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“Sorry,” Jungwoo said, blinking into the sudden darkness, his hair caught on the static of his sudden roof of blankets and sheets. “That could have been, um, fun, I guess.”
Could being the operative word, Jungwoo thought, suspecting that there was an equally good chance that it could have been incredibly, terribly awkward. Maybe it was the kind of thing that Jaehyun found amusing, parading his hook-up at a fancy affair that was meant to celebrate eternal love, but Jungwoo just wasn’t sure it was all that appropriate to be introduced as a date when the most in-depth conversation they had had was over a shared pot of ramen thirty minutes after Jungwoo had come all over Jaehyun’s chest. Said conversation had mostly consisted of Jungwoo rambling about how he had ended up at the club that night — finals were looming and did Jaehyun know how hard engineering course finals were, sorry he didn’t even know what Jaehyun did for work, but obviously he was doing well and anyway he had needed to blow off some steam and well, things sure had gotten steamy hadn’t they, ha ha ha .
Jaehyun had just stood there, looking way too good for 2am, smiling at him like he found Jungwoo’s verbal diarrhea kind of endearing. Jaehyun hadn’t said much about himself, or said much of anything really, other than asking Jungwoo what he wanted to eat or drink or to wear to bed, handing over a brand new toothbrush and asked Jungwoo which side of the bed he preferred.
It was all so sweet that Jungwoo thought he definitely would have said yes if Jaehyun had asked him on a normal date, something like getting a cup of coffee or going for dinner, but here in the dark, beneath the sheets, breathing in air that was quickly growing warm and thick with the scent of Jaehyun’s toothpaste and shampoo, Jungwoo could admit that he was maybe a little bit relieved that he had an excuse not to go to a full-on wedding with someone who knew more about the internal temperature of his body than his inner self.
“Is it an important gig?”
Jaehyun’s question snatched him out of his stupor. Jungwoo snatched himself out of the covers, needing to breathe oxygen that wasn’t half Jaehyun’s carbon-dioxide. “Is anything that involves performing labor in our late capitalist hellhole of society really important?”
Jaehyun’s laughter shook the sheet stretched over his still naked chest, his eyes softening into that same earlier fondness, like he found Jungwoo’s late-night socialism kind of cute. “I’ll take that as a no, then?”
“A no but yes.” Jungwoo smiled and rolled onto his side, pillowing his hands beneath his chin and staring at the truly impressive lines of Jaehyun’s jaw. “Unfortunately, as someone who is not a member of the owner class and needs to work to pay bills, yeah, it kind of is an important gig. Also, my friend pulled strings to get me the position so I could make rent and I am way too scared of his mom-wrath to flake.”
“You’re funny,” Jaehyun murmured, little lines spidering out from the corner of his deep-eye smile.
“Thanks.” Jungwoo felt honored, somehow, to have been the cause of the two oversized dimples hollowing out Jaehyun’s cheeks.
Hands moved beneath the sheets, a palm suddenly splayed on Jungwoo’s thigh, Jaehyun’s fingers playing with the drawstrings of Jungwoo’s borrowed shorts. “You’re also hot.”
“You should look in a mirror.” Jungwoo squeezed his thighs together, trapping Jaehyun’s wandering hand.
Jaehyun curled his fingers so they brushed against Jungwoo’s dick. “I do. Often enough to know how good we would look together.” Jungwoo squeezed tighter and turned his warming cheek into the softness of Jaehyun’s fine thread count sheets. “I wouldn’t have minded showing you off at the wedding.”
“What am I, a show dog to be led around?”
Jaehyun laughed and closed the inches between their lips, breathing his answer into Jungwoo’s mouth. “Maybe. You already proved how well you can sit and beg.” Jungwoo’s face went slack with shock and not a little bit of arousal. Jaehyun laughed and pushed Jungwoo’s thighs open. “Do you know other tricks, good boy?”
“Did you really just say that?” Jungwoo complained, not sure whether or not he regretted the fact that his cock was already half hard in the cup of Jaehyun’s palm. “That’s so bad.”
Jaehyun kissed him, humming into it like he was taking Jungwoo’s concerns under serious consideration. His hand slipped beneath Jungwoo’s cock, thumb stroking his hole through the cotton of Jungwoo’s borrowed pants. “Show me. I’ll give you a treat.”
“A treat? The dick isn’t that good,” Jungwoo lied through his teeth, not sure why he didn’t want to come off as easy when he had already been beyond simple for Jaehyun. Jaehyun laughed into the curve of his throat like he thought it was hilarious to have his cock maligned.
“Fair enough,” Jaehyun murmured, propping himself up on one elbow to stare at Jungwoo like he was some sort of fascinating specimen, like a butterfly pinned to his mattress and sheets. “I suppose it can be my turn to beg.” Jaehyun’s smile was lovely in the soft gray light, ten degrees sweeter than the filth coming out of his mouth. “Baby, let me have another treat.”
Jungwoo did some quick mental math. It was currently 2:42am. He needed to be awake, dressed, and functional for the function by 10am. His apartment and his catering suit were a long bus ride across town. The sum of both should have come out as too expensive for him to afford giving Jaehyun a…treat…for a second time, but there were times in life that a man just needed to splurge.
“Alright,” Jungwoo acquiesced, shrugging one shoulder as if it was no big deal, even though he was already reaching for the nape of Jaehyun’s neck, ready to pull him and give him the taste he wanted so badly. “But make it quick. And make it gentle-ish. I really do have to work tomorrow.”
“Damn.” Jaehyun shook his head, his bangs falling over his eyes and his smile turning a shade of playful Jungwoo hadn’t yet seen painted on his handsome face. “Capitalism really does suck, doesn’t it?”
“Said the chaebol-heir who didn’t get to fuck the serving boy hard and fast.” Jungwoo rolled his eyes and rolled with it, liking the way Jaehyun’s chest felt pressed against his, liking the way Jaehyun seemed to find him so clever, so worth another go. “Welcome to the socialist revolution, comrade,” Jungwoo murmured, turning his cheek and opening his mouth to the deep, lingering curl of Jaehyun’s tongue.
“Who said I was a chaebol-heir?” Jaehyun asked after he had finished sucking on Jungwoo’s already kiss-bruised lower lip, as if he wanted it to be obvious to anyone and everyone that Jungwoo had been kissed long and hard and well.
Jungwoo touched a shaky finger to his lips, arching his back to let Jaehyun strip him out of the clothes Jaehyun had set out for him on the edge of his giant bed less than an hour before, cotton shorts and a t-shirt that were from the luxury brand that had a deal with Jungwoo’s favorite idol. The clothes landed on the darkened bedroom floor with a quiet plop, no longer so neatly folded, no longer warming Jungwoo’s skin.
“Believe me, the Porsche and the penthouse apartment in Yongsan spoke volumes.”
“Mmm.” Jaehyun kissed up and down the line of his throat and put his hand between Jungwoo’s thighs, playing with a body that was still a little bit stretched and open, touching Jungwoo just how he liked it when it was late and the mood was caught somewhere between exhaustion and eroticism. “What else did they tell you about me?”
“More than you did.” Jungwoo’s teasing laughter twisted into a breathy moan when Jaehyun dipped his head and licked his nipple at the same time as he took his fingers out of Jungwoo’s ass and pinched the thickest part of his outer thigh.
“You didn’t ask.” Jaehyun rubbed his palm over Jungwoo’s stung skin and started drifting down towards Jungwoo’s stomach. “Granted, your mouth has been kinda full most of tonight.”
Jungwoo’s eyes rolled and then rolled back into his head when Jaehyun winked at him and then disappeared beneath the sheets, his lips soft and wet around Jungwoo’s cock. Jungwoo watched in slight disbelief as the covers bobbed with the slow up and down of Jaehyun’s head. He wondered why he was so surprised that Jaehyun would want to suck him off, why he had expected that Jaehyun would just want to get him lubed up enough to fuck him again. He hadn’t really expected Jaehyun to keep any of his pretty promises, but he also hadn’t expected to be asked to be a wedding date or to be given a brand new toothbrush and his preferred side of the bed.
Jungwoo tossed off the covers, wanting to see what a face that handsome looked like between his legs. He wished they had left a light on so he could better appreciate the view, but there was something intimate about trying to make out Jaehyun’s curves and lines in the almost darkness. He could see the hollows of Jaehyun’s cheeks and he imagined that he could see warmth in the gaze that squinted up at him before Jaehyun deep-throated him and Jungwoo couldn’t see anything but the backs of his eyelids. He bent his knees and let his hips push up into Jaehyun’s surprisingly willing mouth, giving into the urge to fuck Jaehyun’s throat for just a moment, taking him a little bit roughly even though he had been the one to insist on gentle.
If Jaehyun kept blowing him like this, Jungwoo would at the very least be keeping it quick.
He felt fingertips on his lips. Jungwoo opened his eyes and opened his mouth, sucking on Jaehyun’s fingers with the same sloppy enthusiasm that he had sucked on Jaehyun’s cock. Jaehyun pressed down on his tongue for one long, hard moment, almost to the point that Jungwoo thought he might choke, only for Jaehyun to laugh and then take his chew toys away.
“Put a pillow under your hips,” Jaehyun said, effortlessly bossy in the way that came natural to the rich and powerful. “I’m going to get you wet and then I’m going to get in you.”
Jungwoo followed his command without a second thought, probably scrambling a little bit too fast to shove what had been Jaehyun’s pillow beneath his bottom to come off as anything but desperate.
“I thought the dick wasn’t that good?” Jaehyun laughed at him while pushing Jungwoo’s knees back and littering kisses on the inside of his thighs.
“Shut up.” Jungwoo threw an arm over eyes and let Jaehyun fold him even further in half, deciding it was worth the ache in his hip flexors and his lower back to make room for the press of Jaehyun’s tongue inside his body. “The dick is so good,” Jungwoo confessed, suppressing the urge to clamp his thighs around Jaehyun’s handsome face and keep him there forever. “It’s insane how good it is.” Jaehyun slipped the fingers that Jungwoo had drenched into his hole, stretching him out and making room for the caress of tongue and lips, lips and tongue. Jungwoo felt his sanity start to slip away when Jaehyun turned and bit his thigh, hard enough to leave a mark but not to break skin, just enough of a sting to make Jungwoo moan and reconsider his stance on begging. “Fuck,” Jungwoo cursed, even though usually didn’t, having long felt cursing was beneath a mouth as pretty as his own.
Jaehyun bit him again and then pulled his fingers out, wiping his mouth as he crawled up the length of Jungwoo’s body and murmured, “Say please.”
Jungwoo wanted to say something witty, but all of his wit had flown directly south, making him hard up and dick-dumb. He decided there were worse things in the world than begging a beautiful man to fuck him, so he let Jaehyun have what he wanted, just like had all night long, putting his lips on Jaehyun’s ear and pleading:
“Please, please, please. Give it to me. I’ll even do tricks for you if that’s what you want.”
Jaehyun’s self-satisfied laughter was deep and sweet, carrying over as Jungwoo listened to the sound of a bedside drawer being opened one-handed. He wondered not for the first time how many times Jaehyun had done this in the dark to know exactly how far it was to reach for a condom, but filed that thought away with all of the other questions he hadn’t asked, all of the doubts he hadn’t expressed, because what business was it of his how his hot, rich, fantastically good in bed, new friend spent his free time?
“No tricks required. Just let me make you feel good.” Jaehyun put his head in the crook of Jungwoo’s neck and kissed him behind the ear, blowing on the wet spot he left behind.
“Well, by all means.” Jungwoo shivered and spread his legs to make room for Jaehyun, closing his eyes and concentrating on the feeling of Jaehyun fucking him for the second time that night.
True to his word, Jaehyun was gentle with him, as if he knew that Jungwoo was a little sore from being bent over a couch and railed, as if he knew that the only way to have sex when it was beyond the middle of the night, was soft and slow, blanketing them both in a gauzy, dreamlike kind of arousal. It was so intimate that he felt glad that Jaehyun kept his face buried in Jungwoo’s neck because he knew that he wouldn’t have been able to look Jaehyun in the eyes if he had looked up and stared at Jungwoo once more like he wanted to dissect his every thought.
Jungwoo liked it, he liked the way Jaehyun’s cock felt inside of him, he liked the way Jaehyun knew how to stroke him just right and how to leave the marks of his affection in places that no one else would see. If Jaehyun looked at him too deeply, he would know it all, know it more than he already did and Jugnwoo wasn’t sure he wanted to be so perceived by some guy he had picked up in the VIP. He wrapped a leg around Jaehyun’s waist and tilted his hips, smiling at the ceiling when Jaehyun bottomed out with a loud groan, happy to have been able to take Jaehyun by surprise even once. Jaehyun sucked on his collarbone and pulled Jungwoo’s even tighter, almost holding him up off of the bed. Jungwoo just hung on for dear life and let his head tip back on the pillow, arching his neck to make room for wherever Jaehyun wanted to next make him all pink and red and ruined.
“Can you come?” Jaehyun asked, the pace of his thrusts picking up for the first time, gentle making way for the inevitable rush to the finish. “I want to come with you.”
Jungwoo’s toes curled, his teeth sinking into his lip as he thought about the ridiculous intimacy of Jaehyun’s request. “Yeah,” Jungwoo moaned, wanting to be ridiculous, even if just until the lust cleared. “If that’s what you want.”
Like being asked to a wedding before being asked for his phone number, Jungwoo wasn’t sure if it was too much, too soon to have sex like this – pressed together from top to toe — so close that the beginning of tomorrow’s beard was chafing the delicate skin of his throat in all the places that Jaehyun’s lips and jaw touched. Jungwoo was going to wear Jaehyun all over his body for days, he was going to serve canapes and champagne and know that there were teeth marks on his inner thighs and a love bite just behind his ear. He was going to smile and be polite with lips that were chapped from kissing a man he barely knew.
He slipped a hand between their bodies and fist his cock, his body protesting that it was tired and that Jungwoo was greedy, trying to do this again when he had come hard enough to see stars only hours earlier. Jaehyun’s breathing was ragged and sharp, a hint of urgency in the way he was fucking Jungwoo now. Jungwoo tried to match him, to meet Jaehyun where he was, holding back his orgasm until he heard Jaehyun groan his name and dig his fingers into Jungwoo’s thigh, clearly going over the edge. Jungwoo cursed, again, let Jaehyun have the pleasure of hearing him beg and beg and beg until he was boneless and covered in come again.
Jaehyun’s weight as he collapsed into Jungwoo’s arms was heavy, but pliant and warm, like a blanket that smelled of sex and pricey body wash. “Damn,” Jaehyun said, running a hand down Jungwoo’s side, before rolling over and pulling off the condom. “I would beg for you anytime, if it’s gonna be like that.”
Jungwoo let out a shaky breath, laughter bubbling up beneath the exhaustion and exhilaration. “Mood,” Jungwoo said, too fucked out to bother with pretending otherwise.
“Oh yeah?” Jaehyun stumbled off the bed on gratifyingly wobbly legs, wandering into the bathroom to rinse out his mouth and toss a towel at Jungwoo’s laughing face. “Even if I am a chaebol-heir member of the owner class?”
“Oh, so you admit to loving capitalism now that you’ve gotten what you wanted?” Jungwoo wiped off his stomach and between his legs before carefully dropping the towel on Jaehyun’s floor. “I see how it is.”
“I didn’t say that.” Jaehyun slid beneath the sheets and kissed Jungwoo, a minty sigh that curled around Jungwoo’s tongue. “I do like fucking this serving-boy, though.”
Jungwoo probably should have punched him for that one, but all it did was make him laugh and fall deeper in Jaehyun’s kiss and deeper into trouble, almost up to the point that he wanted to call Doyoung and tell him that he felt sick, he couldn’t possibly work and then spend the rest of the day being charmed by the absolutely deranged things that came out of Jaehyun’s mouth.
“You’re terrible,” Jungwoo said, allowing Jaehyun to cuddle him up. “Like really terrible.”
“I’m not so bad,” Jaehyun murmured, lacing their fingers together and kissing Jungwoo’s cheek. “Let me take you out to dinner sometime and maybe you can find out. I promise I’m a better authority on me than my house and my car.”
Jungwoo closed his eyes and smiled, happy to have said yes to going home, to going to his knees, to letting Jaehyun fuck him again end up here with the unexpected chance to say yes to Jaehyun's first ever reasonable request.