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Jisung has never claimed to be the most brilliant man alive, but even he had to admit that sending a “you up?” text to his best friend at 3am after a night of drinking was not one of his classiest moments.
Hyunjin: uhh… yeah, why?
Jisung’s thumbs froze over the keyboard of his phone. He hadn’t actually been expecting a reply. What the fuck what Hyunjin doing awake so late?
Jus curious: Jisung
Why arnt you sleepinng: Jisung
Hyunjin: had company, she just left
Hyunjin: you been drinking?
mayyyybe: Jisung
Chans bday was yesrtday: Jisung
so he took the wohle studio fro drinks: Jisung
Hyunjin: that's nice of him
Hyunjin: fun night?
yah, but imtired now: Jisung
the rest ares till drinnnnnnnnnnnnnn: Jisung
Hyunjin: ?
sorry: Jisung
got dsitracted: Jisung
Hyunjin: lol, if you’re tired go home idiot
mmmm: Jisung
don wanna: Jisung
Hyunjin: okay then…? stay?
but immm tirrred: Jisung
don’t wanna stay eitherrr: Jisung
Hyunjin: wow
Hyunjin: you’re annoying when you’re drunk
Heyy: Jisung
im not even that drunk: Jisung
Hyunjin: dude
Hyunjin: I don’t think you’ve sent a single message
without a typo so far
:( im just typing fast: Jisung
I swear: Jisung
look, perfectly chorent: Jisung
* coherent: Jisung
okay…: Jisung
in my defense that’s a hard word to spell: Jisung
even sober: Jisung
Hyunjin: lmao
Hyunjin: alright fine, maybe you aren’t hammered
Hyunjin: but you definitely aren’t sober
yeah okay: Jisung
I’ll admit that much, lol: Jisung
Hyunjin: so…
what?: Jisung
Hyunjin: idk dude
Hyunjin: you texted me
That was true enough, Jisung paused. He didn’t really have a plan when he first texted Hyunjin. He was just drunk and thinking about his friend so it seemed only natural to text him. But now, he didn’t know where to go from here.
Hyunjin: …can I go to bed now?
Jisung chewed on his bottom lip. He didn’t really feel like going home and being alone, but he also really didn’t want to go back into the club. He wanted to hang out, so what could it hurt to ask?
…: Jisung
Hyunjin: what?
come pick me up?: Jisung
Jisung was leaning against the wall still chewing on his lip, staring at his phone as Hyunjin’s typing bubbles appeared and disappeared before coming back again.
Hyunjin: you’re really gonna make me get up and drive to you right now?
Please?: Jisung
:) Jisung
Hyunjin: good lord
Hyunjin: the things you do for friends
Hyunjin: send me your location
*Location Attached* : Jisung
thank youuu: Jisung
love youuu: Jisung
Hyunjin: yeah whatever
Hyunjin: be there in 15
Jisung was waiting for a while and eventually a group from Chan’s party came out, still laughing and appearing various degrees of drunk.
“Heyyy, Jisung! What’s up? We were wondering where you went.”
“Just stepped out for some air,” he answered.
“We’re heading out, do you need a ride home?”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“You sure? We’ve got space for one more in the uber.”
“Thanks, but my friend is already on his way here.”
“Oooh nice, a personal escort home, huh?”
Jisung laughed, “yeah, something like that. He’s a good friend”
Hyunjin chose that exact moment to pull up alongside the curb, reaching across his center console to push open the passenger door.
“Yah! Jisung-ah, get your drunk ass in the car.”
The group around him started laughing, and Jisung grinned. “Well, he’s a decent enough friend. See you guys next week!”
He climbed in, closing the door behind him and Hyunjin drove off as Jisung put his seatbelt on.
“Thanks for picking me up.”
“I’d say anytime, but honestly, you’re just lucky I was still up.”
Jisung looked over then and took in Hyunjin’s appearance. He was dressed in lounge clothes, Loose fitting sweats and an oversized t-shirt. His face was shiny from having been recently washed and Jisung realized that he had probably already gotten ready for bed before Jisung texted him. He felt a little guilty all of the sudden.
“Well, seriously, thanks. I didn’t feel like going home on my own so I appreciate it.”
Without looking Hyunjin reached over to ruffle Jisung’s hair. “Take your misplaced guilt elsewhere, Ji. If I really didn’t wanna come I would’ve just said so. Besides, I haven’t seen you in eons, you’ve been so busy.”
Jisung nodded and realized that Hyunjin was right. It had been way too long since the two had seen each other. “Yeah, Changbin’s got an album drop next week and I just picked up two new clients. I guess I hadn't even noticed how crazy it’s gotten.”
“Damn,” Hyunjin shook his head dramatically, “a guy gets busy and famous and suddenly he doesn't even have time for his best friend anymore.”
“Hey! It goes both ways, you asshole. I haven't heard anything from you recently either. And you’re one to talk about busy and famous . Didn't you, like, just get back from Paris?”
“If by just you mean ten days ago, then yeah.”
“Well, how was it?” Jisung asked, eager to finally catch up.
Hyunjin shrugged. “It was alright. More modeling and events than dancing though.”
“Mmm,” Jisung nodded, understanding Hyunjin's disappointment. The ironic thing about being a performer is that the more well known you become the less time you end up having for your performance itself. Jisung felt it too with his producing. He honestly couldn't even remember the last time he sat down and worked on one of his own songs. He was busy producing for big name artists, coordinating things behind the scenes, and attending promotional events and meetings all day long. He knew it was objectively a lucky position to be in, so he tried not to take it for granted, but it was also a double-edged sword. He couldn’t help but feel occasionally frustrated at the way his schedule seemed to be gradually carving away more and more time from his own passion projects.
He figured it was the same with Hyunjin who he knew just wanted to choreograph and dance but often ended up caught in brand deals and publicity events as the face of his company. Some people would say that’s all he was, just a pretty face. But anyone who had actually seen Hyunjin dance could understand that he was far more than that. He was a natural born artist, and with all the effort he put in on top of his natural talent, it only made sense he was at the top of the industry. Jisung loved watching him and made sure to keep up with his performances, even while he was abroad.
“I saw a video of the showcase,” he said, “you looked great.”
Hyunjin smiled. “Thanks. I also got to attend a few classes which was cool. I wish I could've done more but it was a short trip.”
“Meet any interesting people?”
“Yeah, a few,” Hyunjin answered, smirking.
Jisung saw his expression and chuckled before teasing him. “Ooo, had some fun in the City of Love, lover boy ?”
Hyunjin laughed softly. “Just a little. Like I said, it was a short trip.”
Jisung could imagine it easily. Hyunjin was stunning in even the most casual of outfits, but decked to the nines in designer brands, walking the streets of Paris… yeah, Jisung could picture the heads turning. He's certain Hyunjin would have one person after the next coming up to ask for his number, hoping for a shot. Sometimes Jisung wondered how he decided which of them was worth his time. Or maybe he rejected them all and went after the ones that decidedly didn’t look. Whatever the case. Jisung knew that when Hyunjin wanted a good time, he would never have any trouble finding it.
Not that Jisung did poorly himself, but Hyunjin was truly on a different level of desirable. Besides, Jisung was picky. Even on nights when he went out looking for someone to bring home, if nobody truly caught his eye he'd head back on his own and treat himself to a nice hot bath and evening of anime. It was hard to compete with an introvert's ability to entertain themself. His bar was maybe a bit too high at times, but he figured it was better like that, rather than the other way around.
When they got to Hyunjin’s apartment the pair kicked off their shoes in the entryway and Jisung immediately made himself comfortable on the sofa, sprawling out sideways, taking up the entire space.
“Wanna borrow some clothes? Not that your…” Hyunjin looked him up and down, “ leather pants don’t look incredibly comfortable but—”
“Oi! Don’t knock the leather, it looks good on me. Besides, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you in crazier shit on magazine covers.”
“Hey man, it wasn’t judgement.” Hyunjin raised his hands in defense. “I never said they looked bad , I just was trying to say that they might not be the most comfortable. Also, I assume you’re staying the night? So unless you love them enough to sleep in them, you might want a pair of sweats instead.”
“Fair point, yeah. Unless you’re planning on driving me home or kicking me out in an hour I’m definitely staying.”
Hyunjin gestured towards his room. “Comfy clothes are in the bottom two dresser drawers, go pick whatever you want. I’m gonna make us ramen.”
“Ouuu,” Jisung groaned, melting further into the couch. “Rammmmen,” he echoed, already salivating at the thought alone. “You, Hwang Hyunjin, are a genius.”
“I know, I know,” Hyunjin waved off his dramatics with a laugh. “Go get changed.”
Jisung picked out a pair of pajama pants and a paint-stained hoodie from Hyunjin’s drawers, stopping briefly by the guest room to change and drop his own clothes into a pile on the bed. As he returned to the living area he was greeted by the delicious smell of instant ramen from where Hyunjin was standing at the stove and immediately groaned.
“You sound like you’re about to cum,” Hyunhin laughed, “you haven’t even tried it yet, what if it tastes like shit?”
“Shut up, I haven’t eaten since this morning and that smells sooo good.”
“I figured it was probably a safe bet after a night of drinking.”
“More than a safe bet. Honestly, I don’t even think a Michelin star meal could compare to that right now. Speaking of drinking, do you have any soju in here?” Jisung asked, heading towards the fridge.
“I thought you were done for the night.”
“Now when did I ever say that?”
“I dunno, just thought it was implied by the whole ‘come pick me up.’”
“Nooo, nonono, you misunderstand me, dear friend.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes as Jisung went on. “I was done with the people and places , but you are neither of those, and the night is still very much young.”
Hyunjin scoffed. “What, am I not a person? And is my apartment not a place ?”
“Nope,” Jisung said with a pop, turning around with a bottle of soju in one hand and beer in the other.
“You’re crazy,” Hyunjin said, shaking his head.
“Maybe, but at least I can blame the drinks I’ve already had. You have some catching up to do.” Jisung started rifling through cabinets, presumably looking for shot glasses.
Hyunjin sighed and pointed him to the correct spot. “I thought you said you weren’t drunk.”
“I’m not,” Jisung said, brightly. “Not yet .”
Hyunjin watched, amused, as Jisung poured out two large glasses of beer, followed by two shots of soju. He brought the shot glasses over to where Hyunjin was standing at the stove.
“Bottom’s up, pretty boy.”
“Aw, you think I’m pretty?” Hyunjin teased.
“Aw, I’m not blind?” Jisung mocked, pressing one of the shot glasses into Hyunjin’s hand.
The pair laughed, throwing back the shots.
Jisung was quick to refill Hyunjin’s, seemingly serious about the whole “catching up” thing. Hyunjin took the next drink, but shook his head at the third. “Nah dude, I’m not that far behind. I also haven’t eaten yet.”
Jisung stuck his tongue out, childishly and Hyunjin shoved him in the shoulder, effectively moving him out of the way so he could pour the ramen into two bowls.
Once it was ready they moved to the sofa with their bowls and glasses. Jisung all but inhaled his ramen, moaning as the flavors hit his tongue. Hyunjin just grinned at his antics, having missed Jisung’s over the top reactions to even the simplest things.
As soon as he finished Jisung layed back on the couch with a sigh, stretching his arms high above his head with yet another groan.
“Damn dude, you’re noisier than the girl I just had over,” Hyunjin laughed
Jisung chuckled, “sounds like you weren’t working hard enough then.”
“Hey, I’ll have you know I was putting in the work,” Hyunjin said. “Wasn’t getting much in return though,” he added bitterly.
“Laaame, you’ve gotta find yourself a better hook-up.”
“Psh, you’re one to talk, texting your best friend to pick you up from the club instead of finding a hot guy to go home with. When was the last time you got laid.”
“Again, it was a birthday party , I wasn’t exactly on the hunt for ass.”
“The question still stands, Sung. When was the last time you got your dick wet?”
Jisung genuinely thought for a moment but once he got a few months back and still didn’t have an answer he just sighed and said, “damn, too long I guess.”
Hyunjin gave a low whistle. “Not even a quicky in the bathroom?”
Jisung barked out a laugh. “C’mon man, we’re not teenagers anymore. I can’t even remember the last time I sucked dick in a bathroom. And thank god for that.”
“Sounds like you’re just not living life to the fullest,” Hyunjin said with a giggle. “Maybe you need a trip to Paris.”
“Yeah, really?” Jisung raised his eyebrow, propping himself up on his elbows to look at Hyunjin. “Blowjobs in the Paris bathrooms?”
“Oh. More than blowjobs…”
“Hyunjin!” Jisung sat up fully, laughing in astonishment. “Did you rail someone in a Paris bathroom?”
“Well… not quite…” Hyunjin said, grinning stupidly. “I wasn’t the one doing the railing.”
“Wait, you mean—you—” Jisung stumbled over his words, trying to wrap his brain around what Hyunjin just said. “ You got railed in a Paris bathroom?!”
Hyunjin nodded and started cackling, lifting himself up onto the other end of the sofa, by Jisungs feet.
“Hyunjinnn! Oh. my god.” Jisung fell into bouts of disbelieving laughter. “What—how—oh my god, I don’t even know where to start.” He could hardly get out his words through the laughter. “How the fuck does that even happen?”
“I honestly don’t even know.” Hyunjin giggled. “I was at an event and there was this guy, and I just—dude, I don’t even know, we just kind of ended up there. Believe me, it doesn’t sound real to me either.”
“I bet it felt pretty real.” Jisung said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Jisung, you don’t even know. Paris men… let me tell you, I rarely bottom, but man…”
“That good?”
Hyunjin met his eyes and leaned forward to rest his hand on Jisung’s calf. With all seriousness, he said “Yeah man, that fucking good. ”
“Wow…” Jisung trailed off, “maybe I do need to go to Paris.”
Hyunjin’s hand was burning hot through the fabric of Jisung’s borrowed Pajama pants and Jisung became suddenly aware of how they were leaning towards each other, still trying to catch their breath from all the laughter.
He didn’t mean to imagine it. He really didn’t. But he looked down to Hyunjin’s hand and couldn’t help but picture it braced against the inside of a bathroom stall—Hyunjin pushed against the door, a stranger pressed up behind him— inside him. Fuck. He shuffled a bit and tried to inconspicuously adjust his pajama pants.
Hyunjin caught the motion and smirked at him. “ Han Jisung , are you getting hard on my couch right now?”
“Fuck dude,” He laughed a bit awkwardly “it’s your fault for bringing up how good the dick is in Paris.”
Hyunjin tilted his head. “What, you’re saying you don’t wanna hear about how he prepped me without lube.”
Jisung groaned for real this time, the image in his mind instantly becoming more vivid.
“How he ate me out until I was wet and dripping, wide open and begging for his cock to fill me up,” Hyunjin continued, running a single finger from Jisung’s knee down to his ankle. “How even after all that I could still feel every single inch stretching me. How I came just from him bottoming out?”
Jisung had gotten fully hard as Hyunjin was speaking, his face flushed crimson, hands clutched tight against the hoodie he was wearing. “Dude… you gotta stop.”
Hyunjin laughed again, finally pulling his hand away. “Sorry, you’re just easy to fluster. It’s fun.”
“Great.” Jisung rolled his eyes. “I’m so glad my suffering can be your entertainment.”
“It always is, Jisung, it always is.” Hyunjin chuckled and then slapped his thigh before standing up. “Alright, I think it’s officially bedtime. And hey, what happens in the guest room stays in the guest room,” he said with a smirk, eyes darting down to Jisung’s obvious problem . “I’ll leave you to it.”
“Wait,” Jisung said without thinking. Hyunjin stopped and looked back at him. Again, his mouth moved faster than his brain and before he could stop himself he said, “what if I don’t want to go to the guest room?”
Hyunjin cocked his head and raised an eyebrow.
Jisung’s head was swimming with the images Hyunjin had described. His mind was swirling. He felt light-headed and warm from the alcohol, bolstered by unfounded confidence and the trust that years of friendship could overcome mild awkwardness, whichever direction this ended up going. Besides, if he wasn’t mistaken, he could see a tent forming in Hyunjin’s sweats as well which was enough to convince him to push the next words past his lips.
“I don’t wanna go to the guest room… I’d rather go to yours.”
“Jisung…” Hyunjin said, his voice soft, hardly above a whisper.
They both knew it was dangerous territory. They had always been open with each other, maybe a bit too open, but this was a line they had never crossed. Jisung couldn’t place why tonight felt different. Maybe it was the residual Paris glow Hyunjin had about him. Maybe it was the fact he was suddenly aware of how long it had been since he’d slept with someone. Maybe he was just feeling comfortable. Most likely it was the combination of everything, but in Jisung’s mind that line was starting to feel incredibly unimportant.
“It’s only fair,” He said smirking, “I mean, this is your fault.” He nodded down at his lap.
“Oh, I'm sorry.” Hyunjin laughed. “I didn’t realize your dick was my responsibility.”
“Well, it is when you talk dirty to me and then try to leave me high and dry,” Jisung complained.
Hyunjin walked back to the sofa and Jisung forced himself not to shy away, meeting Hyunjin’s eye when he stopped in front of him.
“I—Jisung, are you sure?”
Jisung nodded. “Yeah,” he said, reaching to rest a hand on Hyunjin’s hip and smirking up at him. “Come on, show me how they do it in Paris.”
Hyunjin chuckled. “Well, if you’re asking me to take you to the bathroom, that would be silly considering we have a perfectly good sofa right here.” He set his knees on either side of Jisung’s legs, lowering himself into the other man’s lap. “And an even better bed just a hundred feet away.”
“You idiot,” Jisung smacked Hyunjin’s chest, “I do not want to fuck in the bathroom, I was just trying to be sexy.”
“You don’t have to try to be sexy, Sung. It comes naturally.” Hyunjin spoke, leaning into his neck before biting him playfully. Jisung could feel Hyunjin’s grin.
“Shut up,” he laughed.
Jisung felt some of the tension drain away amidst their teasing. It was just Hyunjin. And he was just Jisung. They were best friends, and they always would be. Somehow he only felt more certain about it with Hyunjin perched on top of him, slowly starting to grind into his lap. Sure, they had never been this close before, but running his hands up Hyunjin’s thighs felt surprisingly natural and leaning his head to the side to give his best friend better access to his neck was as easy as taking his next breath.
His hands reached the edge of Hyunjin’s shirt and lifted it up, making Hyunjin pull away for a second so that he could fully remove it. Jisung marveled at the bare skin now before him, smooth and taught across Hyunjin’s lean muscles.
“Fuck, Jin. You’re gorgeous.” He felt a bit silly saying it out loud, knowing it was probably a compliment Hyunjin heard a million times on every modelling shoot he did. But he said it with utmost sincerity, running his hands down Hyunjin’s chest, letting his nails rake lightly across the older man’s abs.
“Come on now, Sungie.” Hyunjin laughed against his throat before pulling back, lifting Jisung’s hoodie off him and tossing it aside. “If you weren’t glued to your studio chair twenty-five hours a day you could be on just as many magazine covers as I am.” He echoed Jisung’s movements, lightly dragging his nails along the other man’s pecs before sliding his hands down Jisung’s sides, marveling at his incredibly small waist. “One of these days you’re gonna have to show your fans what J.One is hiding under all those dark, baggy rapper clothes.”
“Maybe,” Jisung hummed, enjoying the attention, “but I don’t think that tight or cropped shirts would really fit the aesthetic.”
“Shame,” Hyunjin smiled at him with a dark glint, “I guess I’ll just have to appreciate this slutty little waist all by myself.”
Jisung’s breath caught in his throat, his core suddenly tightening.
Hyunjin felt the shift and chuckled. “Yeah? That does it for you, being called a slut?”
Jisung couldn’t bring himself to answer, too embarrassed to confirm what Hyunjin said, mind reeling from the fact that they had reached such territory so quickly. But Hyunjin could read the answer on his face and was smirking down at him in amusement.
“I’m not sure you are though…” Hyunjin gave an exaggerated thinking face. “I mean, sounds like you haven’t been getting around much recently. I’m not sure you deserve the title.”
Jisung never expected to get degraded for not sleeping around, but on top of that he never thought he would end up getting so turned on by it.
“Or maybe you just need a reminder of how sluts are supposed to behave,” Hyunjin spoke again with a particularly deliberate grind of his hips.
“Oh fuck, please .” Jisung lifted his hips to meet Hyunjins, drawing a soft moan from the man on top of him.
The sound brought him out of his daze, reminding him that he also had control over what was happening. He tightened his grip on Hyunjin’s waist and pushed his friend down against his upwards grind. Hyunjin fell forward, bracing himself against the back of the sofa. They continued like that for a while, moving together until Hyunjin spoke between short breaths.
“We—ah, we should move to the bedroom.”
“Yeah,” Jisung agreed, loosening his hold. He slowed his movements, using a hand to turn Hyujin’s head, resting their foreheads together. “How do you want me, Jin?”
Hyunjin said nothing for a moment, considering the man beneath him, and then, looking directly into his friend’s eyes, he braced himself and asked, “can I fuck you, Ji?”
Jisung nodded.
And then Hyunjin kissed him, pushing forward while wrapping a hand around the back of Jisung’s neck. Jisung moaned into his mouth as Hyunjin’s other hand pinched one of his nipples. Jisung’s hands wandered to Hyunjin’s ass, kneading it through his sweatpants, pulling the other man impossibly closer to him.
“ Mmm ,” Hyunjin moaned, his mouth opening which allowed Jisung to deepen the kiss.
Once they began truly making out, the temperature between them rose and the two began to melt into each other, tongues and hands exploring.
Before they could get much further Jisung pulled back for breath and said, “weren’t we, uh—weren’t we supposed to move to the bed?”
“Right—fuck, yeah.” Hyunjin seemed hesitant to climb off Jisung, but with one last kiss he hoisted himself off Jisung’s lap. His chest was flushed red and Jisung took a moment to admire him all over again before standing up and gathering him into his arms, carrying him into his own bedroom.
“Oof,” Hyunjin landed on the bed with a bounce, laughing. “Was that really necessary?”
“Well you seemed so appreciative of my physique earlier. I just figured I’d show you what it’s good for,” jisung said with a grin, his confidence growing as he watched Hyunjin’s eyes rake over him.
“Yeah, holy shit.” Hyunjin propped himself up on his elbows. “I absolutely still wanna fuck you, but now I think I need to see you riding me.”
“We can make that happen,” Jisung said, climbing onto the bed above him. “But first, let me suck you off. I owe you a thanks for picking me up.”
“You don’t have to thank me, Ji, but—ah, I’m not gonna say no,” Hyunjin said as Jisung palmed him through his sweats before urging him to lift his hip so he could fully slide them off.
Jisung immediately wrapped a hand around Hyunjin’s length, in awe of its size and length. “Jesus christ, Jin. I knew you were packing but this… holy fuck.” He was already imagining how it would feel to sink down on it, feeling it stretch him open. He wasn’t even the one being touched but he groaned at the thought.
Jisung leaned down and took the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, occasionally teasing the slit, making Hyunjin cry out and buck his hips. Jisung was more than happy to be messy with it, letting drool gather and drip down the length as he started actually sucking down the length, taking more each time he bobbed his head.
Hyunjin was moaning above him, his hand gripping the sheets, eyes closed tight in pleasure.
Jisung pulled off for a second, smirking even though he knew Hyunjin wasn’t looking, and then he sunk down on Hyunjin’s dick, taking the entire thing down his throat at once.
“ Fuck, ” Hyunjin gasped, his hips automatically jerking up into the warm heat of Jisung’s mouth. “Fuck, sorry. I didn’t mean to—” Hyunjin stopped short, watching as Jisung bobbed his head a few times before pulling off.
“Do it again,” Jisung said, his voice low and hoarse.
“What?”
“Do it again,” Jisung repeated. “Fuck my throat.” He took Hyunjin back in his mouth, bobbing slowly as he waited for the older man to follow his request.
Hyunjin, still baffled at Jisung’s ability to take him to the hilt, gave a small, experimental thrust upwards. Jisung moaned at the movement, the vibrations running through Hyunjin’s dick, encouraging him to let go and thrust harder. He threw his head back into the pillows, one hand finding Jisung’s hair, the other still tangled tightly in the sheets. He wasn’t pushing Jisung’s head down, just holding him still as he thrust into his mouth.
Jisung was blissed out, his jaw spread wide to accommodate Hyunjin’s girth. He felt the head of his friend’s dick pushing its way into his throat with every thrust and continued moaning, feeling his own cock getting painfully hard in his sweats.
“Fuck, ah , Jisung. Ah , I’m gonna cum.” Hyunjin used the hand in Jisung’s hair to begin pulling him away, but Jisung reached up and swatted Hyunjin’s hand away, continuing to suck on Hyunjin’s dick like it was a lifeline. He spread his other hand flat on Hyunjin’s stomach, holding him down as he drove him towards completion.
“ Ah, ah, oh my god.” Hyunjin gave a few more weak thrusts, fighting against Jisung’s hold, before he was coming down his throat with a cry.
Jisung swallowed around him before letting up and gently licking his length through the aftershocks.
“Stop, seriously, you’ve gotta stop.”
This time Jisung let Hyunjin pull him away his dick, admiring the fucked out expression on his face.
“Holy fucking shit, Jisung,” Hyunjin ran a hand through his own hair, pushing it out his face and trying to catch his breath. “No gag reflex, are you serious?”
“Still think I don’t deserve the title of slut?” Jisung couldn’t help but ask with a shit-eating grin.
Hyunjin laughed in disbelief, pulling Jisung down on top of him. “I’d say you’ve more than earned it and I apologize for ever doubting you,” he said with a goofy smile before pulling Jisung down into a messy kiss. He groaned at the taste of himself on Jisung’s tongue, lavishing in the depravity of it.
“Forgiven,” Jisung whispered against his lips, pulling back to smirk. “Besides, I’ll always take an opportunity to show off.”
“You dickhead,” Hyunjin laughed again, swatting Jisung on the head. “Roll over so I can prep you.”
Jisung fell back against Hyunjin’s soft pillows, wiggling his hips happily as Hyunjin pulled down his pajama pants. Hyunjin reached for his cock which was resting against his abdomen, red and leaking, but Jisung caught his wrist before he got to it.
He shook his head bashfully, suddenly embarrassed. “I uh… I’m already close. I won’t last if you go there, and—” he turned his head, unable to look Hyujin in the face, “I would rather cum on your dick.”
Hyunjin slid his hand beneath Jisung’s cheek, turning the younger man’s head to look at him. “You are…” Hyunjin seemed at a loss for words, so he simply leaned down, catching him in another kiss.
“You’re so fucking hot. Lemme grab the lube,” he said, moving to stand up.
Again, Jisung stopped him.
“What?”
“I was serious, Jin. I want it like you did it in Paris. I wanna feel it.”
“Fuck, Jisung. Are you sure?” Hyunjin knew Jisung hadn’t been fucked in months. It would hurt, but something in Jisung’s expression was suggesting that might be exactly what he wanted.
He nodded, confirming Hyunjin’s thoughts.
“Okay,” Hyunjin said. “I’ll be gentle.”
He kissed Jisung’s thighs as he spread them open, working his way towards his hole before dragging his tongue flat across it. Jisung moans and Hyunjin got to work properly opening him up. He let saliva gather and kept everything nice and wet as he gently pressed a finger in. As much as he wanted to find and tease Jisung’s prostate, he took care to avoid it, trying to honor Jisung’s desire to hold off until Hyunjin was inside of him. Well, for the most part. But by the time he was up to three fingers, who could really blame him if there was an accidental brush here and there, causing Jisung to jolt with pleasure, whining high in his throat and doing his best to stave off an orgasm.
“Please, Hyunjin, please . Just fuck me already.”
He wanted to drag it out, but honestly, Hyunjin was already hard again and equally impatient, so he pulled his fingers out, reveling the noises that came from Jisung.
He rested a hand on Jisung’s hip. “Still wanna ride me?”
“So badly, yes.”
“C’mere then,” he said, lifting Jisung and swapping their positions so that Hyunjin was laying back against the sheets, Jisung hovering over him.
Jisung reached back and positioned Hyunjin at his entrance. Hyunjin’s hand were around his waist holding him steady as he began to lower himself down.
He felt the head breach his rim and gasped. Hyunjin was huge and the stretch was heavenly but also immediately overwhelming.
“It’s okay, babe. Take your time.” Hyunjin rubbed soothing circles into Jisung’s waist with his thumbs.
Jisung moaned, sinking further down. His chest was practically glowing red and a thin layer of sweat made him look like he was glistening beneath the soft lights of Hyunjin’s room. Hyunjin simply sat back in awe, tensing his core and willing himself to stay as still as possible while Jisung gradually took more of his length.
“ Shit , Hyunjin, so—so big.”
“You don’t have to take it all, love. It’s okay.” Hyunjin knew as soon as he said it that Jisung would take it as a challenge. And sure enough he watched a look of determination settle across Jisung’s face.
“But I want to, I want it so bad, Jinnie.” He rested his hands on Hyunjin’s chest, pulling himself up until just the head was sitting inside him, and then he let gravity do the work and dropped all the way down in one go.
Both Jisung and Hyunjin moaned in tandem.
“Holy fuck, Jisung. Are you okay?” Hyunjin asked. He was already feeling high from the pleasure of Jisung squeezing around him, but he tried to stay grounded long enough to check on Jisung.
“Yes, oh my god, yes. So good.” Jisung’s head was thrown back, his chest rising and falling as he heaved in huge breaths.
With hardly any pause Jisung began lifting himself up and properly riding Hyunjin. He moved almost automatically, as if it wasn’t even a conscious effort to lift and drop himself on Hyunjin’s dick.
Hyunjin watched from beneath him, absolutely enamored at the sight of Jisung bouncing on his cock. He moved a hand from his waist to rest on Jisung’s abdomen, a shudder going through him when he realized he could feel the sight imprint of his cock every time Jisung bottomed out. He groaned, his hips lifting unconsciously.
The small motion from Hyunjin was enough to tip Jisung over the edge he had been balancing on, and he came across Hyunjin’s stomach with a shout. His entire body tensed and he clenched around Hyunjin who moaned and bucked his hips up in response, fucking Jisung through his sudden orgasm.
Jisung fell forward onto Hyunjin’s chest, panting heavily, shaking from pleasure.
Hyunjin moved to roll them onto their sides and began pulling out of Jisung, intending to give him a break from stimulation.
“No, stop.”
Hyunjin paused.
Jisung blinked at him, tears in the corner of his eyes. He brought a hand to Hyunjin’s cheek, pulling him in for an uncoordinated kiss before whispering against his ear. “Fuck me.”
“Jisung—”
“Fuck me, Hyunjin,” Jisung pleaded, clenching around him.
“Christ, Sung. You’re insatiable.” Hyunjin kissed him again. “Turn around.”
Jisung whimpered as Hyunjin slipped out of him, but once they were settled, laying sideways with Jisung’s back against Hyunjin’s chest, Hyunjin was quick to slide back in. He wrapped one arm around Jisung’s waist, holding him tight against his chest, the hand he let drift up to Jisung’s throat, not pressing, but just resting there, another point from which to pull him close. And then he began moving.
Jisung cried out as Hyunjin began to thrust. He started slow, but focused on thrusting long and deep, drawing back until his cock almost slipped out entirely before pushing all the way back to the base. Hyunjin couldn’t remember the last time he was so turned on. He could feel the motion of his cock where his arm was wrapped tight around Jisung’s middle, and the punched out moans Jisung let out with every thrust were music to his ears.
“Is this what you wanted, Sungie? to be fucked nice and deep?” His voice was rough and gravelly.
“Y es , please Hyunjin. More—harder,” Jisung begged through his moans, barely able to form words.
“Harder?”
“ Please. ”
He tightened the hand around Jisung’s throat, just slightly, using it as another point of leverage to pull Jisung back on each thrust.
Jisung’s head fell back as he moaned and he brought his own hand up to rest on top of the one around his throat. He pressed down on it, encouraging Hyunjin’s rough handling.
“Damnit, Ji. You’re— fuck , you’re stunning like this, you know that? All cockdrunk and whining. You’re beautiful and so hot and so fucking tight — fuck—” he broke off with a groan as Jisung began pushing his hips back to match Hyunjin’s rhythm, desperate for everything Hyunjin was willing to give him.
“I’m close,” Hyunjin groaned into Jisungs ear.
“Please, Jin. Me too, cum in me, please . Fuck, I need it.”
“ Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck.” Hyunjin began mindlessly rambling as his hips moved at an impossible pace. The friction and heat was so much and he was quickly hurtling towards an orgasm.
A few more thrusts and he was cumming. He slowed to a deep grind, releasing as deep in Jisung as possible.
Feeling Hyunjin come apart behind him and the flood of heat entering him was enough to push Jisung to his second orgasm. He came with a sob, releasing into the bedsheets, his entire body shaking with equal parts adrenaline, exhaustion, and pleasure.
“Holy… shit,” Hyunjin said, resting his forehead between Jisungs shoulder blades while he caught his breath. His hand that was at Jisung’s throat slid down to his chest where he traced mindless patterns while the younger boy slowly came back to earth.
“Hyunjin…” Jisung said, so softly Hyunjin could hardly hear him, “why the fuck have we never done that before.”
Hyunjin immediately laughed, which then made both of them groan, the vibrations carrying through their oversensitive bodies.
“I don’t know,” he answered, shaking his head, “but damn.”
“Yeah, seriously,” Jisung agreed, still struggling to calm his breathing.
They stayed like that for a while, waiting for their breaths to come more easily before Hyunjin finally pulled out of Jisung with a groan. He looked down to watch as his cum began dripping out of Jusing’s hole.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
Jisung craned his neck to see Hyunjin looking down at his ass with an awed expression.
“I’d go for another round if I didn’t think it might kill me.”
Jisung laughed at that. “Same here, but I uhh.. I think I really need to take a shower.”
“Hold on, let me grab you a towel” Hyunjin said as Jisun began getting up.
While Jisung showered, Hyunjin swapped out his sheets, tossing the old ones into the wash to be dealt with later. He caught Jisung on his way out of the bathroom, walking towards the guest room.
“Ji, wait.”
Jisung stopped short, towel wrapped around his waist, hair still damp and dripping.
“I feel like we’re a bit past separate rooms at this point, yeah?”
Jisung laughed, “sure, as long as you don’t steal the blanket from me in the middle of the night.” He changed course then and headed to Hyunjin’s room while Hyunjin took his turn in the shower.
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Jisung woke up in Hyunjin’s otherwise empty bed and a spike of panic ran through him. The prior night came back to him, and he knew he didn’t regret it in the slightest, but Hyunjin’s absence worried him. The fear he felt was quickly assuaged when he smelled the scent of breakfast food wafting to him from the kitchen. He had just gotten up to make breakfast, Jisung calmed himself down, he wasn’t running away.
Hyunjin teased him for sleeping in, per usual, and they ate breakfast together, cracking jokes the whole time—with only a few being more crass than usual. Jisung teased Hyunjin with more “lover boy” jokes, only this time there was a bit more meaning behind the wiggle of his eyebrows. All things considered, not much changed. They went about their own busy lives as usual, hung out when they had the time for it and… well, if there was the occasional “you up?” text sent from one to the other… that was just between the two of them.