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In hindsight, Sangwoo should have realized this was a bad idea, if only because of the absolute power in Jaeyoung’s eyes as the older gazes down at him.
“Are you backing out from a challenge, Chu-Sang-woo?” He enunciates every syllable in Sangwoo’s name and Sangwoo is helpless to the fact that it sends shivers down his spine. He would never say it out loud, though.
“No,” Sangwoo scoffs, backing up against the bed as Jaeyoung takes another step forward.
The back of Sangwoo’s knees stumble against the bed frame, causing him to plop down. “Alright, step one done,” Jaeyoung announces and Sangwoo glares at him.
“I wasn’t really serious, you know,” Sangwoo says defiantly, but the words feel foreign in his mouth with the way his heartbeat is taking up the space from chest to throat. His brain wants to code it as excitement, but his pride won’t let him.
Jaeyoung shrugs. “Well, what can we do,” he says, smirking. “We’re here now.” He walks to their bedside drawer — Sangwoo’s eyes meticulously follow each movement — and pulls out a box. Sangwoo gulps at the sight.
Jaeyoung places a hand on the lid and says seriously, “Sangwoo, this is your out. If you don’t want to do this, I’ll put it back and we won’t talk about it again unless you bring it up.” Then his face softens. “Okay?”
Sangwoo nods as a surge of affection rushes through him. “Green,” he says. Then, just to seal the deal, he adds, “Hyung.”
In that moment, Jaeyoung’s whole disposition changes into something… predatory. He stalks around the bed to return to Sangwoo’s front and Sangwoo’s jeans tighten over his crotch at the look of pure hunger in Jaeyoung’s eyes.
Jaeyoung swoops down to capture Sangwoo’s lips in a kiss, pushing him backwards onto the bed. Jaeyoung slips his tongue inside Sangwoo’s lips as Sangwoo cradles the back of his head. “You don’t play fair, you know,” Jaeyoung whispers breathlessly as they pull away, barely an inch apart. He doesn’t give Sangwoo a chance to respond because he sits up, knees on either side of Sangwoo’s hips, and reaches for the box.
He pulls the object out and says, “This is brand new, but I also cleaned and disinfected it. Twice. For you.” He winks at Sangwoo before raising the object in front of them, right in Sangwoo’s line of sight.
It’s a fleshlight.
“My baby Sangwoo’s very first pocket pussy,” Jaeyoung says, and Sangwoo groans.
“Jesus, why call it that?”
Jaeyoung blinks at him innocently. “It is what it’s called, though.”
“You know I only asked that out of curiosity. Not like I was ever going to try it.”
Jaeyoung clicks his tongue. “Life is about experiencing things, dearest Sangwoo,” he says, then lowly, he adds, “But I wasn’t gonna let you fuck an actual pussy, was I?”
Sangwoo exhales, feeling out of breath with the tent in his jeans growing, a now-normal reaction over Jaeyoung’s possessiveness.
Jaeyoung seems to notice it too. He reaches to lightly trail his fingers over the bulge, rough fingertips meeting rough denim.
“We should get this off, no?” Jaeyoung asks, popping a button.
“Another kiss first. Please.” comes out of Sangwoo’s mouth and Jaeyoung is surging forward to meet him again, pushing Sangwoo further back into the bed and meeting the headboard.
Jaeyoung pulls away too quickly, leaving Sangwoo chasing his lips. “Very greedy, Chu Sangwoo,” he reprimands playfully. His hands move down to Sangwoo’s zipper and slowly pulls down his pants until they’re all the way off. Sangwoo observes him as Jaeyoung folds the pants neatly over the hamper, just the way Sangwoo prefers it. The gesture almost takes Sangwoo’s mind off the fact that he’s only in his briefs.
Jaeyoung returns to him and slowly runs his hands underneath Sangwoo’s shirt. Cold hands meet his nipples and he gasps loudly into the quiet room.
“Sensitive,” Jaeyoung mutters, nipping at Sangwoo’s skin as he raises the shirt up over Sangwoo’s head. He folds that too before returning to take one of Sangwoo’s nipples into his mouth.
Sangwoo moans, unable to control his noise, arms wrapping tightly around Jaeyoung’s upper back. He supposes this is what he gets for dating a menace like Jang Jaeyoung. But even right now, as Jaeyoung moves to lap over the other nipple, Sangwoo doubts that he regrets it.
Jaeyoung’s fingers thumb over the hem of Sangwoo’s briefs before taking them off in one swift motion. Now, at this point in their relationship, an erection is no longer foreign to Sangwoo, after much exposure and experience with Jaeyoung. But what surprises him is the cold air mixing with Jaeyoung’s warm tongue.
“Ah! Hyung!” he whines, grasping Jaeyoung’s shoulders and raising his legs over them in an almost automatic response. Damn, Jaeyoung has conditioned him.
But the older man ignores him, as he licks stripes up Sangwoo’s cock and over the tip, making him lose his mind.
“This is much preferable,” Sangwoo says in between moans, one hand gripping Jaeyoung’s hair.
This seems to be the incorrect response as Jaeyoung suddenly pulls away and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “It’s different,” he tells Sangwoo, smirking.
Sangwoo pouts, hoping it will get him to get back to his dick. But Jaeyoung is on a mission.
Jaeyoung reaches to grab the fleshlight and the bottle of lube stored underneath the bed — Sangwoo had insisted because it didn’t seem right to store it beside skincare products and Jaeyoung agreed because… well, ease. And it’s proving to be the best idea at this moment.
Jaeyoung pours lube inside the fleshlight, making sure to coat it. Sangwoo had once gotten hurt over a dry hand job and, since then, Jaeyoung has been extra careful.
He moves to lube up Sangwoo’s erection and Sangwoo struggles to breathe again.
“Relax,” Jaeyoung whispers softly, fist moving slowly over Sangwoo’s erection. “Come on. It’s just me.”
Unsurprisingly, tension leaves Sangwoo’s shoulders and pleasure surges through him like lightning.
It is cut short again, though, as Jaeyoung pulls back again to prepare the fleshlight over Sangwoo’s cock. “Good?” He asks.
Sangwoo nods. “Green, hyung,” he repeats, noticing the way Jaeyoung takes a deep breath over the honorific.
Sangwoo takes a good look at his boyfriend at this point. He never understood the appeal of men in tight t-shirts because it seemed impractical to invite the possibility of cutting off your breathing while out in public, but with Jaeyoung standing in front him of him like this in a black shirt that hugged his muscles and acid wash jeans, dark eyes boring into his, Sangwoo changes his mind.
He’ll never get used to it, really. This intensity.
Jaeyoung plants one more kiss to Sangwoo’s tip before he’s easing the fleshlight over him, sending Sangwoo’s body into an arch.
Jaeyoung was right; it feels different. Now, Jaeyoung is gifted in the oral sex department so Sangwoo would never be able to say that it’s better than his mouth, but maybe it’s the fact that it’s Jaeyoung sliding it over him that makes the whole thing even more heated.
Sangwoo moans loudly, at this point uncaring if their neighbors heard. Jaeyoung is taking a slow pace, but he never takes his eyes off of Sangwoo, the realization of which sends Sangwoo into another frenzy.
“Good?” Jaeyoung asks as the squelch of the lube echoes through the room.
Sangwoo moans despite himself, heat pooling low in his gut. “So good, hyung.” Sangwoo would never forgive himself for whining like that, but it’s a problem for later.
Then the fleshlight stops abruptly and, in his pleasure-filled haze, Sangwoo wonders if the fleshlight suddenly formed a mind of its own. “Hyung?” he calls out.
“Now you do it, Sangwoo,” Jaeyoung instructs and the tone in his voice leaves Sangwoo scrambling, unable to think properly for once.
He wraps a hand around the silicon and pumps himself. He moans louder with each thrust and — Sangwoo would never admit this — with a pitch higher from the sound he usually makes as he takes a peak at Jaeyoung, who, undoubtedly, realizes what he was doing.
Jaeyoung stares down at him. “You play dirty.”
“Just—” Sangwoo cuts himself off with a high whine, grip tightening over silicone. “Just for hyung.”
Jaeyoung groans. “You’re really making it hard for me to just stand here and watch you, you know.”
“So don’t.” Sangwoo moans again, disbelieving of his own pleasure.
“Nah, a few more minutes,” Jaeyoung says, but he steps forward to bend over Sangwoo, his hands on either side of Sangwoo’s shoulders. “Go on, just enjoy it.” He bends down to nip at Sangwoo’s neck and the added stimulation paired with how much Jaeyoung’s size just engulfs Sangwoo causes the younger to shake.
He’s losing control.
“Hyung,” Sangwoo cries out, trying to pace his thrusts into the fleshlight. He really only wants one thing now. “Jaeyoung-ie hyung. Please.”
Jaeyoung’s head drops as he groans, unable to help himself. “Sangwoo, you’re exploiting my weaknesses.”
Then, just to prove it, Sangwoo moans, “Jaeyoung hyungie, please make me feel small.”
This breaks whatever sense of control Jaeyoung was hanging onto as he scrambles backwards to quickly undress himself. Never taking his eyes off of Sangwoo’s shaking form, he grabs a condom and the lube and prepares his own erection against Sangwoo’s hole.
He makes a noise of surprise. “You prepped already?”
Sangwoo moans loudly instead of answering, unsure how to explain to him that he’s been riled up all day just from watching Jaeyoung work out in front of the TV.
“Please, please,” Sangwoo whimpers as he helplessly thrusts into the fleshlight. He can’t help but chase the only available pleasure, even if he does want something better.
Sangwoo feels the tip of Jaeyoung’s cock against his hole just as Jaeyoung bends over him again to kiss him. “What will I do with you, Sangwoo,” he murmurs into Sangwoo's skin before slowly entering his younger boyfriend.
Sangwoo moans loudly at the feeling, his eyes welling up with tears. The hand over the fleshlight stops as the feeling of the man he loves inside him overwhelms him.
Jaeyoung wraps a hand around Sangwoo’s and pulls the fleshlight up over and back down as he thrusts into him. “Don’t stop. Keep going. Come on,” he instructs.
Sangwoo manages to nod in the haze. His whimpers fill the room as he starts moving the fleshlight again. Jaeyoung’s hands have moved to fold Sangwoo’s thighs to his chest, palms resting behind his knees as he pistons in and out of him.
“Sangwoo. Sangwoo,” Jaeyoung chants almost imploringly, thrusts going quick and steady. Sangwoo’s hand over the fleshlight begins to move faster, too, now more than acquainted with Jaeyoung’s cues. “I love you. I love you.”
This brings Sangwoo over the edge, coming with a drawn out moan of Jaeyoung’s name. The combined pleasure around his dick and from Jaeyoung inside him, plus the surge of love and heat in his chest as Jaeyoung said those three words— Sangwoo is truly, truly a weak man.
Jaeyoung slows down for him to catch his breath, but Sangwoo quickly wraps his legs around Jaeyoung’s middle and says, “Inside me, hyung, come on.”
Never mind that he’s wearing a condom, Jaeyoung would be a stupid man to deny such a request. Sangwoo knows this, too, as he rarely lets Jaeyoung come inside even on his friskier days.
With a few more thrusts, Jaeyoung comes with a groan, stilling inside Sangwoo before biting into his shoulder to stifle his harsh breathing. Sex is always a workout for Jaeyoung, who gives his 110% in everything.
The room is filled with their labored breathing as Sangwoo allows Jaeyoung to rest on top of him. He runs his fingers through his hair as they sit in a comfortable silence.
“It’s gotten long again,” Sangwoo comments after a while, feeling the soft strands fall one by one from his fingers.
“Yes, you’ll need to cut it again,” Jaeyoung mumbles into Sangwoo’s shoulder.
Sangwoo laughs, a full vibration coming from his chest and out his mouth. “You can do it yourself, you know.”
Jaeyoung looks up at him, and Sangwoo knows he can’t mistake the adoration in his eyes. Even his computer brain would not code it as anything else. Jaeyoung smiles at him and mutters softly, “I like your laugh.”
Sangwoo returns his smile. Jaeyoung is generally a cuddly person, but even more so after sex. This seemed to be common knowledge with everyone he’s ever dated. But Sangwoo doesn’t really think about Jaeyoung’s past relationships. When he does, it’s during times like these, when he gets Jaeyoung all wrapped up around him, murmuring what he likes about him in his ear.
He’s the lucky one right now, he thinks as he pushes Jaeyoung’s hair back and kisses his forehead. He’s the one who has him now.
As it has been in the last three years, Jaeyoung is allowed a few minutes of sleep on Sangwoo’s shoulder, a reward for working so hard, before Sangwoo is dragging them both to the bathroom.