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Jaehyun held his hand at every stop light on the way from XX Entertainment to the parking garage of an apartment building in a moderately upscale neighborhood, looking at Jungwoo almost as often as he looked at the road, as if he was afraid Jungwoo was going to take it back, change his mind, and ask Jaehyun to turn the car around and take him home. Jungwoo just filled the space with idle chatter, trying to draw Jaehyun into even idol-er gossip about Taeyong and Kim Doyoung as a way of distracting himself from the fact that Jaehyun had tried for three city blocks to drive an expensive car with Jungwoo’s hand pressed beneath his own on the gearstick. Jaehyun had not indulged his curiosity beyond a cursory, “it’s complicated,” and a more pointed, “this is kind of a mood killer,” when Jungwoo asked Jaehyun to define complicated .
“Let’s not talk about them,” Jaehyun said as they pulled into his parking spot, the engine cutting off and Jungwoo’s door unlocking before the brakes had even finished squeaking on the polished floor. “I want to talk about you.”
“What about me?” Jungwoo asked, unbuckling his seatbelt and watching as Jaehyun climbed out of the car, nervous and excited and a little bit unsure of what was going to happen next.
He knew, in broad strokes, what was going to happen – they were going to go upstairs and finish the thoughts Jaehyun had been holding onto for weeks and weeks. It was just that he wasn’t sure he could live up to whatever it was Jaehyun seemed to want from him badly enough that he had written songs about it. Jungwoo knew his way around a bedroom, but he had never thought that he was anything particularly special, at least not special enough for short-term to turn into long.
His door swung open and then Jaehyun was on his bending down, crouching six inches off the polished garage floor and gazing up at Jungwoo like Jungwoo was a cheat sheet on exam day, like he was everything he ever wanted but wasn’t sure he should have.
“What do you want?” Jaehyun asked, reaching over and pressing down on the little red button on the buckle until it clicked and Jungwoo was set free, inch by inch as the belt slid across Jungwoo’s chest. “I’ll give it to you.”
Jungwoo let the seatbelt snap back into its rightful place before putting his hands on Jaehyun’s cheeks and telling him as much of the truth as he knew how:
“I want to feel wanted. I want to feel good. Like I can let go.”
Jaehyun smiled at him, easy and sweet, holding out his hand to help him out of the car. “Come upstairs?”
“Well, I wasn’t planning to stay in the car, no matter how spacious the backseat,” Jungwoo shook his head and tried to laugh off his nerves, the last little frissons of apprehension he had disappearing when he the hand he put in Jaehyun’s was immediately lifted to Jaehyun’s laughing mouth and kissed gently across the knuckles.
“Definitely not enough room for everything I want to give to you.”
Jungwoo straightened his shoulders and warmed up his smile, apprehension melting into attraction and delight, his skin turning hotter and hotter with every second that Jaehyun looked at him over Jungwoo’s knuckles with that same goofy-sexy grin that had made Jungwoo curious enough to stand up and make the first move once upon a time in a shitty dive bar. It had worked on him then, it was working on him now, and he was starting to believe that if Jaehyun looked at him like that twenty years from now, it would work on him then, too.
“Upstairs it is, hyung,” Jungwoo said, stepping in close enough to rest his chin on his wrist and stare just as goofily at Jaehyun over the expanse of his own hand. “Give me what you’ve got.”
Jaehyun, as Jungwoo had come to expect, was good at following through on his promises, giving Jungwoo what he had asked for before the door to Jaehyun’s apartment had even finished closing. Jungwoo’s pants were around his ankles and his shoes were still on, his shirt rucked halfway up his chest and his back against the wall as Jaehyun sucked him off like there was no tomorrow.
Jungwoo put his fingers in Jaehyun’s hair and tried to get him to slow down so that Jungwoo could last long enough for the encounter to go beyond the entryway of what seemed like a pretty nice apartment that probably had a pretty decent bed. Jungwoo wanted to last long enough to be able to show Jaehyun a few of his own tricks, to give something back to Jaehyun, who always wanted to give him so much. But Jaehyun did what he wanted, making it as hard on Jungwoo as usual to resist giving in. Jaehyun kept looking at him, staring up the length of Jungwoo’s body so intently that Jungwoo had the fleeting thought that Jaehyun’s eyes were going to get dried out if he didn’t blink every now and then. Jungwoo wondered if Jaehyun would even bother to close his eyes if Jungwoo said that he wanted to come all over Jaehyun’s handsome face.
Probably not , Jungwoo’s imagination whispered to him, he hasn’t stopped looking at you since the night you met.
“Hyung,” Jungwoo said, “it’s too much,” even though his gutter brain was half to blame for the fact that his hips were arching forward in an attempt to get even further down Jaehyun’s throat. Jaehyun pulled off with a wet, sticky pop, his reddened mouth already turning into a frown, as if Jungwoo had told him he could never suck Jungwoo’s dick again.
“Don’t pout,” Jungwoo teased, reaching down to cup Jaehyun’s cheeks, cheeks that had looked so good hollowed out around the length of him, cheeks that had been so eager to please. “Come here and kiss me,” Jungwoo murmured, the request barely out of his mouth before Jaehyun’s tongue was once again in it, his cock rubbing Jaehyun’s spit all over the cotton of Jaehyun’s shirt. Jungwoo stroked the hair off his forehead and then kissed it, using the inches he had on Jaehyun to press another to the top of Jaehyun’s head, trying to catch his breath while Jaehyun ducked his chin down like he wanted more kisses. Jungwoo smiled into Jaehyun’s hair and said, “There’s no rush. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Wanna make you feel good,” Jaehyun said, voice roughed up by how enthusiastically he had shoved Jungwoo’s dick down his throat. “Want you to want to stay.”
Jungwoo leaned his head against the wall, the entryway light flickering off and on as they stood among the neat row of Jaehyun’s shoes and slippers. He wanted to stay. He was going to stay. It was time, beyond time, Jungwoo realized, for Jaehyun to know it, to feel like he was wanted just as badly, that he wasn’t the only one hoping to do it right, get it right, to score big when it came to love. Gathering up his courage, Jungwoo pushed Jaehyun away just enough to take Jaehyun’s chin between his fingers, stroked his thumb over his bottom lip and went for broke, dangling what amounted to a pair of Pradas on a first date in front of Jaehyun and hoping that Jaehyun understood what it meant:
“Oppa, get on your knees.” Jaehyun fell to the floor with such speed that Jungwoo had to muffle a laugh behind his palm. Jaehyun reached for his cock, but Jungwoo brushed his fingers away. “No, no.” Jaehyun looked confused. Jungwoo smiled as he pushed his thumb between Jaehyun’s perplexed frown and said, “Take off my shoes.”
Jaehyun’s eyes closed as he sucked on Jungwoo’s thumb like it was candy, moaning a little when Jungwoo nudged his knee with his left foot. “Seriously?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“A little.” Jaehyun kissed the palm that Jungwoo put to his cheek and peered up at him as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. “Like you’re seriously joking.”
“I’m not joking,” Jungwoo said, lifting up his left foot and pressing it down on Jaehyun’s thigh, smiling when Jaehyun finally stopped staring at him, entirely entranced by Jungwoo’s black boot. Jungwoo cupped Jaehyun’s cheek and pushed his foot down harder, letting a little bit of laughter slip out as he said, “I’m playing.”
“You.” Jaehyun murmured, rubbing his face against Jungwoo’s calf, his fingers already working at the laces of Jungwoo’s shoe.
“Me?” Jungwoo laughed, feeling dazed as he watched his left shoe come off, amused but unsurprised when Jaehyun decided to go for extra credit and peel off his sock, too. “What about me?”
Silently, almost reverently, Jaehyun moved onto Jungwoo’s other foot, stripping it bare with the same kind of care and attention he had that day at the mall, when he had tried to convince Jungwoo that sneakers were meant to be worn without socks. Jaehyun lifted Jungwoo’s naked foot and held it against his chest, raising his head like a supplicant in church about to receive a benediction as he said:
“I’m crazy about you.”
“How crazy?” Jungwoo curled his toes into Jaehyun’s shirt and smiled sunnily, wondering how crazy he must have looked, standing with his pants halfway down his thighs, cock hard and feet bare.
“The craziest.” Jaehyun kissed the top of his foot, fingers dancing around the bones of his ankle. “I bought you Prada on the first date.”
Jungwoo pulled his foot out of Jaehyun’s grasp, laughing as Jaehyun’s hands reached for him like he was afraid Jungwoow as never going to give back the five little piggies that had yet to go to market. Jungwoo sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and curled his hand around himself, stroking up and down as he pressed those five toes over Jaehyun’s crotch.
“And I wanted more?”
Jaehyun moaned and pushed up into the arch of Jungwoo’s foot. “Fuck, I’d empty out the store.”
Jungwoo felt his cheeks heat, his laughter breaking on a moan of his own as he thumbed the head of his cock and rubbed his toes over Jaehyun’s pants, feeling how hard he was, feeling how much Jaehyun wanted him, wanted something as simple, ridiculous and easy as this.
“Oppa, I don’t want shoes.” Jungwoo pressed his foot down, just enough that he hoped it felt good. Jaehyun’s fingers traced little shapes on his other foot, the feeling of a fingertip between his toes startlingly intimate, Jaehyun chasing after places no one had touched in decades. “I want something else.”
“Tell me,” Jaehyun said, sounding winded when they hadn’t even yet made it to the bed, rocking his hips into the slow grind of Jungwoo’s foot on his cock. “Anything you want, you can have.”
“Let’s go to bed, I have a lot of things that I want from you, but I’d rather get them laying down.” Jungwoo murmured, putting both feet firmly on the cold floor, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before they were warm again. Jaehyun dipped forward and kissed his stomach, licked the wetness from the head of Jungwoo’s cock and whispered something that sounded an awful lot like thank you , as if Jungwoo was doing him some sort of massive favor by giving him a one minute hallway footjob. Jungwoo smiled and stroked Jaehyun’s hair instead of saying you are welcome , and decided to keep on demanding more, “Come on, Oppa, show me your bedroom.”
Jaehyun kissed him as they stumbled through a dimly lit apartment, making fun of Jungwoo as he tried to kick off his pants and underwear when he got tired of waddling like a duck. Jungwoo put his tongue in Jaehyun’s laughing mouth to shut him up because it was Jaehyun’s fault that his pants had been left pooling around the feet that Jaehyun was so eager to lick.
“After you, Princess,” Jaehyun said, pushing open his bedroom door and bowing with an embarrassingly dorky flourish, made only worse by the smack he delivered to Jungwoo’s bare ass when Jungwoo danced across the threshold, sending him yelping and stumbling onto the bed.
“You’ll pay for that,” Jungwoo muttered, shoulders quivering with laughter when Jaehyun climbed onto the bed after him and tried to grab one of his feet. “Oh?” Jungwoo asked, fluttering his lashes as he tucked his legs underneath him, exacting revenge for the ass smack. “Did you want these?” Jaehyun nodded, poking his bottom lip out so far that Jungwoo had no choice but to kiss it until Jaehyun was groaning and grabbing at Jungwoo’s dick. “Fine,” Jungwoo sighed, reclining on pillows that smelled like Jaehyun’s shampoo, making a grand show of straightening his long leg in front of Jaehyun’s hungry dog face. “But only because I’ve had a long day.” Jaehyun caught his ankle and pulled Jungwoo’s leg down, down, down, until his foot was inches from Jaehyun’s lips. “Go ahead, baby,” Jungwoo whispered, “rub my feet.”
Jungwoo hadn’t known exactly what to expect, had always worried that Jaehyun would want to suck his toes with the sort of solemnity that Jungwoo wouldn’t have been able to withstand for a single second, but he should have known that Jaehyun would do this the same way he did everything else. Simpering for him one moment and teasing him the next, bold and then bashful, but always, always, somehow weirdly sweet.
Jaehyun dug his thumbs into the arch of Jungwoo’s feet, smiling at him as he kissed Jungwoo’s knee and hummed the song that he had written for Taeyong to sing. Jaehyun did suck on his toes, one by one, eyes closed and his expression so blissed out that Jungwoo thought he had never turned anyone on so much in his entire life and he was about to trip on his own power before Jaehyun pulled off and blew on the wetness he had left behind, leaving Jungwoo a powerless, giggling, squirming mess.
It was more fun than he ever could have imagined, shrieking when Jaehyun tickled him, and sighing when Jaehyun rubbed his feet and kissed way from toe to ankle bone. It was intimate, to play like this, to put a part of himself that he had never given a second thought into Jaehyun’s wanting, patient hands and trust that he would be taken care of, that he would be treated as someone precious. Jaehyun looked at him so fondly, he thought they could end the night right then and there and it would have been enough.
“Enjoying yourself?” Jungwoo asked, after ten minutes of alternating between being turned on, confused, and laughing hard enough to cry.
“What do you think?” Jaehyun kissed the top of each toe and wiggled his eyebrows before putting Jungwoo’s foot between his legs.
“I think you’re spoiled.” Jungwoo rubbed his heel against the evidence of Jaehyun’s enjoyment and blew him a kiss, deciding that maybe enough wasn’t quite enough, not when Jaehyun was hard like this and Jungwoo had yet to get everything he wanted. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re so hot,” Jaehyun told him, holding Jungwoo’s foot against the tent in his pants as he crawled up Jungwoo’s half-naked body and begged for a kiss. Jungwoo obliged him, close-lipped and sweet until Jaehyun was practically grinding into the arch of his foot and moaning, “And I know I would do anything for you right now.”
“Yeah?” Jungwoo tipped his chin up, hair splaying on Jaehyun’s pillows while Jaehyun made a mess out of his neck and throat. He thought about all the things he could possibly want from Jaehyun, all the things he wanted to do with him night after night, day after day, as long as Jaehyun wanted him to stay. “Let me fuck you,” Jungwoo said, the last of his thoughts escaping him before he could think better of it, his memory too recently colored by the image of Jaehyun on his knees, Jaehyun standing on Jungwoo’s doorstep licking his lips and waiting to be kissed. “Oppa, let me have you.”
“Go ahead, princess,” Jaehyun said, smiling into the curve of Jungwoo’s throat before rolling onto his back and spreading his knees. “Take what you want.”
“Careful, I might just take it all.” Jungwoo leaned over and kissed him deeply, putting shaking fingers up Jaehyun’s shirt to play with his nipples to try and distract himself from how crazy he felt about the man who had kissed his feet and told him he could have anything, still a little unable to believe that Jaehyun could possibly mean it the way Jungwoo wanted. “Isn’t that a scary thought?”
“No.” Jaehyun looked at him like he knew everything Jungwoo wasn’t trying to tell him. “My princess, you would never. You don’t even let yourself take the bare minimum.” Jaehyun put his hands on Jungwoo’s face and held him still, thumbs caressing his cheeks. Jungwoo closed his eyes, afraid of being seen. “I don’t know who stole from you before,” Jaehyun murmured, kissing him on each eyelid, “but I promise I’ll never take back what I give to you.”
“Okay, okay.” Jungwoo nodded and let Jaehyun kiss him, smiling when Jaehyun stopped holding his face so he could pull the covers up over their heads until they were in a warm, close darkness, breathing each other in just like they had on a cold beach on a late autumn afternoon.
“Ask me for things,” Jaehyun whispered, near and sweet, sharing secrets in the hush. “Want things from me. Please.”
Jungwoo turned his cheek to catch Jaehyun’s breath, pulling the last of his words into his mouth and swallowing it down, feeling the last of the locks around his heart fall open, unlatched by Jaehyun’s unhurried, gentle plea.
“Get undressed,” Jungwoo murmured, flinging the covers off and sitting back to give Jaehyun the room he needed to take off his shirt and shimmy out of his pants, ready to start making his long list of demands. Jungwoo reached out to touch Jaehyun’s stomach, dipping his finger into the hollow of his belly button, whistling as he took a closer look at every last ab that went into making Jaehyun a 10/10, stone-cold stunner. “Alright, Calvin Klein #2, I see you.”
“Not sure I like Mingyu being your Calvin Klein #1,” Jaehyun complained, grinning as he reached over to help Jungwoo out of the one piece of clothing that had somehow managed to stay on through one aborted blowjob and a lot of foot-stuff.
“Sorry, Oppa.” Jungwoo pushed Jaehyun down onto his own bed and curled a hand around Jaehyun’s cock. “It’s not my fault all of your friends are hot. Maybe if I could do a side-by-side comparison…” Jaehyun rolled his eyes, but also rolled his hips, pushing into the circle of Jungwoo’s fist. Jungwoo dipped forward and kissed his cheek. “I thought you said you would do anything for me.”
“Seriously?” Jaehyun complained, laughing as he planted his feet on the mattress and let Jungwoo shove a pillow beneath his ass, jerking his head in the direction of the bedside table.
“I’m mostly joking,” Jungwoo said, rifling around in Jaehyun’s things until he found what he needed, strangely touched that Jaehyun would just let him into all his private spaces, bedside drawers and the warmth between his legs. “But not seriously joking.”
“It’s alright,” Jaehyun said, his gaze strangely vulnerable despite the laughter still rumbling in his throat. “As long as I’m #1 in your heart.”
“Hyung,” Jungwoo murmured, kissing the corner of lips that were trying very hard not to look worried. Jungwoo pressed gently against Jaehyun’s hole, stroking him there until he was wet and ready enough for the slide of two fingers. “I wouldn’t let just anyone worship my feet.”
“Oh. Am I that special?”
Jaehyun looked so genuinely moved despite the way his chest shook with trapped laughter that Jungwoo had to kiss him some more, eating up Jaehyun’s giggles as he thought about how Yuta was so right about Jaehyun being a freak. Jungwoo’s freak, Jungwoo’s sweetheart with the foot thing, the guy Jungwoo liked so much he thought he was going to combust.
“You are,” Jungwoo told him, spreading his knuckles inch by inch until Jaehyun let out a breath and eased around him, letting him in, letting Jungwoo learn the way he liked to be touched, the places that made him arch and moan. “You’re my #1, the one that I want.”
“Have me,” Jaehyun said, kissing Jungwoo like he was drunk, sticky and messy-wet, his hips pushing down on Jungwoo’s fingers hard enough that Jungwoo’s wrist started to ache.
Jungwoo took his fingers out and looked down at Jaehyun, flushed from his cheeks to his collarbone, little beads of sweat under the fringe of hair that still needed to be touched up, his knees spread, his toes curled into the sheets, body and heart open and waiting for Jungwoo. Jungwoo rolled on a condom with fingers that were tired and shaky as he hoped that he would last long enough to get Jaehyun off, even though he knew that Jaehyun wouldn’t care, that Jaehyun would let himself be fucked and then probably only ask to be able to hold Jungwoo’s foot while he jerked off.
“Oppa,” Jungwoo whispered, kissing Jaehyun as he pushed inside, slowly, slowly, stroking his hand down Jaehyun’s side until he was past the initial point of resistance. “You’re so pretty,” Jungwoo teased, meaning every word, thinking that he had never been anywhere near someone so lovely, so sweet.
“Prettier than Mingyu?” Jaehyun rasped, sucking on the underside of Jungwoo’s jaw.
“Even prettier than me.” Jungwoo tickled Jungwoo’s ribs, moans breaking over laughter as he thought about Jaehyun marking him up while he marked Jaehyun up from the inside out. “The prettiest princess of them all.”
Jaehyun sighed and then relaxed, everything but his dick going soft, giving Jungwoo what he needed to start moving, to pull out and push in, to fuck into Jaehyun until Jaehyun’s hips were lifting off the bed and into the splay of Jungwoo’s hand. Jungwoo put his forehead against Jaehyun’s, letting Jaehyun see what the feeling of him was doing to Jungwoo from as close up as Jungwoo could stand without going cross-eyed, knowing that Jaehyun liked to look, liked to watch.
“No one is prettier than you, baby,” Jaehyun said, arching his brows and making faces that had Jungwoo snorting into the warm crook of his neck, fucking him lazily as they touched and tickled, taking as much time as Jungwoo had taken to decide to sleep with Jaehyun.
“You feel so good,” Jungwoo told him, babbling a little bit now, rendered stupid by the way Jaehyun was running his fingernails down Jungwoo’s back and squeezing around each of Jungwoo’s deep, slow thrusts. “It’s been so long, I’m sorry if I can’t –
“Shh,” Jaehyun murmured, shaking his head and closing his eyes. “Oppa doesn’t mind at all.”
Jaehyun licked his lips and made little kiss me, fuck me sounds that Jungwoo couldn’t resist any better tangled up in bed that he did on a street corner on a first date or earlier than night in a recording booth. Jaehyun wanted to be kissed first, wanted to have his hand held, so Jungwoo did it all — kissed him and held his hand next the pillowcase while their feet knocked together at the end of the bed and Jungwoo fucked him slowly and sweetly, rolling into him like waves on a beach. Jaehyun clung to him like he could go all night, like he was content with Jungwoo moving inside of him and caressing his knuckles, easy for Jungwoo in a way that Jungwoo one day hoped he could believe in himself enough to truly understand.
“I need to –” Jungwoo trailed off, feeling desperate to come, but also like he needed to try harder, to do more, to make it so Jaehyun came first just like he had been kissed first.
“Fill me up, princess,” Jaehyun said, telling him what to do for the first time all night, taking charge just when Jungwoo needed him most, not asking, not pleading, just telling Jungwoo exactly what he wanted.
Jaehyun cupped his cheek and watched him with wide, unrelenting eyes when Jungwoo took what he wanted first, coming inside the clench of Jaehyun’s body, imagining what it would be like to pull out and see his come dripping onto Jaehyun’s sheets. Jungwoo kissed him with a mouth that was still moaning and catching on broken breaths, putting his hand around Jaehyun’s cock and doing what he could, happy when Jaehyun called him baby and made him sticky, wet, like Jaehyun had just been holding back until Jungwoo finally took something for himself.
Later, showered and dressed in Jaehyun’s clothes, his right foot in Jaehyun’s palm, Jungwoo curled his toes around Jaehyun’s finger and thought about everything that Jaehyun had been trying to tell him for weeks, the promise he had made before he had taken Jungwoo inside of himself.
“There’s one more thing I want.”
“Name it,” Jaehyun said, just as Jungwoo had known he would, sliding his fingers between Jungwoo’s toes. "I'm feeling exceptionally generous."
“Hyung.” Jungwoo took a deep breath and let it all go, jumping off the ledge feet first into Jaehyun’s waiting arms. “Be my boyfriend.”
“Princess.” Jaehyun smiled at him like sunshine on a clear winter day, bright and crisp, startlingly beautiful as he gave up holding Jungwoo’s foot for holding all of him, warm and safe at the end of Jungwoo’s long fall. “I thought you’d never ask.”