakly but ultimately let Joshua mark his pale skin. Joshua sat back once the redness bloomed on a much more evident place than the previous one.