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Jiwon doesn’t bother to knock when he arrives outside the luxurious apartment. He’s been here so many times, and he’s expected. So instead he punches the code in and lets himself in. The smell of food hits him as he shuts the door behind him. His stomach growls loudly, reminding him he hasn’t eaten since chugging a cup of coffee and inhaling a donut in his morning rush to get to class on time. He drops his bag in the doorway and toes off his shoes, before stepping fully into the apartment.
“I’m here,” he calls out.
“In the kitchen,” a voice calls back. He follows his nose and sure enough, there he is. Yunhyeong is focused on the stove and whatever it is that he’s cooking. He looks like he’s just gotten home from work. He’s still in his work slacks, and he’s got the sleeves of his button up rolled up. Jiwon can see the way his muscles flex and he instinctively licks his lips. The top buttons of his shirt are undone and he’s loosened his tie but not taken it off.
“Are you just gonna stare or are you going to come over here?” Yunhyeong asks, eyebrow raised and a laugh in his voice. Jiwon startles, his cheeks flushing at being caught, before shuffling into the kitchen and closer to Yunhyeong.
Yunhyeong turns around and ruffles Jiwon’s hair, who in turn scrunches his face. “How was class?” Yunhyeong asks, stroking Jiwon’s cheek.
“It was whatever,” Jiwon answers with a shrug. Yunhyeong’s eyebrow raises again.
“Did you even go to class?” he asks.
“I did!” Jiwon protests.
“Good,” Yunhyeong says, hands moving to smooth out the wrinkles in Jiwon’s t-shirt as an excuse to touch the younger’s chest. “Because only good boys get rewards,” he says, smirking at the way Jiwon’s face goes completely neutral to hide his spike of arousal.
Jiwon twirls Yunhyeong’s tie around his fingers. “How was work?” he asks.
“More of the usual,” Yunhyeong says. “Not that you actually care.”
“Of course I do!” Jiwon feigns innocence.
Yunhyeong’s hands move to Jiwon’s hips, turning him so his back is to the counter, and pushes him back until his back bumps gently against the edge.
Jiwon’s eyes flicker to Yunhyeong’s lips, and that’s all it takes for him to take a firmer grip of Yunhyeong’s tie, pulling him in. When their lips meet, it’s not gentle. His lower lip is in between Yunhyeong’s teeth and he can’t help but groan as Yunhyeong alternates between biting kisses and sucking on his lower lip. Jiwon drops the tie in favor of wrapping his arms around Yunhyeong, pulling him closer until their bodies are flush. Yunhyeong moves his lips to Jiwon’s neck, biting little marks into the skin there. Jiwon whimpers, dick twitching in his pants.
And suddenly Yunhyeong is gone. It takes a second for Jiwon to process, but his eyes narrow at Yunhyeong who is already halfway across the kitchen. Yunhyeong looks over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “Aren’t you hungry?” he asks, innocent tone a little too obvious.
“And if I say no?” Jiwon challenges.
“Well, then that would be a shame, since I worked so hard on this, and made you one of your favorites,” Yunhyeong replies, giving Jiwon the puppy eyes that he can’t resist.
“Fine,” Jiwon says, a tad dramatically as he makes his way towards the table.
“Good boy,” Yunhyeong says, pulling him in for a light kiss. He lets their lips linger, almost touching for just an extra moment. “Don’t worry, I know you’ll like your dessert.” His tone is low and husky, and Jiwon feels a shiver ripple down his spine. Yunhyeong gently pushes him down into his chair, and Jiwon obeys without hesitation. It’s worth it for the small smile he’s rewarded with.
Yunhyeong sinks into his own chair, and they both begin to eat, sharing stories of their day between bites. Jiwon loves the way Yunhyeong beams at him when he says something amusing.
He and Yunhyeong make quite the interesting pair in his opinion. Jiwon’s a college student, barely scraping by with his part time job at the local cafe. Which is where he had met Yunhyeong. He’d stopped in one day, and Jiwon was completely smitten, and it wasn’t too hard to notice Yunhyeong’s own attraction, when he suddenly began frequenting the cafe during Jiwon’s shifts. Eventually Jiwon worked up the nerve to slip his number in with Yunhyeong’s receipt.
It was less than six hours later that Yunhyeong had texted him, and they started talking. It turned out that Yunhyeong was about five years older than him, and worked for a successful tech startup. They went on a couple of dates, and Yunhyeong had really started spoiling him. He went from scrounging together change to get lunch at the corner store, to having everything he needed easily available. And Yunhyeong never really asked for much, but even if he had, Jiwon was so whipped that he would do anything for him.
“Jiwon,” a teasing voice cuts through his haze.
“Wuh?” He asks, confused as he suddenly snaps back into the present moment.
“What were you thinking about?” Yunhyeong questions.
Jiwon doesn’t know why but he flushes when he answers, “You.”
“Come here,” Yunhyeong says, reaching a hand out for him, and Jiwon goes, sliding onto Yunhyeong’s lap. He plays with the baby hairs at the base of Yunhyeong’s neck, before leaning in to kiss him. It’s slower and sweeter, but with a greater sense of urgency. Yunhyeong’s fingertips draw burning paths down his thighs, up his chest, and Jiwon feels dizzy with all of it.
He’s not expecting it when Yunhyeong slips his hand down the front of his shorts, gripping his dick through his boxers. He makes a choked off noise and buries his face in the crook of Yunhyeong’s neck as he’s teased through the thin material.
“I bet I could get you off, just like this,” Yunhyeong whispers in his ear. “Make you come in your pants, barely touching you. You’re so desperate for it.” His teeth catch on the lobe of Jiwon’s ear, putting just enough pressure to drag a whimper out of Jiwon, who is desperately trying to prove him wrong by keeping his hips still.
“But where’s the fun in that?” Yunhyeong asks. “When I have so many other plans for you tonight?” He withdraws his hand, and Jiwon whines, until Yunhyeong kisses the side of his head. “Up, I promised you dessert,” he says, and Jiwon stands on shaky legs.
Yunhyeong stands as well, pushing the chair away with his foot. He holds eye contact with Jiwon as he undoes his belt, and unzips his pants. Jiwon sinks to his knees without being told, mouth already watering. It takes all his willpower to wait as Yunhyeong pushes his briefs down tantalizingly slow. But when he puts a hand on the back of Jiwon’s head, Jiwon opens his mouth, and his eyes flutter shut as Yunhyeong pushes in. He groans at the heaviness, tongue already moving, swirling over the tip, before taking him in fully.
One thing Yunhyeong can never get used to is Jiwon’s lack of a gag reflex. It takes him by surprise every time when Jiwon sinks down to the base of his dick with little prep. One of his hands grips Jiwon’s hair, maybe a little harder than he means to, but the responding groan he gets tells him Jiwon doesn’t really mind. His other hand grips the table for support, as Jiwon slowly takes him apart.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he groans, running his hands through Jiwon’s hair. “Love that mouth.”
Jiwon pulls off, with a lewd pop, spit dripping down his chin. “You wanna fuck it?” he asks, beaming up at Yunhyeong, who has to take a moment to get his arousal under control.
“It’s your dessert, you get it however you want it,” he answers finally.
“You know how I like it,” Jiwon laughs, before giving Yunhyeong a wink. He strokes Yunhyeong’s dick for a moment, before sinking down on him, eyes locked with Yunhyeong. He doesn’t move any further, prompting Yunhyeong to lock his fingers in the hair on either side of Jiwon’s head. Jiwon wraps his arms around the back of Yunhyeong’s thighs for support, and closes his eyes as Yunhyeong begins to fuck into his mouth.
It’s slow at first, even though he knows Jiwon doesn’t need it. It draws little whines out of him that Yunhyeong thinks are absolutely adorable. He gradually increases the speed, until he’s rocking in and out at a speed they can both handle. As it is, he’s not going to last long. Jiwon’s eyelashes sparkle with tears from the intensity, and it’s nearly enough to have him come undone.
“Fuck, Jiwon, I’m gonna come,” he groans, starting to pull back. Jiwon's hands grip tighter, not letting Yunhyeong move. He opens his eyes, gazing up at Yunhyeong with glazed eyes. Yunhyeong grunts and before he can help it, he’s coming, hand fisting in Jiwon’s hair. “Fuck, fuck,” he groans as Jiwon swallows around him.
He releases Jiwon as he feels him pull back. He looks absolutely wrecked, bottom lip glistening with a mix of saliva and come. Yunhyeong can’t help but reach out, swiping his thumb across Jiwon’s lip. Their eyes lock as Jiwon opens his mouth, sucking Yunhyeong’s thumb in. Yunhyeong groans, dick giving a feeble twitch.
“Get up,” he says, cupping Jiwon’s chin with his hand and guiding him back up. He pulls Jiwon in for a brief kiss, before spinning him around, and pushing him so he’s bent over the counter. Jiwon shivers at the chill of the marble beneath him, and squirms impatiently as he hears Yunhyeong rummaging through a drawer. He straightens up just long enough to rid himself of his own clothing. He hears the drawer shut, and a cap click. He jerks with a small whine as Yunhyeong suddenly slips a cold, lube covered finger between his cheeks.
“Do you just keep lube stashed in the kitchen now?” Jiwon asks, trying to sound unaffected as Yunhyeong runs his finger around the tight ring of muscle.
“I keep it everywhere since your ass came into my life,” Yunhyeong answers with a laugh. He slaps Jiwon’s ass with his free hand, and the other jerks back against him. Yunhyeong grins as he pins Jiwon down by the neck, slowly pushing his finger inside him. Jiwon whines loudly. As soon as his finger bottoms out, he starts thrusting it. He can tell from the little jerks of Jiwon’s hips, that he’s not going to put up with Yunhyeong stringing him along tonight, and he’d rather curb the complaining before it begins.
“Yeah, fuck, yeah,” Jiwon gasps, as Yunhyeong begins pushing a second finger inside. His voice is getting pitchy, and Yunhyeong just twists and stretches him, a small smile on his face.
“You like that?” he asks casually, picking up the pace just a little. He gets an indecipherable noise in return that he assumes means ‘yes’. Jiwon’s knuckles are white from where he’s gripping the counter, and his face is buried in his arm. “One more,” Yunhyeong encourages, sliding in a third finger.
Jiwon gasps, shoving back against Yunhyeong’s hand. “Fuck, come on,” he begs.
“Come on what?” Yunhyeong asks, adopting an air of innocence.
“If you don’t fuck me right now,” Jiwon swears, trailing off into a whimper as Yunhyeong’s fingers rub against his prostate.
“Yes?” Yunhyeong laughs.
“Please,” is all Jiwon can manage.
Yunhyeong keeps at it until Jiwon’s legs are shaking underneath him and he can’t form words anymore, just endless streams of needy noises. When Yunhyeong is finally satisfied, he slips his fingers out, and sets to work shedding the rest of his clothing.
It takes Jiwon a solid ten seconds to realize he’s not being touched anymore. He shakily pushes himself up. “What the fuck?” he protests, turning around to stare Yunhyeong down, but he’s shaking far too much to be intimidating.
“Bed,” Yunhyeong says, jutting his chin towards the back of the apartment.
“It’s too far away!” he protests.
“Go, or I’ll go to bed and leave you to take care of yourself!” Yunhyeong responds, before heading toward the bedroom.
Jiwon stares at him for a moment, but when Yunhyeong ignores him and keeps walking, he finally believes he’s not joking. And besides, he can’t resist watching that bubble butt in front of him, so he follows.
Yunhyeong is standing at the head of the bed and when Jiwon approaches him, he pulls him in close to leave a long kiss on his lips.
“On your knees,” he whispers in Jiwon’s ear, before pushing him towards the bed. Jiwon rushes to comply, climbing onto the bed. He shivers as Yunhyeong’s hand grips his hip as he settles behind him.
“You look so good like this,” Yunhyeong says, squeezing Jiwon’s ass, before landing a ringing slap against it. Jiwon moans shamelessly, making Yunhyeong laugh.
“Would you just fuck me already?” Jiwon whines.
“So needy,” Yunhyeong chides, but he’s already reaching for the bottle of lube and spreading it on his dick.
Jiwon is wiggling in front of him and Yunhyeong licks his lips before moving in closer and lining himself up. He starts to push in slowly, enjoying the soft noises he’s drawing out of Jiwon.
“Yun, please,” Jiwon groans, and Yunhyeong can’t help but grin. He pauses when he bottoms out, fingers sliding across Jiwon’s back as he lets him adjust. He waits a little longer on purpose, just to watch Jiwon get impatient and start moving against him.
He laughs before pulling back and thrusting in in one smooth movement. Jiwon practically sobs, fingers gripping the sheets tightly. Yunhyeong begins to set a steady pace, gripping Jiwon’s hips, who happily meets his thrusts.
“Fuck, fuck, you’re so big,” Jiwon whines.
“You can take it,” Yunhyeong encourages.
“Yeah, yeah. I like it,” Jiwon says, breathless.
“Yeah?” Yunhyeong laughs, fucking him a little faster. Jiwon muffles his moans in the sheets.
“More,” Jiwon groans not much later, fucking back against Yunhyeong.
“What do you say?” Yunhyeong teases.
“Please, come on,” and the bit of petulance that creeps into his tone makes Yunhyeong grin. He changes position, leaning over so his chest is pressed against Jiwon’s back.
“Oh god, oh god,” Jiwon moans as Yunhyeong begins to thrust again, the new angle pressing his prostate with every thrust.
“I can feel you shaking,” Yunhyeong laughs against Jiwon’s ear, making him shiver. “You wanna come don’t you?”
Jiwon nods, unable to speak around the moans pouring out of his mouth.
Yunhyeong picks up his pace. “Come on, pretty boy,” he moans before burying his face against Jiwon’s neck as he snaps his hips.
Jiwon comes first, shuddering and clenching around Yunhyeong who fucks him through it until he follows Jiwon over the edge.
He rests for a moment to catch his breath before carefully pulling out of Jiwon, who rolls onto his back, blinking up at Yunhyeong sleepily.
“We should shower,” Yunhyeong says.
“Later,” Jiwon whines, pouting his lips and reaching for Yunhyeong, who is powerless to resist. He lays next to Jiwon, kissing his pout and pulling him close.
He wakes up some time later when the bed moves and Jiwon is suddenly straddling his lap.
“What are you doing?” he asks around a yawn.
“What does it look like?” Jiwon asks, cheekiness back in full force.
“Keeping me from sleeping?” Yunhyeong asks. Jiwon pouts and Yunhyeong smiles. “I’ve got work in the morning,” he says, but Jiwon doesn’t move.
“Well, I better make sure you get a good night of sleep then!”
“Jiwon, I’ve already come twice,” he groans.
“Yeah and I haven’t,” Jiwon protests, and Yunhyeong rolls his eyes.
“I’ll stop if you want me to,” Jiwon says. But as he speaks he begins to grind against him. Even if Yunhyeong is tired, his dick apparently isn’t.
“You’re a menace,” Yunhyeong says, defeated, and Jiwon grins.
“I’ll do the work, just hand me the lube,” he says, a wide grin on his face. Yunhyeong can’t even pretend to be annoyed as he hands it over.
Jiwon pours the lube into his hand before reaching behind him to stroke Yunhyeong’s dick.
“Fuck, you could have warmed it up first,” Yunhyeong complains.
“I have to make sure you get some sleep, I didn’t have time!” Jiwon protests, looking at him innocently.
Yunhyeong opens his mouth to make a comment but Jiwon chooses that moment to sink down on his length and all he can do is moan.
“Oh fuck,” Jiwon groans. “Oh, I love this position.” He adjusts his position and begins to move up and down, riding Yunhyeong. “Fuck, you’re so deep,” he pants.
Yunhyeong can barely think straight, all the blood in his body moving to his dick. His fingers dig marks into Jiwon’s hips where he grips them.
Jiwon braces himself with his hands on Yunhyeong’s chest, rocking back and forth. Small noises of pleasure slip out of his mouth.
“You’re literally insatiable,” Yunhyeong says amazed, breath coming out in harsh pants.
“What can I say?” Jiwon gets out between shuddered breaths. “You make me so fucking horny.”
“Romantic,” Yunhyeong replies sarcastically.
“Is romantic what we’re doing now?” Jiwon asks, trying to focus but it’s hard with a dick in his ass.
“Maybe? If you want to,” Yunhyeong says.
“Are we really having his conversation while I’m riding you?”
“Is it going to get you to say yes,” Yunhyeong asks, thrusting up and hitting Jiwon’s prostate. Jiwon cries out, nails digging into the bare skin of Yunhyeong’s chest.
“Yeah, yeah it is,” Jiwon whines, and Yunhyeong lets go of him with one hand to wrap it around Jiwon’s dick, tugging as he begins to move his hips in time with Jiwon’s.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” Jiwon whimpers, rocking desperately against him.
“If you keep clenching like that I’m not gonna last, fuck,” Yunhyeong groans, doubling his efforts. He can feel Jiwon trembling, limbs threatening to give out.
“You,” Jiwon starts to say but the rest gets cut off as his orgasm hits him like a train and he cries out as he comes, head spinning.
The combination of nails and Jiwon’s impossible tightness is enough to send Yunhyeong over the edge for the third time that night.
Jiwon collapses on top of him, breathing heavily. Yunhyeong cards a hand through sweaty curls as they both try to calm down.
After a few minutes Yunhyeong can feel himself struggling not to nod off.
“Come on,” he says, kissing the side of Jiwon’s head. “Gotta get cleaned up.”
Jiwon groans but doesn’t move and it makes Yunhyeong smile. He wraps an arm tight around the other, rolling them over. They both wince as he jostles inside Jiwon, oversensitive.
He pulls out gently. “I’ll get a washcloth, you rest, princess,” he teases but Jiwon just gives him a goofy smile without opening his eyes.
He’s solidly unconscious by the time Yunhyeong is back and doesn’t react as Yunhyeong wipes him down. He tosses the soiled cloth in the laundry bin before crawling in bed next to him.
Jiwon wakes to movement, the warm body next to him disappearing.
He whines.
“Shh, go back to sleep, I’ve got to get ready for work,” Yunhyeong says softly. Jiwon wants to protest but he’s already asleep again.
The next time he wakes up it’s to insistent kisses covering his face. He squirms but blinks his eyes open to see Yunhyeong beaming down at him.
“Morning,” he says, entirely too brightly for whatever ungodly hour it probably is. Jiwon just groans.
“I’ve got to go into the office today but I won’t be late. You can use the office to do your school work. And, I left the card on the table. Get yourself lunch and decide what we’re having for dinner,” Yunhyeong says, pressing a kiss to Jiwon’s lips.
“Mmkay, have a good day, babe,” Jiwon’s says still mostly asleep.
The pet name takes Yunhyeong by surprise, but it makes him grin widely. He gives Jiwon one more kiss before standing up and heading out for the day.