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Needles are undoubtedly the one thing Jihoon detests more than loud noises, and he can't recall a single instance when he didn't almost pass out during a flu shot or blood draw.
It just creeps the crap out of him.
Yet, here he is, sitting in the Trauma waiting room, surrounded by buzzing tattoo machines and the constant sound of static. Needles are inescapable, with someone getting inked wherever he turns. The irony of the situation is not lost on him.
From his seat, he observes Wonwoo meticulously attending to a client, hands moving with precision, albeit occasionally trembling under the weight of the tattoo gun.
However, Wonwoo doesn't miss a chance to shoot a malicious glance his way every five minutes, prompting an urge in Jihoon to wipe the sly smirk off his handsome face.
The pretty lady at reception calls out his name, and it doesn't escape Wonwoo's notice.
"Good luck, Hoonie! Don't pass out because you know the ambulance won't get there in time. And I don't want a dead body hanging around here because it messes with my mojo. Like dealing with Corpse One and Corpse Two isn't enough," he gestures with one thumb toward Hansol, who is curled up on the floor behind the booth, and shakes his head hazily in the general direction of where he believes Soonyoung is.
Jihoon knows that the bastard would revel in his misery, so he does what any rational person would do. He complains to Wonwoo's boyfriend.
Carefully closing the giant black curtain behind him, he enters the room where Junhui is seated in his high chair, toying with a large, scissor-like object. Jihoon gulps.
"Jihoonie, baby! Come on, take a seat." Junhui pats the sleek chair, his attention diverted to the gleaming array of jewelry. "What's with that frown, darling?"
"Your boyfriend keeps messing with me... is it true I could catch an infection and die?"
Junhui's hand pauses mid-air towards a single sparkling zircon, closing his eyes and trying to stay serious. Everyone here and their mother knows it doesn't take much to scare Jihoon away. "You won't, not here. Have faith in your lover boy. You know how he is when it comes to regulations and whatnot."
Jihoon nods, but his skepticism remains unshaken. The whole situation is incredibly nerve-wracking. He briefly entertains the idea of making a hasty escape when Junhui turns away, but he knows Wonwoo would catch him and would never let him live it down. No escape plan seems viable, no matter how carefully he asses the situation.
And while he's lost in thought, Junhui makes himself comfortable right in front of him, the needle in his hand. It's bigger than he expected. Maybe if he activated the fire alarm...
"You seem to be at high flight risk. Funny, considering you're doing this for Seungcheol." Ah, Seungcheol. That gorgeous, gorgeous man. "And why are you so afraid? Didn't he do your matching tattoos?"
"That's different," Jihoon hisses through his teeth, already feeling the anxiety anger building up. Flight risk? Screw that. This is far more serious and might lead to someone getting their nose smashed. "It's literally the smallest tattoo, and the numbing cream was so strong that I briefly experienced drug intoxication."
The matching tattoos they got are located on their shoulders, but Seungcheol's can easily go unnoticed amidst the array of other ink adorning his skin. They are small, about the size of the tip of a thumb, and shaded in gray, just as Wonwoo suggested. Jihoon's tattoo represents Jupiter, while his boyfriend's symbolizes the sun – their respective ruling planets.
Secretly, Jihoon likes to think of it as Seungcheol being the center of his universe.
Junhui fumbles with the needle for a while, Jihoon's anxiety rising with each second. "Stop being a wimp and pick a barbell. Idiots, I'm surrounded by idiots."
He examines the assortment he has on exhibit, attention drawn to one specific item. Though he would rather not acknowledge it, he is somewhat familiar with that one. His finger extends in the direction of the circular barbell, which sparkles in the light each time he moves.
"That's totally your style. Seungcheol got that one as well the last time, and oh my god, was he terrified. You should have seen the look on his face."
"Junhui, man, I love you dude, but I don't want to talk about my boyfriend getting his dick pierced."
Junhui chuckles mischievously, watching the boy's face heat up. "Oh, come on! It's all part of the experience."
(Jihoon first discovered Seungcheol's most recent piercing a few months ago, completely by chance. After a difficult day, they were in bed and looking for some respite the air conditioning would bring. In that particular moment, Seungcheol looked incredible in a skin-tight black shirt with the tattoos showing through the collar and freshly dyed hair cascading over his eyes.
By all measures, he was Jihoon's greatest wet dream. And of course, being the wonderful boyfriend that he is, he generously offered to give his lover a massage.
True to his nature, Jihoon always managed to get what he wanted (the only consitent thing about him). So, without hesitation, he positioned himself on Seungcheol's back, his legs stretched out on each side.
The massage started with genuine intent, his fingers delving deep into Seungcheol's tense shoulders, kneading away stubborn knots. He could feel him relax under his touch, faint murmurs slipping past his lips whenever he applied more pressure than was necessary, muscles tensing every time he complained. Jihoon's second favorite thing in the world, just after the cherry-red lips, is just how muscular Seungcheol has gotten since high school.
As the massage continued, Seungcheol shifted onto his back, hands crossed behind his head, anticipating the promised thigh massage. Jihoon knew it was Seungcheol's favorite, especially after particularly difficult leg days.
So what did he do instead of the promised? He dragged his boyfriend's sweatpants down, slow and careful. But of course, Seungcheol wouldn't behave like a decent human being so Jihoon was greeted by the sight of no underwear.
He about to reprimand him, swear on it, if it weren't for the distracting small metal balls on each side of the head.
"What is this?"
"I got it done two weeks ago. Is it pretty?"
He looked at the pretty piercing, the pretty piercing looked back at him.
Needless to say, he spent more time the next three days on his knees than he did during his kindergarten punishments.)
"Would you rather we talk about Soonyoung ruining his girlfriend's piercing? That was hilarious, the needle literally went into the second nostril, and I have no idea how he did that-"
Jihoon slams his hand against the armrest, nearly knocking the jewelry over. "Enough! Let's just get this over with. I'll take the circular barbell, fine. But I don't want to hear any more piercing mishaps. Just do it quickly," he grabs at Junhui's collar and pulls him close.
Crazy people, Junhui thinks.
"Don't worry, Jihoon," he says softly, his voice a soothing contrast to the clinical surroundings. "I'll take good care of you."
As Junhui meticulously cleans the area and marks the perfect spot for the barbell, Jihoon clenches his fists tightly, trying to focus on anything other than the needle that would soon puncture his skin.
"Ready?" Junhui's question breaks through Jihoon's reverie, and he nods, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. He closes his eyes and takes deep, calming breaths, attempting to steady himself.
He feels a sharp pinch, and a moment of intense discomfort surges through him as the needle goes through. Surprisingly, the pain isn't as excruciating as he had imagined, but the adrenaline coursing through his veins still makes him shiver involuntarily. He bites his lip to stifle a cry, body tense.
"You're doing great, Jihoonie. Almost there."
Once the jewellery is secured, the man stands back, admiring his handiwork. He offers Jihoon a mirror to see the result, and Jihoon tentatively gazes at his reflection.
"See? It wasn't that bad," Junhui grins, patting his shoulder proudly. "Now you're officially part of the piercing club!"
Jihoon chuckles weakly, relieved that it's all finally behind him. He thanks Junhui for his work and support before making his way back to the waiting room, his legs trembling like a leaf.
As he steps into the main area, Wonwoo looks up from his work and raises an eyebrow. "Well, well, look who's back," he smirks. "Still alive, I see."
Jihoon rolls his eyes, not wanting to give Wonwoo the satisfaction of knowing how much the whole experience rattled him. "Yeah, yeah, save your gloating for someone who cares."
Quite distracted, he drives home and practically passes out on the bed.
Over the next few days, he follows Junhui's aftercare instructions diligently, cleaning it with saline and becoming acutely aware of his choice of clothing to ensure that nothing rubs against the delicate area. The initial discomfort is slow in subduing, but the numbness is as still as strong.
A few days later, he is on his balcony, enjoying the warm afternoon breeze and looking down at the waves crashing on the shoreline. The sliding doors open behind him, but he doesn't give it much attention.
He feels warm hands on his hips and a familiar chest pressing against his back. "How was your week, boo?"
Jihoon leans back so he's flush against Seungcheol. Only a contented sigh escapes his lips as he tilts his head slightly to the side, exposing his neck to Seungcheol's affectionate nuzzles. "A bit busy, but it was good."
"You know, I missed you like crazy," Seungcheol murmurs into the skin, deft hands squeezing at the soft hips. He turns the boy around and dips his head down for a kiss, pushing him against the railing.
The breeze ruffles their hair, and Seungcheol traces his fingers all the way towards Jihoon's jaw and then chest, accidentally brushing against the sore spot. Jihoon flinches back and instinctively covers it with a hand.
"What's this?" His voice turns high pitched as he looks at Jihoon, practically drooling like a dog, already red in the face.
"Oh, a just little surprise," Jihoon brushes it off, watching Seungcheol's eyes widen to the size of saucers. This should be fun.
"What kind of surprise?"
He knows his boyfriend knows exactly what kind of surprise it is, but maybe he likes playing stupid.
"You'll have to find out for yourself."
Seungcheol practically leaps forward but is effectively stopped by Jihoon's hand on his chest. He gulps, knowing damn well what kind of situation this is.
"Not before I get my treat first. Go get the leash, baby," he thumbs at Seungcheol's bottom lip teasingly, stepping away. He sways his hips walking towards the chaise, takes a seat and a long sip of his iced tea. Seungcheol on the other hand, once he's done ogling him, races inside the house.
This gives Jihoon a narrow window of time to calm his nerves and enjoy just a bit more peace and quiet.
He's thankful enough for the thick railing boards and the genius who invented them. Him and Seungcheol have spent way more time here than in the bedroom, far from prying eyes yet still feeling that prickle of excitement about possibly being seen.
When Seungcheol comes back, he's sporting a rather noticeable bulge in his sweatpants and it makes a pretty little grin stretch across Jihoon's face. "Kneel down, baby. Come here."
Seungcheol does as told, plopping down on his knees right between Jihoon's open legs, breaths coming out in irregular puffs. The leash makes a soft click around his neck as Jihoon works on it, pulling once to assure its tight enough. It ripples out a pathetic little whimper out of his kneeling boyfriend.
"Baby, you're already so excited for me aren't you?" Jihoon pulls him close by the leash into a messy kiss, stroking his hair and jaw. "I bet you're already leaking, aren't you?" He mumbles between kisses, gently pressing his foot down onto Seungcheol's crotch.
He admires his boyfriend for a moment, his spit slick and red lips and tongue darting over to soothe it, pretty slender neck and the leather wrapped around it this time instead of his fingers. It's absolutely mesmerising and has dick twitching against the fabric of his underwear.
He pulls open his zipper and takes himself into a palm, fingers tightly wrapped around the shaft. It doesn't take long before he works himself hard, the pretty sight in front of him doing most of the work.
Then, the leash is in his hands again, and he tugs until Seungcheol is leaned forward with his back arched. “I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. And maybe then you'll get your reward.”
He doesn't even get the chance to properly finish the sentence before Seungcheol goes down on him, lips wrapped around his whole length, taking him down to the base in one swift motion. There's always something about Seungcheol's lack of gag reflexes that could make a man cry…
Jihoon leans back a bit, humming contentedly, keeping the end of the leash wrapped around his hand just enough to prevent Seungcheol from pulling back.
The man has the perfect mouth and it's like he's made for blowing Jihoon, knowing exactly how and where to touch and lick, knowing exactly how to make his boyfriend arch off whatever surface they're having sex on. The balcony is no exception. But when his hand travels down into his own sweatpants, the leather in Jihoon's hand gets yanked to the side, leaving him briefly without air.
"God, look at you, you're already trying to touch yourself. And when did you hear me give you permission to do that?"
Seungcheol looks dejected, almost like a kicked puppy, staring up at him with wide eyes. That stopped working on Jihoon a long time ago, now it just pisses him off. "Come up here. And get rid of your pants."
Seungcheol pops off with a purposefully loud squelch and does as instructed, all with silent excitement. As soon as he's on the chaise, Jihoon wraps his fingers around him and tugs harshly, sending blood rushing to his head immediately. His head falls onto his boyfriend's shoulder, hips bucking into the closed fists.
It earns him a painful smack on the inside of his thigh, and he whimpers in both surprise and arousal.
"You like to be spanked, don't you? Okay, then I'll give you a good spanking. You're uncharacteristically quiet today, baby. What's wrong? Scared you might not get your reward?"
Still keeping silent earns him another smack, leaving a red mark on the skin. He scoots closer to Jihoon as much as he can, hands roaming down his shirt. Jihoon lets him for a while, lets him toy with the new piercing, just rolling it around two fingers until he can't feel his nipple anymore. And then the third strike lands harshly on Seungcheol's ass, almost jerking him off the chair.
"You want to fuck me?" He murmurs into Seungcheol's mouth, tracing a finger around his crotch but never touching properly. Teasing and pinching, but not once touching his leaking cock. "Learn forward, baby."
When they're snugly chest on chest, he makes him count to ten, all while pulling the leash behind Seungcheol as much as he can.
The first few smacks land directly on his ass, and they're rough and painful, almost merciless. The quieter he counts, the harder the slaps. On the fifth, when nothing comes out of Seungcheol's mouth, Jihoon hits him right beside the crotch, the area sensitive.
"Alright, five! Please, Hoonie… Please? I need you. You don't even have to fuck me, I'll ride your fingers. You don't have to do anything, I'll do all the work."
"Did you just beg to ride my fingers? Okay, yeah, I think I'd like to watch that."
Seungcheol picks up with the counting, holding himself back from sobbing somewhere between seven and eight. And then he's being yanked up by the collar haphazardly into Jihoon's lap. He rids them both of their shirts, wasting no time in working Jihoon's fingers slick with his tongue. He's quick and efficient with it, trembling with need at this point.
Jihoon finds it cute, in all honesty.
"You'd better keep still, you know I don't like it when you squirm too much."
Nodding his head frantically, Seungcheol is practically drooling as Jihoon's two fingers ease inside, met with little to no resistance. "Mm, feel so good, Jihoonie~"
"What do we say when someone gives us what we want? Where are your manners, baby? Do I need to fuck some sense back into you?"
"Thank you, Sir."
Jihoon hums and tugs the leash behind Seungcheol, craning his neck back. The man moans breathlessly, holding onto Jihoon's hips with all might, trying not to rock back against his fingers.
He does a stupid thing, something risky that could've given him blue balls for the rest of the day. Without any permission, he cranes his head down when Jihoon gets too focused on working him open to notice it. He closes his lips around Jihoon's now perky bud, tongue darting over it and teeth grazing against the skin.
Jihoon grunts, clearly satisfied, arching into the touch and rewarding him with another digit. He's numb there but something about Seungcheol latching onto his nipples sends all the right signals to his dick.
Unbelievable. That's how he'd describe this moment.
He curls up his fingers, drags them over the walls and presses wherever he deems fit, and soon enough, Seungcheol is coming all over his chest in thick stripes and breathless grunts.
"Cheol, I want you to fuck me so good I won't be able to look you in the eyes for a week without blushing. Am I clear?"
Seungcheol nods, eyes unfocused and trailing over Jihoon's lips.
They somehow stumble into the bedroom, and Jihoon finds himself laying on the mattress, legs bent and spread open to fit Seungcheol between them. The man slicks himself up slowly. "You don't have to prep me, baby, I had some fun this morning."
Seungcheol finds it a tad amusing but doesn't voice it, instead immediately making himself snug inside his boyfriend, pressing their cheeks together. "Where did you get this pretty thing?" He murmurs, fingers trailing over Jihoon's piercing.
"Got it at your place. Junhui did it."
Seungcheol looks at him a bit scared, biting down onto his lower lip.
"Oh, don't worry, he didn't tell me how you almost cried while getting your dick pierced."
"Oh my god."
Jihoon barks out a laugh, but it quickly dies down once Seungcheol starts moving without warning. Seungcheol's own piercing is absolutely maddening, makes him crazy. It's cold inside him, and smoothly rubbing against his walls.
He digs his nails into the skin of Seungcheol's back, trying to breathe through the first few harsh thrusts. But more importantly, trying not pathetically rock his hips. "You can go harder baby," he unclasps the leash and nudges it to the side.
His hips are lifted further into the air and Seungcheol makes worth of the angle, snapping his hips up in short but hard thrusts. "You're always so good for me, Jihoonie."
He preens under the praise, giggling breathesly into Seungcheol's shoulder. The man brushes the strands of hair from his forehead, and soon enough, Jihoon is coming with a sharp cry, body twisting and arching as much as the position allows him to. And immediately after, he feels Seungcheol do the same, all in warm spurts inside him.
And then the man collapses on top of him without pulling out, heavy and pliant. It makes Jihoon laugh and pish him off.
For a few minutes it's quiet, and then Seungcheol looks at him scrutinisingly. "I always pegged you for a nose piercing kind of guy. Maybe a septum piercing…"
"Seungcheol."
"...yeah?"
"Shut up."