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Chan thinks he can stay like this forever.
"This" being fucking into Jeongin's cunt.
Jeongin sounds so fucking delicious, whimpers spilling out from his lips as Chan fucks more of his cock into his body. The bed creaks more violently with every thrust, banging into the wall behind them, ruining their cheap apartment drywall and no doubt getting their neighbors pissed off.
Chan's name tumbles from Jeongin's lips like a chant, a mantra, a prayer to some being above to never let this pleasure dissipate and fizzle out, and the being above hovers over Jeongin's body and fucks him harder.
Chan can see the very faint outline of his cock bulging from Jeongin's midriff when he shifts, getting a clearer view when he hits Jeongin's g-spot and his stomach fucking shudders and concaves and totally doesnt feed Chan's ego.
"Channie." Jeongin sobs, hands fisting into the sheets and shaking almost violently. Fat tears stream down his face whenever he closes his eyes, clumping up his lashes and making them shine. Theirs drool dribbling down the side of Jeongin's mouth but he's so out of it he doesn't even notice.
"Am I fucking you that good, sweetheart?" Chan huffs out a laughs when Jeongin responds with a high keen and arches his back.
Chan leans forward, grabbing ahold of Jeongin's thighs and pushing them against his chest. The new position makes Jeongin wail, making it easier for Chan to drill his cock farther, faster and harder inside of Jeongin while he just lays there helplessly.
"You can take it, Innie," Chan coos when Jeongin begins to thrash, pushing his legs further towards Jeongin and plunging deeper. "Don't you wanna be good for me, Innie? Take all of my cock like a good boy?" Chan poorly hides a smirk when Jeongin nods as enthusiastically he can at this moment.
Jeongin's cunt eagerly, although barely, takes the cock Chan is relentlessly feeding into it. Jeongin feels fucking amazing, erratically tightening around Chan, and It's so slick and warm that Chan doesnt think he cant get enough.
"Hyung, Hyung." Jeongin moans needily, bringing his hands up to cover his face as the heat in his stomach begins to build, firey and licking at his core.
Chan growls, letting go of Jeongin's thighs to grab at his waist and pull him down, now almost leaving no space between their fronts and fucking as much cock without pulling out as he can into Jeongin, who hands fly off his face to grip the sheets again and he almost screams.
"You know how I feel about you covering your face, Jeongin. Especially when you're about to come." Chan drops Jeongin's waist onto the pillow he set underneath him, tugs his legs over his shoulders, and plants his hands on either side of Jeongin's head, getting a clear view of his boyfriends now uncovered face.
"Ch-Channie." Jeongin whines, hands scrambling to wrap around Chan's wrists, which immediately move to interlace his fingers together with Jeongin's, a soft, although necessary, action.
His thrust are pushing Jeongin closer to the edge, whines getting higher, needier, more desperate with every pound into his pussy. Jeongin feels the fire in his stomach grow larger, spreading across his body slowly as Chan meticulously rearranges his guts.
Tears spring into Jeongin's eyes again, flowing easily down his face and pooling into the pillow underneath him.
"Hyung, I-Im gonna- Need you-" Jeongin cuts himself off with the most pathetic sob Chan's heard all night.
"You gonna come on my cock, baby? Gonna make a mess?" Chan teases. Jeongin nods dubiously, squeezing their hands together harshly and digging his nails into the back of Chan's palm. He squeezes his eyes shut, forcing more tears out of his eyes.
"Look at me, Jeongin." Jeongin obeys, prying open his eyes with great effort to look up at Chan. He whines when Chan tugs one of his hands free, using his other to steady himself while the free one inches down to where him and Jeongin are connected.
Jeongin wails when Chan begins to rub erratic little circles over his cocklet, using his other two fingers to rub over his folds, collecting enough slick on his hands to dip into his cunt. It's too much and Jeongin can feel the hot string in his stomach snap and white-hot rivulets of pleasure erupt all over his body.
Chan looks at Jeongin just in time to see his eyes cross, nails digging so deep into Chan's hand it breaks the skin, his body seizes up and Jeongin comes with a stuttered high, pathetic whine, tightening like a vice around Chan's cock.
Chan moves his hand from Jeongin's mound to interlace them together again, never stopping his thrusts as he starts to chase his own release. The pace is almost brutal, Jeongin's slick leaving his cunt with little resistance.
Jeongin makes a pained noise in the back of his throat, tightening their hands together as he looks up at Chan with watery eyes.
"I know, baby, I know. Just a little more." Jeongin nods obediently, squeezing his eyes shut and wrapping his legs around Chan's waist.
"I-Inside, please Hyung, want it inside." Jeongin hiccups, clenching one more time around Chan's cock and successfully sending him over the edge. He bites into Jeongin's shoulder, emptying himself into Jeongin's cunt.
Chan pulls out, dragging his cock slowly along the ridges of Jeongin's walls and pressing kisses to Jeongin's shoulder. Jeongin squeaks at the feeling of both their release flooding out of him, dripping from his hole.
"Such a good boy, Innie. So good to me, my perfect boy." Chan whispers, leaning down to connect his lips with Jeongin's, who wriggles his hands out of Chan's to throw his arms around his shoulders.
Chan pulls away from their kiss, leaning back to get a clear view of Jeongin's sopping cunt.
"Cant let you drip onto our sheets now, can we?" Chan grins, grabbing Jeongin's thighs and pulling them up to his shoulders. Jeongin yelps when half his body is suddenly hovering off the bed.
Chan's pupils fatten in interest. Jeongin doesn't get any time to question what Chan is doing before Chan shoves his face into Jeongin's cunt, sending Jeongin barreling into overstimulation.
Jeongin, utterly helpless in this position, sobs brokenly. He tries to wriggle away, rightfully overwhelmed and sensitive, but Chan just tugs him backwards right back onto his tongue. Chan has him trapped.
He just lies there and takes it, whines spilling from his lips as Chan eats him out to completion.
Chan makes these loud and obnoxious sounds- like Jeongin is the best goddamn thing he's ever tasted. It should realistically turn anybody off, but Jeongin swears he gets wetter.
Combined with his previous oversensitivity and the new assault on his mound, Jeongin comes again relatively quick. Thighs shaking against Chan's head, shuddering on Chan's tongue when he finally licks him clean and pulls away.
He deposits Jeongin's spent body gently on the bed, removes the pillow under his waist, and crawls besides him to lay on his side.
"C'mere, sweetheart." Chan outstretches his arms, and Jeongin slots himself into them, immediately relaxing (partially from pure exhaustion) in Chan's comforting hold.
"You did so good, baby. I'm so proud of you, my pretty boy." Chan kisses the top of Jeongin's forehead, threading his fingers through his hair and scratching his scalp lightly. Jeongin's eyes begin to droop, going limp against Chan's chest.
"Thank you, hyung... Love you.." Jeongin says sleepily, pressing himself against Chan's pectoral, melting into the mattress.
Jeongin eventually dozes off in Chan's arms, breathing lightly. They should probably clean up, but Chan can't risk waking Jeongin up from his peaceful state to run a bath. It would be cruel.
So, he blindly reaches for the blanket bunched up in the corner and throws it over the two of them, making sure Jeongin is tucked in before Chan lays his head on the pillow under him and closes his eyes, tugging his boyfriend closer.
"Love you too, Innie." Chan kisses Jeongin's hair, he knows Jeongin can't hear him, that he's talking to nobody right now, but Chan can't find it in himself to care.