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“You know,” Jay remarks. “When you said you wanted to play League together, I thought we’d end up actually playing League. ”
Seunghun shoots him a sheepish grin from where he’s just died for the fifth time—probably because he’s been way too distracted to actually play properly every time Jay lets him take control of the keyboard, given the fact that he is literally buried balls-deep in Jay’s ass (which Jay can’t help being at least mildly annoyed at, because hey, he’s the one with Seunghun’s fat cock pressed right up against his prostate, and he hasn’t been the one who keeps on dying .) “Sorry.”
(It starts like this: Jay tries to head off after their daily—well, nightly, at this point—practice to sneak in a quick game of League, especially since he doesn’t have to crawl back to the Onepact dorms for it since they’re all crashing at Bitsaeon’s apartment for the night and hey, Bitsaeon had said he could use his PC. Seunghun asks if they can play together.
“Saeon has one computer,” Jay reminds him.
“We can take turns?” Seunghun suggests, sounding just a little too hopeful.
Seunghun also has sushi for him, which Jay takes as a very bad sign, because Seunghun never has sushi unless he’s preparing to execute the greatest bribe in the history of bribes. Bitsaeon takes one look at said sushi, comments on how that was why Seunghun asked if he could dump some sushi in Bitsaeon’s fridge for a few hours, and tells them to at least shut the fuck up and get something in Jay’s mouth if they’re going to be doing anything so they don’t keep both him and Minseo up the whole night. “Also, don’t you dare get cum on my stuff,” he’d ordered.
Minseo just looks vaguely traumatised in advance.
“I thought I was being subtle!” Seunghun had protested.
“You never offer sushi to anyone unless you’re trying to fuck them!” Bitsaeon fires back, and Seunghun deflates like a punctured balloon. Jay briefly considers pointing out that he should really reconsider his idea of subtlety when he’s hanging around the dudes he’s been seeing more than his own group mates for the past few months, but then again, Jay doesn’t think he’s exactly the subtle type himself, so he really has no room to talk.
“So, um, do you still want the sushi?” Seunghun asks meekly once Bitsaeon finally leaves, mumbling something about kids and their sex drives. Jay resists the urge to yell back something snarky about how Bitsaeon’s own sex drive seems perfectly fine when he’s buried to the hilt in Jay, but because he’s a considerate hyung who would very much like to avoid traumatising Minseo further, he keeps his mouth shut. For once. It’s a Christmas miracle, Tag would say.
Jay absolutely wants the sushi.)
“Saeon-hyung said you’ll fuck anyone who asks,” Seunghun murmurs, trailing kisses up Jay’s neck almost reverently. After he’d let Seunghun and Bitsaeon fuck him at the same time, he’d thought the stars in Seunghun’s eyes would have dissolved completely, jaded by the fact that the man he’s been starstruck by since the beginning of the competition is really just a whore. If anything, it seems to have had the opposite effect. It hasn’t changed the way Seunghun stares at him like he hung the moon in the sky, but Seunghun’s been clingy ever since in a way that cuts a little deeper than just the Korean skinship that Jay’s American ass is honestly still trying to get used to, but Jay’s dealt with far clingier (heck, he’d say he’s pretty clingy himself), so he lets him.
“Is it because I let you fuck me when you asked? You’re not just anyone, though,” Jay replies, briefly wondering what kind of rumours Bitsaeon’s been telling Seunghun about him—not that they’re really rumours if they’re all true, but still.
“You know what I mean,” Seunghun whines, nuzzling his cheek into the back of Jay’s bare, sweat-damp neck. He’s completely abandoned the PC by now, arms wrapped around Jay’s slender waist instead. Jay tries to hide his smile. On-stage, Seunghun’s a beast, always strategising and showing off and insisting he can do it. Off-stage…Jay sometimes finds it hard to believe Seunghun’s two years older than him. “Have you been hooking up with the other guys ever since you started hooking up with us?”
The answer is no, really. Practice and just how insatiable his teammates are have been taking up most of his time (which is why he’d been so excited to sneak in an extra hour of League, but he supposes cockwarming Seunghun while they attempt to focus on League is a pretty close second), but Jay decides: fuck it, we’re not going anywhere, must as well fuel the fire. He plasters on the most coy grin he can manage, trailing one finger up the square curve of Seunghun’s jaw. “Jealous? Why do you care so much whose dick I ride?”
Seunghun wrinkles his nose. “Did you just quote Ariana Grande at me?”
“Absolutely,” Jay declares, doing his best to suppress his chuckle. “And what are you going to do about it?”
His sentence cuts itself off in a breathy moan when Seunghun jerks his hips upwards, driving his tip into Jay’s prostate. Fuck, he’s so big it’s unfair, thick and heavy where he presses into Jay, stretching him so wide he almost wonders if he could get off on the burn alone. His neglected cock leaks where it presses into the hem of the sweater he’s wearing, dripping precum over the fuzzy fabric.
“So you really are jealous, h-huh?” He can’t help the way he stumbles over his words, especially when Seunghun gets his hands firmly locked around his waist, bounces him on his cock in small, shallow motions, just enough for him to feel it, that glorious fullness stretching him open and keeping him there.
“Can’t help it.” Seunghun’s grip on his waist tightens, and Jay briefly wonders if it’ll bruise. If Seunghun’s purposeful fingers will daub the canvas of his body in scarlet and purple-blue. If he’ll lift his arms just a little too high and his shirt will ride up his stomach and the audience will see everything. The thought has heat coiling in his belly, scorching its way through his organs until it threatens to devour him alive. Seunghun’s lips are pressed to his throat again, gentle pecks that morph into languid, open-mouthed kisses, smacking wetly where they meet Jay’s sweat-slick skin, and even though Jay’s slept with Seunghun enough by now to know that he likes it rough, he can’t help appreciating little moments like this too, when Seunghun’s soft and tender and treats Jay like he’s the only thing he’s ever wanted. “You’re just too gorgeous.”
“Sap,” Jay cackles, even though he knows Seunghun’s been gone for him ever since the start, when he’d held up a sign with Jay’s name on it after Jay had picked him for his team and proudly declared: I’m your biggest fan. He moans unabashedly when Seunghun thrusts upwards, tries to get even more of himself into Jay even though he’s already buried to the hilt, balls pressed flush against Jay’s ass. “W-wait, we should move—”
Seunghun makes a disgruntled noise that sounds suspiciously like a whimper.
“Stop sulking, come on. Saeon’s going to murder me if we get his shit dirty. Well, he’s going to murder both of us, but mostly me.” Jay’s never been so grateful for all those hours spent at the gym as he plants his feet on the floor and somehow manages to lift himself off Seunghun’s cock, suppressing his whine at the sensation of being so suddenly empty as Seunghun slips out of him with an embarrassing squelch from how much lube they used. Jay prays none of it’s stained Bitsaeon’s gaming chair.
He doesn’t make it far—not that he’s exactly sure where he’s going, but he supposes anywhere except within a fifty feet radius of Bitsaeon’s precious PC is better than nothing—when he feels hands grabbing his hips hard enough to bruise. Jay barely has time to catch his breath before he’s being flipped around, back slamming into the wall, Seunghun’s broad palms splayed out across his waist.
“You know,” Seunghun rasps. “I think you’re toying with me. Acting all coy and evasive and trying to get me jealous because you want to rile me up. You want to get fucked good, don’t you?”
Like this, he looks—different, somehow. Intimidating, if Jay were to put a word to it. Two years older and six centimetres taller and far more muscular despite Jay’s recent efforts, practically towering over him with how he’s hunched against the wall, spine still stinging from both riding Seunghun’s unfairly massive cock and being flung around like a ragdoll. He’s not like Bitsaeon, taller than Jay but lanky enough to soothe the sting, to bring him down to Jay’s level. Seunghun is pure power and the way he looms over Jay right now lets Jay know that he sure as hell knows it. He’s competitive, always as been, far more competitive than even Jay himself, and he’s got the upper hand now. There’s no trace of the clingy, whiney hyung that had refused to unwrap his arms from Jay’s waist earlier. All that remains is Kim Seunghun as Jay knows him, backing him into a corner, trapping him right where he wants him.
Jay can’t suppress his grin.
“If I wanted to get fucked good, I’d go sit in Saeon’s lap,” he heckles. It’s a sore spot for Seunghun—how Bitsaeon’s known Jay for so much longer, how he’d know him better, how he’d know how to fuck him better—and Jay’ll be damned if he sure as hell doesn’t know it. Jay doesn’t really mean it—doesn’t really mean half the shit he says, honestly, and all of them fuck him in such vastly different ways that it would be unfair to try comparing any of them—but he knows it’ll push all of Seunghun’s buttons just right.
Judging by the darkness settling itself into Seunghun’s eyes, he’s taken the bait. “Really? If he’s so good to you, why didn’t you just go fuck Saeon-hyung instead?”
“Because you asked.” Jay looks up at him, long lashes fluttering, bottom lip catching itself between his teeth. Hopes Seunghun thinks he’s pretty even though he knows he’s a mess, dressed in nothing but his sweater, hair damp with sweat and pulled askew by Seunghun’s earlier ministrations. “And you know that I’ll fuck anyone who asks .”
Seunghun growls, actually growls low in his throat like some alpha in those trashy werewolf romance novels they laugh about when they have nothing better to do. In normal circumstances, Jay would tease him about it. He’s pretty sure Seunghun would be wildly mortified over it in normal circumstances too. But now, when he’s gaping and horny and so hard it aches, it all goes straight to his cock. Seunghun’s hand wraps itself around his bare thigh, hikes it up, spreads his legs wider, and oh. Jay can’t hold back the squeak he lets out as Seunghun presses the head of his cock right against his fluttering hole, just barely pushing in.
“ Fuck, Hun, come on —” Jay gasps, words ragged from having Seunghun right there. His plea cuts off in a moan when the tip of Seunghun’s dick slowly, agonisingly, sinks in, just the first inch or so. Jay tries to rut back on his cock, but Seunghun’s firm grip holds him in place, one hand grasping his thigh so hard he’s sure it’ll leave marks behind and the other pinning him to the wall, and that’s when Jay realises he may have fucked up a teensy, tiny, little bit.
He’s so empty, nothing but the tip of Seunghun’s length keeping him stretched wide open, nowhere near deep enough to satisfy him. Jay squirms in Seunghun’s hold, grinds his ass down in futile little motions, pure need no match for Seunghun’s muscular form, grip firm with the intent of keeping Jay there. He clenches down as much as he can and tries not to think about how Seunghun’s just watching, eyes dark with amusement as he enjoys the show that Jay’s desperation is undoubtedly putting on for him.
“Aren’t you going to move—” Jay pants, doing his best to wriggle out of Seunghun’s grasp so he can fuck more of that glorious dick into himself. It’s no use—Seunghun’s too strong, and with only one leg braced against the ground and his back held firmly to the wall, he can’t get enough leverage to even move. He bites back a whine, clamping down as much as he can when Seunghun’s hips draw back ever so slightly, threatening to leave Jay even more empty than he already is.
“Why would I?” There’s a faint sheen of sweat beading Seunghun’s forehead, the slightest twitch of the muscles in his jaw signifying that he’s actively having to hold himself back, but otherwise, he looks completely at ease. He’s smiling— smirking, really, smirking with the knowledge that he’s got Jay right where he wants him. Rock-hard and desperate and almost begging for it. “I like you like this just fine.”
“Such a bad hyung,” Jay manages to grit out, unable to keep the smile from spreading over his face when he feels Seunghun’s cock twitch. “Being so mean to your dongsaeng.”
He moans airlessly when Seunghun hikes his thigh up higher and pushes into him in one fluid thrust, so suddenly full it punches all the oxygen out of his lungs. Jay barely has time to catch his breath before Seunghun’s leaning down to kiss him, tongue slipping itself into his mouth as saliva drips down both their chins. Jay lets him easily, lips moving against Seunghun’s own as one hand reaches up to cup Seunghun’s jaw gently.
“You’re insufferable,” Seunghun murmurs against Jay’s lips.
“And you love me for it,” Jay teases. It comes out ragged, relieved at finally having something fill him to the very brim. Seunghun’s hips jerk forward, pushing himself in even more, and a small gasp slips from Jay’s mouth, so deep he can feel Seunghun in his throat. Seunghun rocks himself in just that tiny bit deeper, punching a squeak out of Jay’s chest. He hadn’t thought there was space in him anymore, but there is, somehow, and Seunghun seems intent on filling it completely.
Seunghun’s rough from the get-go, knows Jay’s already more than stretched enough from earlier. Jay’s back hits the wall with an audible thud when Seunghun thrusts forward, his grip on Jay’s waist momentarily slipping. “Hey, I’m going to need to be able to actually stand on stage,” Jay complains.
“Sorry,” Seunghun replies, not sounding sorry at all. Still, he leans in to press a few apologetic kisses to the base of Jay’s throat, his fingers hiking up the hem of Jay’s sweater just enough to wrap one hand around his waist again, and Jay supposes that’s enough, especially when Seunghun yanks himself almost all the way out of him and then fucks back in hard enough to make him whine. “Ah, shit. We forgot to get something in your mouth.”
“I can control myself,” Jay huffs.
Seunghun grins, all teeth and genuine mirth that makes his eyes crinkle up at the edges, glittering with the kind of boyish charm that never fails to have Jay melting to his knees. “Really? You’re always so loud, though.” As if to prove his point, he snaps his hips into Jay again, a startled yelp tumbling past Jay’s lips.
“That didn’t count,” Jay mutters, cheeks burning pink.
“Sure.” Seunghun leans in to kiss him again, muffling what would have been a particularly loud moan with his mouth. Jay feels himself redden even more, suddenly so naked despite the sweater still riding up the slim curve of his waist, the waist that Seunghun’s undoubtedly leaving bruises all over in the shape of his fingertips, engraving himself onto Jay’s body both inside and out, marking up his skin as he molds his insides to the shape of his cock. Seunghun knows how to fuck, and he fucks rough, each thrust punching another slew of embarrassingly bitchy noises from Jay’s half-parted lips. There’s a mortifyingly wet squelch every time his length draws itself out of Jay, and Seunghun evidently notices too, judging by the sharp inhale he sucks in through his teeth. “Shit, you’re so fucking wet. Just like a girl. You sure this isn’t a pussy I’m fucking right now, Jay?”
Jay’s eyes blink open wide, a moan escaping his lips before he can stop himself. His hands scrabble for Seunghun, nails raking themselves down his back, searching for purchase in the hoodie he’s wearing, tangling themselves in the thick fabric. He’s blushing even more now, which he hadn’t thought possible. “I’m not—it’s just the lube—fuck, you know that—”
“You know what I think? I think you like being fucked like a girl,” Seunghun declares, and something in Jay’s brain short-circuits a little. Heat flares in his belly, one hand flying off Seunghun’s back to clamp itself over his own mouth. He’s fucking drooling and it’s embarrassing as fuck and Seunghun doesn’t seem to fucking care, simply yanking Jay’s leg up higher and fucking into him harder. His palm moves from Jay’s waist to cradle the small of his back, something that Jay’s immensely grateful for, because he’s pretty sure he’d be slamming into the wall with every thrust if Seunghun wasn’t holding him up, his feet completely lifted off the floor by now. His toes curl involuntarily, something jumping in his stomach when Seunghun fucks right into his prostate, the wail he lets out so loud that his hand does nothing to muffle the noise.
“Told you that you were loud,” Seunghun murmurs, leaning down to dot kisses all over Jay’s jaw, his hips never stopping their relentless movements, and Jay damn near screams.
“Hyung,” Jay whimpers, all the fight and tease and talk fucked right out of him, no words left in his brain except how fucking good it all feels, wiping his mind completely blank. “Hyung, nngh, fuck—”
“It’s okay,” and he’s leaning in to kiss Jay again, seems to like kissing more than all the rest of them put together do, or maybe it’s just because it’s Jay he’s kissing. “Just stay put and be a good girl for me.”
It’s just so much and Jay genuinely thinks he might die, body jolting forward helplessly as Seunghun holds him in place, punches into his prostate with every thrust. His thighs clamp themselves together, trembling madly as Seunghun easily prises them apart and slots himself between Jay’s legs again, using his own body to keep Jay’s legs spread just as wide as his ass, straining around Seunghun’s unfairly large cock.
He’s hyperaware of just how large when Seunghun’s hand presses itself to Jay’s waist again, shoving up the hem of his sweater unceremoniously. A groan tumbles from his lips, palm splaying itself over Jay’s flat stomach. “Jay—you’ve got to—holy fuck. ”
He reaches for Jay’s hand, Jay easily letting one palm drift off Seunghun’s shoulders and when Seunghun shifts it so his hand’s pressed to his own stomach— holy fuck is right, because… fuck, Jay can feel him. He can feel the faint outline of Seunghun bulging from his flat stomach, prominent beneath his taut skin, and it damn near makes him lose his mind right then and there.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He’s so close it hurts, everything—the swell in his stomach and the thick length filling him up and stretching him so wide he can barely breathe and just how rough Seunghun’s being, fucking into Jay like he’s nothing more than a doll—pushing him just that maddeningly tiny bit closer to the edge. Tears form at the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall as Seunghun practically rips him apart, and fuck, he wants it so bad.
“Close, hyung, I’m gonna—”
Seunghun rolls the hem of his sweater down until the heavy fabric’s fully covering Jay’s hard, leaking cock. “Best not to get Saeon-hyung’s walls dirty, then.”
Jay expects him to touch him, to wrap a hand around his dick over the fabric, but instead, Seunghun’s hand reaches lower…and then he’s pressing one finger into Jay’s ass right next to his cock, stretching him even wider than he already is, and Jay’s vision goes completely white as he cums with something between a scream and a sob, spilling all over the inside of his sweater.
Seunghun just keeps going, continuing to drive himself into Jay’s abused hole even when his sight begins to blur at the edges from overstimulation, hands shoving limply at Seunghun’s chest. It’s no use. He’s too weak to do anything more than whimper as Seunghun just uses him, pleas of hyung, no more, too sensitive, slipping out between his sobs.
Just as Jay’s beginning to wonder if he might actually pass out, Seunghun cums in him with a groan, the sensation of the warmth filling him up making Jay’s eyes roll back in his head. He slumps bonelessly against the wall, sure he’d fall if it weren’t for Seunghun’s shaking arms still holding him up. There’s something curling in his veins, a bone-deep heat that wraps itself around his heart, especially when Seunghun leans in for another weary kiss, nothing more than an affectionate peck this time. He’s probably just as worn out and sated as Jay is—Jay can feel the way his limbs quiver as he desperately tries to keep both of them upright.
“Fuck,” Jay wheezes. He’s sweaty and sticky and satisfied as fuck, and in all honesty, he thinks he’d be content with staying here forever if he didn’t feel how much Seunghun’s arms are trembling. His legs almost give out from under him when Seunghun finally eases him off his cock, both hands bracing himself against the wall. “I should make you jealous more often.”
“You’re terrible,” Seunghun complains. “Playing with my feelings like this.”
Jay can’t help rolling his eyes fondly, shooting a silly grin in Seunghun’s direction to let him know that he doesn’t really mean it. “If it makes you feel better, I haven’t hooked up with anyone other than you three since you and Saeon fucked me that one time. And if it makes you feel even better, it’s not like Minseo and I have done much .”
“It’s okay if it’s with any of us. Hunminjaybit, I mean.” Seunghun leans over, wraps his arms around Jay’s neck loosely. He’s considerate to not put any of his weight on him, as if he knows just as well as Jay that he’ll just keel over and die right now if even a gust of wind were to blow through the room. “It’s just—the other guys, you know? I’m not trying to control whose dick you ride, ” he says, and Jay can’t hide his smile. “But you can’t blame me for being jealous.” He nuzzles his cheek into Jay’s throat, ghosts his lips over his skin. “You’re just too gorgeous. Kind of want to keep you all to myself.”
Jay reaches out to card his hand through Seunghun’s hair, ruffling the dark blonde locks affectionately. “Hyung.”
“Sorry, sorry. Can’t help it. Think I’m halfway in love with you already.”
Jay doesn’t really know for sure if Seunghun means it or if he’s just joking, but something tells him he already knows the answer, so he just kisses Seunghun’s cheek and whispers, “I know.”
It’s not enough for forever, but it is for now.
(The first thing a very disgruntled Bitsaeon does when he wakes up in the morning is to fling a pillow at them, ignoring the way Jay bursts into cackles when it smacks Seunghun right in the face. “I told you to put something in his mouth so he doesn’t keep everyone awake all night! Let the fucking kid sleep !” Seunghun starts whining apologies as he peels the pillow off his face. Minseo still looks vaguely traumatised.)