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“Sol-ah? Come to the studio,” Jihoon sighs into the phone, and Hansol is quick to throw a hoodie on and walk out the door.
It’s not uncommon to get a text or phone call from this hyung and it makes him happy to know that his input is greatly appreciated– as any input is from any member, but it still makes him feel special. Something itches at his brain that this is about something else. Maybe it was the way Jihoon sounded, or maybe it was the way he said five words and then hung up. Butterflies flap their wings in Hansol’s stomach.
When Hansol arrives, passcode memorised, he closes the door quickly and allows a moment to pass to let his eyes adjust to the low lighting. “Hey, hyung,” he says as he makes his way over to the chair Jihoon usually sits in, giving a polite smile as the man turns to look at him.
He’s hard. So. That answers that.
“Hi, Sollie. C’mere,” Jihoon hums, and Hansol is nothing if not obedient. He steps forward, hands easily resting on Jihoon’s shoulders as he finds his spot between the elder’s open legs. He enjoys watching Jihoon smile for him, and enjoys more how he strokes his hands up and down his legs. “Can you be good for me tonight?”
Hansol eagerly nods. It’s sweet that Jihoon always asks. He appreciates it, not that he needs it. “Yes, sir.”
Wordlessly, Jihoon rolls his chair a distance away from his desk. It’s a silent command, one that he taught Hansol to recognize, like teaching a puppy a trick. His face flushes with how easily the comparison came to his mind. The embarrassment continues as he quickly gets on his hands and knees, finding the cushion Jihoon always lays out for him and kneeling atop it.
“Good boy,” Jihoon smiles down at him after he’s scooted back into position, taking some time to pet Hansol’s head. Like he was a puppy. The younger whines at the back of his throat in response.
Jihoon doesn’t say anything else– He only moves to pull his shorts right under where his half hard cock rests. Hansol wastes no time, leaning in and taking it into his mouth. He takes as much as he can as soon as possible, and he’s rewarded with Jihoon’s satisfied sigh, hand patting at his head again for a short moment.
Hansol lets his eyes flutter shut, resting his head against his hyung’s thigh as his cock swells further in his mouth, fully hard and forcing his jaw to accommodate it. He doesn't do anything to it. Maybe he suckles a bit, but other than that he knows it’s his place to just cockwarm Jihoon until he decides on another way to use him, or he’s simply done. Hansol is content regardless.
Hansol’s mind swims into his subspace whenever he’s sat down here. He thinks about how much he likes being used like a toy, likes being used and paid no mind, how much he likes the weight on his tongue. He’s at ease when he’s used like this. He’s happy he gets to be.
His mind moves slow enough, filled with cotton, that he doesn’t realize how much time passes until Jihoon eases his nearly soft cock back out of his mouth, a hand firm in Hansol’s hair to stop him from chasing it. He rolls his chair back only a short distance, but the fist in soft hair remains rooted in place; it urges Hansol to crawl forward with a quiet whimper, the sound reverberating throughout the quiet. The only noise aside from his shuffling is the hum of the lights; the realisation hits that he can actually properly be seen now, and it makes him flush red in embarrassment even as Jihoon begins to coo softly at him.
“Look at how pretty you are baby,” the elder murmurs, wiping drool off his chin that he doesn’t remember dripping past his lips, “Always make such a mess don’t you?” Jihoon smiles down like it’s a compliment, like he’s proud of Hansol for it. Warmth stirs in the pit of his gut as he nods. He supposes he’s proud of it too, then.
“Are you wet, puppy?” Jihoon asks after a beat of silence, leaning down to tug at the younger’s hand, pulling and pulling until Hansol finds himself in his lap. Hansol actually isn’t really sure– He shrugs a little to express this. He squirms a little though, and winces at the little squelch he hears. He nods without meeting Jihoon’s eyes, and the man laughs at the action. Hansol is quick to hide his face in his hyung’s neck, that embarrassed flare coming back to burn his cheeks.
“Don’t hide, pretty. You don’t want your sir to help you?” Jihoon manhandles Hansol easily, pulling and shoving him until they’re back to chest, the younger’s sweats and boxers only as low as they need to be, and his knees hiked over the armrests. Hansol protests the whole time, shy despite knowing that he’s meant to be used by his hyung, by everyone. Those butterflies are flapping their wings again as all of the emotions of this agreement hit him at once.
He gulps as he feels slim fingers slide unceremoniously down his stomach, feels Jihoon’s cock twitch against his ass. “Sir,” he whines, hands clasped at his chest as he watches the scene unfold– Feels two fingers slip against his folds, sure to be thoroughly coated with his own arousal before they shove themselves into his hole.
Hansol cries out as Jihoon’s arm around his waist tightens to try and stop his squirming, fingering him hard and fast, the heel of his palm digging into his clit. “Wait,” he sobs, overwhelmed nearly immediately with how fast Jihoon presses incessant fingertips into that sensitive spot inside him, head thrown back onto the other’s shoulder as he’s held in place.
Sensitivity makes itself known before Hansol can even recognize how worked up he apparently is from cockwarming of all things. His eyes roll back as he’s brought to orgasm in not even 10 minutes, back arching and a wail of a moan squeaking out of his chest as he trembles, his cum getting fucked out of his hole and dribbling down his skin.
It takes moments of whining and sobbing before Jihoon finally stops playing with Hansol’s now thoroughly fucked cunt, and the younger hiccups as he’s finally shown some mercy.
“Not gonna say thank you?”
“Th… thank you, sir,” Hansol slurs, curling up and tucking himself against Jihoon’s body, small and, admittedly, sated.
“Good boy,” came the undoubtedly proud response punctuated with a kiss to the forehead. “You’re very welcome.”