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If Jongho were to describe Yunho, the first thing that will come into mind would be the way he’s offered himself to carry him when he had injured his knee. Then would come his reliability, the will to always set things straight in between the members – a precious skill when one lives in a flat with seven other men. And right after this two fairly positive characteristics, he would then list his playfulness as third. This is not to say that the other’s willingness to have fun in every type of situation is inherently bad, and chaos really isn’t foreign to any of them – not even to the seemingly shier ones.
But there is an important footnote to this one behavior of his, one that no matter its apparent marginality can’t simply be overlooked, or namely that above everything, Yunho is a moron.
Yunho is exactly the type of person to watch a dumb game show and then decide that they all need to participate in the recreation of it under the guise that it will totally be fun, most of which results in aching muscles and purple bruises like that one time when they played a wild session of drunk twister until six in the morning instead of sleeping.
The worst part – although such is only true when it comes to aforementioned occasions – of it all, is that Jongho is, quite surprisingly for everyone – apart for the readers who have definitely read the tags before venturing on, crushing on him. Or so to say, they have a thing going on, which the youngest wouldn’t really call a relationship yet. It’s more like an ‘I know, he knows’ kind of thing, yes exactly that one audio that was super popular on TikTok that went ‘and I look at him, and he looks at me’ and nothing else happens but that, there really is no other way to put it.
But if he’s the one who most often becomes the tallest boy’s target, it is unsurprising. As it is terribly annoying.
In all fairness, Jongho thinks he should be happy that the person he’s interested in has decided to tease him. Though that could simply be a trace of the legacy left in him by every Korean romance drama he’s watched, the famous saying that goes ‘if he teases her, then it means he likes her’ that everyone likes to quote from time to time. So if one is to believe in the words of any form of heterosexual romance fiction, that same situation should be the confirmation that Yunho is definitely as into him as he is. If not for the fact that Jongho already suspected such. And then for aforementioned footnote signaling the presence of at least a full sixty percentage of brazenness in the tall golden retriever boy in question.
The end result is that Yunho goes all in or nothing as usual. And though Jongho would really like to believe that there is a limit to foolish behavior, he is the exact evidence that no, really, there isn’t such a thing as a bottom line when it comes to being the worst tease in the entirety of Seoul.
Yunho doesn’t bother to start soft.
They are playing this corny game for a show, and Jongho’s decided to come up with the most ingenious plan he’s ever made to win it – he’s quite proud of it – but then here it comes, this six feet tall moron, smirking like the devil probably would before fucking you over forever – which he does, this damn bastard. Not even the cameras rolling can stop the other’s brazenness. Jongho couldn’t like to say fuck to his cover as much as he does when Yunho offers to help him if he does the same in exchange, then pointing to his lips, pressing them together before the wicked smile graces them again:
“Jongho.”
He calls, like the other isn’t already embarrassed, feet guiding him in an attempt at escaping from the presence that is almost backing him to a wall – he’s never wished of disappearing with a pop as much as he did there.
“Kissing me here is okay too.”
Be damned him. Be damned his stupid brass face. The violent blush that creeps on his cheeks has the maknae furiously trying to cool it down with two hands strategically set on the skin as he finally flees for his life – Yunho lets him after having had his back touching aforementioned wall. The cheery laugh that he hears behind him only twists the knife inside the already present wound on his pride.
To think that the idea of the cover up ‘kissing all the members’ mission had been his in the first place.
To think that’s merely the first of a series of events.
At the dorm, Jongho tries his best to avoid Yunho as much as he can, although with arguably small results. The brass faced moron is so dedicated to the duty of teasing him that most of the attempts tragically shipwreck – the maknae can picture the plop they make in their dive into water very clearly, but also, how is it possible that he finds each one of his hiding spots? And in just about a week, Jongho has had to cope with some of the worst pickup lines ever heard on earth.
To the point where he’s convinced that the tall boy has an internet tab with a list he religiously check before throwing him a:
“You should’ve been named glucose.”
And at Jongho’s visible confusion, continue with:
“Because you’re pretty darn sweet.”
Now that isn’t exactly shocking behavior because Yunho is actually constantly using them for any other member of the group, really. It’s the frequency with which he lets them flow on his tongue now – and directed to him in particular moreover – that makes the whole act suspicious. Add to this the fact that Jongho always gets immensely flustered when receiving compliments, and the picture it’s pretty clear.
Not to mention the absurdity of Yunho reaching his hands on his stack of chapstick and making it disappear into thin air two days after. Jongho would love to know just how exactly he’s gotten inside his room to bring the deed to completion when two whole roommates are there most of the times he’s out. The answer is that it’s either a fluke or Yeosang and Wooyoung are enjoying the whole assholery as much as Yunho is. Either way, the plan is clear when Jongho dreadfully finds out about the disappearance, then almost has a meltdown because his lips are dry as hell and his schedule is so full that it wouldn’t allow him to get a new one until evening – that’s the reason for the stack, and the smug asshole makes his way to his spot to promptly offer his personal balm to him.
The maknae would love to rebut something sarcastic. He would love to, but he is desperate. He does stare at the other’s cattish smile in silence for a bit though, taking in the absolute idiocy of his stance, one hip up the other down, the right hand that is offering the green colored chapstick seemingly mocking him: what would you do without me? He really is the portrait of triumph and confidence. Jongho could scoff, he thinks really Yunho, you could just ask if you want to be kissed this badly but he lets himself reach to grab the offer instead, giving this small victory to him. The complacent smile he gets in response to that has annoyance boil down in his stomach.
It’s not only because he has had no other choice, in truth. The maknae would be a liar if he said that he wouldn’t want to kiss Yunho too, as much that he’s actually daydreamt about it for so long that he’s forgotten when exactly it had started.
So then the other is doing both of them a favor, really. And when Jongho applies the balm on his lips, butterflies start fluttering in his stomach. He can only hope the warmth in his cheeks isn’t a way too noticeable blush when the same dark eyes look at him.
Either way Yunho’s far from done with being naughty. The maknae can only hope he doesn’t steal something else, though that’s far from the plans it seems, because now Yunho is instead orbiting all over his personal bubble instead. Ironically enough, maybe he wants to steal him away now. Jongho is embarrassed to say that the perspective is quite enthralling.
Either way that translates in the fact that Yunho seems to be everywhere he is for the next days. Like a shadow, he follows his actions closely, waiting for his shot.
What he may be planning, Jongho wouldn’t be able to say. He doesn’t have to wait much for the results of tailing.
On the next interview, the tall boy decides to pop his gigantic personal bubble without any visible sign of remorse, walking all the way towards him on set with unbothered grace to hang an arm over his shoulders. Jongho wouldn’t know what he’s said to him then, perhaps annoyed at the fact that he hasn’t been able to sneakily shun the touch while the cameras were running. The hand does however get away because of it, though the maknae shouldn’t have popped the champagne that soon, as the touch merely shifts on his hip instead. Much to his utter stupor, obviously. Again, his hyung keeps on pushing the limits of brazenness without seemingly break a sweat. If the hand caresses the length of his hip while Jongho goes as straight and frozen as a wet sheet in the snow it really shouldn’t be surprising.
This is bullshit, a part of him can’t help but still comment, however. The hit he gives him with his hip suffices in having the touch go away, fortunately, but the action taunts his mind for the following hour. With due reasons, one can certainly agree.
And Yunho keeps on backing him in the corner, confident seen the lack of an angry reaction at his naughty behavior. Jongho quickly finds himself trapped in his web, and not without the slightest hint of annoyance.
“Oi Jongho.”
The naughty smile plastered on his lips the moment they are back in their changing rooms is enough of a tell for the maknae by then. The temptation to growl at him and see if that has him backing away is great, but he instead stays silent. The makeup artist that had been dabbing makeup on his cheeks abandons her spot right as the other walks his way, and he couldn’t miss her more than he does right at that moment.
Not even the glare he sends him has Yunho discouraged.
“You’re in a bad mood?”
The boy tuts, the hands behind his back flying to his shoulders. Jongho freezes, eyes wide as the other strongly pinches the tense muscles of his neck in a very poor attempt at a massage.
“That is doing more damage than any good.”
He can’t help but sarcastically comment, not brushing the touch off because oh my God his hands are so close to my neck, and Yunho shushes him with a sound. His focused expression has a knot forming in the other’s throat.
“My massaging skills are renowned, Jongho.”
He replies in a flat voice, palms open now and pressing over the muscles. It would have the maknae snorting, if not for the touch reaching upwards, hands almost enclosing his entire neck in a grip for just a mere two seconds. Jongho’s breathing catches as a result, eyes searching for Yunho’s face in the mirror, seeing the small smirk breaching on his lips.
This bastard.
“Hyung.”
He calls, with all the intention of rebutting with a sort of sarcastic reply at first, though that is short lived. Yunho hums, still busied in massaging his neck when he lets their eyes meet in the mirror in front of the youngest, and if there is a way to describe the feeling that gives him, he would say naked with his pulsing heart on the show it is.
Jongho doesn’t hence say anything, but he hopes his lopsided stare is enough of a message for him.
No one should be surprised that it isn’t.
“There you go, handsome.”
Yunho pats the now pained shoulders with the same satisfaction of someone who’s just painted a Picasso. As per the maknae, he instead immediately hisses. To think that he needs to participate in a photoshoot now.
Not that Jongho isn’t used to his hyung’s handsome appellations thrown here and there thorough the day. They still make a heavy weight settle in his stomach, warmth spreading across his chest even when it’s not a name that’s reserved to him only. Yunho almost takes his part as the ‘boyfriend to each member’ too seriously for his tastes. Or maybe he’s just sour that the sole exclusive attention he’s getting is the tall golden retriever boy subtly teasing him for no apparent reason – well, if one is to disregard aforementioned teachings from heterosexual dramas, that is.
Either way Yunho’s pretty into this whole agenda of his, and he shows no intentions of stopping soon.
During their time in front of the camera, he sort of behaves, solely joking around with Mingi here and there, which anyone would agree is just normality. Then, as Jongho makes a move to leave the set, the tall man catches up to him quite quickly: his hand breaches his personal bubble again to firmly pat his arm.
“Nice work today.”
Yunho’s voice is melodic, and wouldn’t the maknae know that’s just the way he is, he’d bet he is being sarcastic. Still, he observes him for a moment before muttering his thanks, letting himself take in the round shape of his eyes. Anyone would say they are genuine, but Jongho can’t help but wonder whether the spark he is seeing in there is malice, or simply his hyung being his hyung.
He decides to drop the investigation, however. Who knows, maybe he will get tired of playing at some point.
The fact that peace reigns for a couple of days after that gives Jongho hope that Yunho has indeed shifted targets. Perhaps he’ll take to sting San or Mingi now – the latter being his usual companion when it comes to playing around. And perhaps that will be the result of the maknae not giving him the reactions he had hoped for. In some way, Jongho can’t help the small sting of sadness in his stomach when Yunho suddenly doesn’t wander close to his personal bubble again. Although he appreciates not having his buttons pushed at every hour of the day, clearly.
But as for all things, peace is still short lived, and Yunho shoots a bullet in his patience soon enough. He really didn’t have to miss him.
His mischievous intentions are quite clear for the maknae as soon as he makes his way to him in a way that resembles a feline walking, smiling like the sun’s out. Jongho would love to say that he isn’t annoyed by it. Or that he doesn’t even suspect that his hyung is up to trouble. But such would simply be covering up his own eyes, wouldn’t it?
Yunho comes close to then abruptly walk to the kitchen instead of the couch, however, leaving the maknae confused. His head can’t help but turn around to spy the other, then snapping back to his phone when he surprisingly meets his eyes. Was that the plan from the beginning, to see whether Jongho is interested enough to wonder why he isn’t giving him attention? The youngest can say that he feels himself fuming at the mere possibility.
Lips pursed into a pout, he furiously scrolls through a hundred of pictures he doesn’t even bother to memorize until Yunho eventually comes back, laying a glass on the small table in front of him. Jongho snaps out of his dazed anger to blink at the offer, then stare at him with a grouch that he hopes conveys his feelings. His hyung doesn’t falter.
“Stay hydrated.”
He reminds, though it sounds like a taunt, and the expression of satisfaction that accompanies it has the other wanting to call out the behavior once and for. Jongho stalls for too long, however, because Yunho has disappeared in the same way he has gotten inside the room, like a single whiff of wind.
The maknae can’t help the grunt he releases.
The days that follow, Yunho continues with his plan of wandering close to him. To the point where Jongho really wonders if he’s going to drop the bomb at some point – namely confessing to him – or whether that is his way of testing the grounds to see what his reactions are. On the probability of both of them being true, the maknae wonders whether he should give it a rest with the grouch painted on his lips. Still, his hyung has been prodding at his patience for so long that he is very close to breaking.
And the touch. That could be damned.
Jongho startles when Yunho starts sneaking touches here and there in the changing rooms. Mostly because he didn’t expect he’d dare again after the interview episode, and also because it’s him we’re talking about and last time he checked, he isn’t exactly known as a snuggle bear. If there is something he is learning about Yunho, however, it is that one, physical touch must be his first love language, and two, he really doesn’t give a fuck when he’s got an objective to reach. And Jongho may be good at playing dumb, but he isn’t that silly not to have understood that the target to his arrow is drawn right on his forehead.
Not that the knowledge stops him from jolting when Yunho presses a hand on the small of his back while walking through, his startle completely contrasting with the placid smile on his hyung’s lips as he already has his attention snatched by another member. Jongho can’t think it is by accident for long enough because the tallest dares sneaking another one as they’re leaving for the stage, then a hand on his nape when getting back to the changing rooms, then one pat on his leg while he’s dabbing the sweat off his face and neck. Touch by touch he gets closer and closer, and the maknae feels himself engulfed into something he can’t really pinpoint.
Jongho decides he’s had enough of his push and pull. If that translates in him pulling a Wooyoung move on Yunho, he really can’t even begin to feel sorry for it. Rather, he thinks that’s what his hyung would actually propose too.
What is stopping you from sitting on his dick with such presuppositions?
It’s ironic how the maknae can perfectly hear the enthralled voice in his mind.
Jongho can’t say that he’s meticulously planned it, but he’s been softening his hole up for the occasion. He knows the dorm won’t be viable for it, so he may as well get ahead of the game, hence the almost religious appointment with fingering during his night shower time. Only an idiot would attempt sitting on Yunho’s dick without any type of – or superficial – preparation after all, and he certainly isn’t one. Making sure he can catch the opportunity at any time is essential.
Yunho had it coming. The maknae would also bet he wouldn’t mind the act in any way, although he still finds himself rather doubtful in whether his hyung actually wants him as much as he does. Maybe they have nothing in between each other and he’s only imagining it, victimizing himself for the silly pranks the other quite often pulls on any of them. Or, he is instead slowly crawling exactly where Yunho wants him to be.
There is no telling it, but the need to get even a bit of satisfaction through revenge is enough of a prompt for Jongho to move on with the plan anyways.
His hyung even gives him the perfect excuse pretty quickly. Not that such is surprising when Yunho’s been pushing his buttons for days with his not quite invasive touching, only that this one time he couldn’t have fathomed Jongho waiting for him to just go a little further to finally be able to jump on him like a big feline.
Not that a playful slap on one of the members’ ass is usually a trigger for anything but laughter, after all. So the maknae doesn’t really blame Yunho for getting completely surprised by his:
“Wow, you really want me to sit on your dick, don’t you?”
Right after the smack, wide brown eyes that give the other at least half of the satisfaction he’s searching for. Oh, Yunho didn’t expect it at all. He instead looks like he’s scrambling in search of something to say, stare snapping here and there but not looking anywhere near Jongho’s face.
The latter sets his hands on his own hips, not helping the smirk that breaches his annoyed expression.
Around them, the changing room has emptied just in time for the youngest to get on with his plan. Jongho wonders if some stars have aligned in favor of him somewhere in the vast universe.
“What?”
Yunho finally and not so eloquently blurts, chuckling to hide his quite evident embarrassment. The attempt at saving some face is even clearer when he tries getting on with his stuff, but ignoring the maknae isn’t going to happen, not today at least. Jongho promptly hooks one finger on one of his belt loops, pulling him close again with too much strength, probably, as the older boy almost trips on his own feet because of it.
Not that the maknae doesn’t feel prideful at the fact he can easily move a person taller than a hundred eighty centimeters as he pleases.
And Yunho is even more shocked when his ass gets sat on the closest chair around, and not out of his own volition. The shade of red that dusts his cheek resembles the color of a chilly pepper.
“I-”
He starts, but Jongho’s faster:
“I mean you’ve been on my neck for weeks now, it must be because you were trying to tell me something, right?”
Yunho couldn’t be more unprepared as he is at that moment. The maknae has seen him come up with solutions for any trouble they’ve had on stage for years, always with steady nerves when it was needed. Today, however, he thinks the ravenette’s brain must be completely on the fritz. Not that he blames him.
“Uhm.”
Yunho seems to have troubles speaking, and Jongho would wait for him if they weren’t running out of time the more he stalled. The changing room wouldn’t be empty for forever.
“I can sit on your dick for real if you want it”
The youngest hence democratically begins.
“Or not.”
The shrug of his shoulders follows as he almost turns around to leave, an outcome that he was almost dreading if not for his hyung scrambling to grasp at the fabric of his shirt. Their eyes meet again in one fraction of second, one calm and the other embarrassed to no end.
“No, I mean. Yes, yes I’d like that.”
Yunho’s chest heaves as he drops his stare to add in a mumble:
“If you want to do it. Yes. Of course.”
Which pulls at the other’s heart in a way that makes his world stumble and rumble and then stop with the sound of a screech that resembles the one of a car going off the rails. Jongho blinks dumbfounded for a couple of seconds, taking in the fact that his hyung would like that, where that is him riding him. Then, he is fast to pick up his confidence again.
“Alright.”
He says.
“Make space for me.”
Which has his hyung even more alarmed than he was at the first offer, it seems:
“Wait, here?”
Yunho almost chokes on the words as Jongho sends him a questioning look.
“Doesn’t feel comfortable enough for you?”
Not that he wants to be sarcastic now, it’s just that it’s funny that his hyung is more worried about the place than anything else he’s thrown his way until now.
“It’s a changing room?”
“Yup”
Jongho lays his hands on his hips, looking right in the other’s anxious eyes. Even while sitting Yunho is ridiculously tall, he notes.
“I can see that.”
His hyung seems to be panicking now.
“A changing room.”
He repeats, and the maknae is fast to counter:
“Alright, then toilet? If you don’t mind sitting on one, obviously.”
Which seemingly has Yunho even less convinced.
“Hyung, I’m not your roommate.”
Jongho reminds then.
“Your room is a no go too.”
“Alright.”
The ravenette sends him a shy stare, lips pushed into a pout.
“Toilet it is.”
Jongho wouldn’t say toilets booths that music shows buildings offer are the epitome of spacious, but they are undoubtedly clean and almost fancy looking. Not that he has to care about the whole aesthetic too, as he isn’t there to act as a judge, rather, he is more worried about the fact that the two of them may not fit in together. So when Yunho stalls in front of aforementioned small space, Jongho can only agree with the light worry present in the brown orbs. Still, he takes a few steps towards him anyway, pulling him close by his belts loops again.
“Seems like a good compromise to me.”
He says, although Yunho doesn’t seem to understand until the other actually gets on his knees in front of him.
“Oh my god.”
He hence blurts out, but not for the act per sè as his next statement actually demonstrates:
“Someone may come in.”
Jongho can’t help but shrug.
“Then you get inside the booth and hide.”
His hyung gives him a wide stare when he eventually pulls the hem of his pants slightly lower. But the maknae stares back, almost too placid for his own comfort – if someone really is to find them like that it won’t be pretty – and Yunho traps his bottom lip in between his teeth after a mere moment.
“Alright.”
Jongho taunts a little.
“We certainly are eager.”
The sound Yunho releases shouldn’t pull at his stomach the way it does, and yet, here he is freeing his half hard on like they actually mean something to each other. Damn, the youngest can’t help but wonder if something may actually happen now that his hyung has clearly expressed his desire for him to hop on his dick. Speaking of which, he may want to thank himself for thoroughly prepping now that he’s seeing the thing up close. Plus for having brought single use packages of lube that are easy to sneak in one’s pocket.
When Jongho fists at the length a little, Yunho squirms, getting almost immediately harder. His hands don’t know where to go for a moment so they stay in mid-air, and his cheek get colored of the reddest of blushes. The maknae sees the glossiness of his eyes once he looks up, feeling himself grow warm in return. Jongho perceives the ‘I like you’ he wants to speak heaving at the tip of his tongue, though he keeps it from slipping. He thinks he may avoid speaking it up when he’s there jerking the other to full hardness, so in a not entirely romantic situation. Yunho may slip first, seen the way he seem in a daze.
“Hyung.”
Jongho calls as the unfocused expression persists for more than one moment.
“All good?”
And the ravenette quickly blinks, humming.
“Yeah.”
He says, voice a mixture of tiny and faint. Then, probably having sobered up a little:
“Wait, so we’re doing this for real.”
The maknae has to avoid snorting at it.
“Yeah? I mean I haven’t taken your dick in hand because I feel like pranking you.”
And in between the somewhat shyer expression on his face, even Yunho’s lips can’t help but quirk up in a small smile. Jongho may die a bit right at that moment – his heart does a bit of a crazy somersault too. This is quite the development from the TikTok audio situation. Certainly one can state that they’ve skipped a couple of steps for him to have ended up with the other’s hard on in his left hand.
The maknae is still somehow satisfied when he slips out of his own pants, intercepting the meek stare Yunho gives him. It is almost comical how his confidence from the weeks of teasing has almost washed out now.
“Wait.”
But it doesn’t take long for his hyung to finally panic. Jongho rips the small package of lube open with his teeth in the meantime, letting it bathe the dick of interest while Yunho sits up straight on the toilet seat. The door of the small cubicle has been finally closed, but it wouldn’t give the oldest any type of ease.
“Wait, I don’t think it’s going to fit.”
The ravenette looks at him with worried eyes, hands finally settling on his naked hips – perhaps more in an attempt at halting him from fully sitting – when he hovers on his lap.
“Aw.”
Cute, Jongho thinks, throwing him a foxy smile. The considerate comment from the other makes his cheek grow warm too, especially now that those brown orbs reveal feelings that go quite beyond physical attraction.
“Yes it will, look.”
Jongho grabs a hold of one of those hands – while taking notice of the size of them on his hips, and not without feeling his guts twist in his abdomen as a result – and lets it trail behind him, guiding it to his entrance. Yunho panics again then, trying to shun away until his middle actually breaches inside without meeting any type of resistance. When his eyes look up at the maknae, he has realization written all over his face.
“No one would be crazy enough to sit on your dick without proper preparation, hyung.”
Jongho taunts, and the boy in question seems speechless. His stare stays fixed on a point on the other’s lower stomach, middle still stuffed behind. As silence stretches for a bit, the maknae is quick to prod:
“Would you be so kind to let me lube up so that I can sit on you? Not that I mind if you like this more. To each their own, as the saying goes.”
And Yunho bites his bottom lip while retracting his hand, letting him do the deed. His cheeks are getting pinker and pinker as time goes.
“You prepped?”
When his hyung finally gets it in himself to ask, Jongho is already slipping the point inside, so the question ends up in a sort of strangled sound. The hands on the other’s hips grip at the skin in response, nails leaving crescent marks on it.
“Yes.”
The maknae pouts, expression focused as he sits down a bit more.
“I’d rather not get a bloody butthole, if possible.”
Yunho doesn’t seem to be listening, however, despite having been the one to ask. His eyes are unfocused again, lips slightly parted and chest heaving as he feels himself getting engulfed in the tight heat without any struggle. Jongho reckons he’s never seen him as pliant as he is right at that moment. With the way he’s been the worst tease for weeks, he had expected taunts to slip past his lips once they would’ve gotten to do the deed. This Yunho, instead, he is breathless and shy, and consumed by desire to the point where he’s almost wordless.
When Jongho fully seats, his hyung even releases a soft sigh, almost as if relieved to have reached that point.
“There we go, see? We are good.”
The maknae can’t help but victoriously comment. His hands rest on the other’s thighs as he leans behind, swaying a bit on the length currently inside him. God bless preparation, yet again. Jongho feels the stretch even with it.
When his eyes trail up to Yunho, he is nodding slowly, almost reverently caressing his hips up and down. None of them seem to be even remotely bothered by the fact that they are going to be late to the dorm, or the fact that at any time, someone may be looking for them in the toilets. Jongho would rather finish before that.
Slowly, he sets his hands on his hyung’s shoulders for support, propping himself up a bit before sinking down again. The small moan that he tears from him is the sweetest after weeks of teasing.
“Feeling good?”
The youngest can’t help but want to be a bit vindictive now.
“See? You should’ve just asked. There was no need to be on my neck for this long.”
To which Yunho bites his bottom lip painfully. As Jongho starts hopping on his lap with a steady pace, his eyes squeeze shut for one moment, lips parted to release breaths mixed with the softest of moans.
“I didn’t know –”
His hyung blushes even more as he searches for the best words to convey his feelings. The youngest thinks it may take him too much, however, so he decides to give him a firm push on his back:
“If I was interested enough to let you fuck me?”
Yunho seems to be embarrassed to no end now. His eyes sternly avoid his, rather looking in between them, though that is a questionably wise choice when Jongho too is naked from the bottom down and riding him in a way that makes his own cock bounce up and down on his lower stomach. When he realizes he’s been zeroed in there for too long, the ravenette can’t find another place to fix his stare on if not on the other’s already waiting eyes. And not without wanting to flee, as Jongho can clearly see in his dilated pupils.
“So you decided to be a hassle instead.”
It still doesn’t halt him from being a menace. This is his time for revenge, after all.
“– sorry.”
Yunho almost chokes on the words when the youngest purposefully squeezes his buttocks together. His eyes slip shut, and he holds Jongho like he is his anchor. As for the maknae, he instead sneaks one hand on his cheek, leaving the other on his shoulder. The slow caress that he lays on the skin is gentle in contrast with the hurried pace he’s set. Jongho finally has the length brushing exactly where he wants, and precome is already slipping through his slit.
“You’re tight.”
His hyung almost cries out, eyes battling open and shiny with a thin veil of tears.
“God.”
Jongho would love to say that he is a expert at this in some way, but reality is that the only thing he’s ever stuck in his opening are fingers. The way he’s swaying on the other’s dick and squeezing it is purely lust and then maybe a bit of intuition on what would feel extremely good and torturing at the same time. One must not forget that although the plan has been formulated for revenge, the maknae is still as yearning as Yunho is for this. The accommodation on his lap is entirely satisfying in both ways. Jongho doesn’t blame his behind for the way it's eating up the other like it doesn’t want to ever let go.
Yunho’s grip on his hips mirrors it too.
“Fuck.”
His hyung squeezes out, voice tiny.
Jongho thinks he’s melting down with the warmth of their closeness. He’s sure he’s sweating a bit by then, and his knees are already hurting because he’s been holding the same position for quite a long time now. Still, he loves the feeling of being in charge – it makes his little goblin self who has been yearning for revenge for a while purr in satisfaction.
In between the heat, Jongho eventually finds himself in pressing his forehead on the other’s one, breathing shallowly – so close to his lips – and still swaying down before getting back to hopping on the dick. Which then seemingly drags Yunho closer to his orgasm, judging by the small whine he releases.
His hyung finally encloses him in a sort of embrace, daring a caress on his lower back. Perhaps more out of the spur of the moment than a thought decision, he is almost desperate as he then presses his lips over his, totally taking Jongho by surprise. The startle that makes his body jerk has Yunho parting way too early, however, ready to mutter a flow of apologies, but the maknae wouldn’t have any of that. Not when he’s finally that close to the person he’s been crushing on for a whole while.
“No.”
He whispers – almost chokes on it, and his hand grabs a hold of the other’s face, letting their lips connect again. It makes his heart perform another somersault. Jongho doesn’t know what to do with the information that Yunho kisses back like a starved man too, or how he finally presses their bodies together in a tight hug while deepening their kiss. The sloppy dance of their tongues has the maknae already out of breathe, and the contact only adds to the feeling. And then Yunho’s thighs grow tense and he chuffs a deep moan on his lips, the stutter of his hips following.
“Let me –”
He begins brokenly.
“I need to slip out.”
Jongho understands what that means, of course. He also doesn’t want him to, however, involuntarily squeezing him in a vice.
“I mean”
He whispers back, slowing down his pace a little, savoring the fullness for a bit more.
“After teasing me for weeks, you may as well give me a present, hyung.”
And Yunho chokes for real now. His eyes blinks open, pupils shaking as he tries to hold it but can’t, slowly coming undone while hugging the other tightly to him. Jongho welcomes the desperate moan hushed on the curve of his neck with a leaping heart. His already sobering up self sincerely hopes they haven’t made too much noise, but for the most part, all he can think of is the warm spill inside him, and the way Yunho is clinging on him like he is afraid he’ll crumble if not. Jongho pats his back, feeling like he need to soothe him a bit, giving both of them the time to wind down before breaking the contact. He can say that he is utterly satiated. Then:
“You drained my balls.”
Yunho jokes, his voice still dazed and croaky, and the maknae can’t help the snort that gets past his lips.
“You’ve brought this to yourself.”
He retorts, already frowning. As his hyung parts from the curve of his neck, he can see the unfocused expression in his eyes again, although this time mixed with mischievousness.
“I may want to annoy you again if we end up like this.”
Yunho has the audacity to throw him a smile. Jongho can’t help the way he gives him a flip on the neck, deeply offended that the other is laughing cheerfully now.
“Better not tease me while I still hold your dick hostage, hyung.”
The threat will definitely go past deaf ears, however.