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It consumes him. The aching, the throbbing in his pants. He’s so… so… horny.
It’s not his fault. It’s not his fault that Changbin teases. That Seungmin calls him a virgin. He’d cum in those stupid fucking braces if he could, make the puppy-eyed elder drool it out of the corner of his plush lips.
Jeongin lays face down on the top bunk, face pressed into his pillow, hand between his legs. He strokes furiously at his cock, pushing it between his blankets. If he closes his eyes, if he pretends really, really hard, it almost feels like-
“L-Lix-ah!” He whispers and gasps as he cums, sticky substance soaking into his sheets.
He breathes heavily for a moment, regaining the stamina to peek over the edge of the bed and leer down at his sleeping roommate.
Hyunjin snores, drooling on his pillow below. How such a beautiful prince could be such a nasty sleeper is beyond Jeongin. Maybe he used up all his pretty-power being awake that he needed to recharge at night.
Jeongin pulls his hand from between his legs and retreats back into his nest to lick up the cum clinging to his fingers.
He slides down the ladder, feet barely touching the rungs, using it more like a fireman’s pole than a ladder at all as he hits the carpeted floor. He spreads his toes over the plasticy fabric and heads out of the room towards the hall bathroom.
He buries his face in Felix’s towel, inhaling the musky scent of a few days’ use of the material. God. He gets lightheaded from the rush of blood that flows to his dick again. He’s nearly twenty. He shouldn’t have to jerk off like a fourteen year old all the time. But something about all the older, experienced, and sexy boys constantly around him doesn’t help.
He’s reeling off the testosterone in their dorm.
He palms at his cock through his briefs and leans against the door. If he doesn’t take care of this he’ll certainly implode.
He pads further down the hall, bare feet against the cold hardwood and then his hand lands on the door to Felix’s room. Well, Chan’s room. But if the light leaking out from under the studio room down the hall says anything, he wouldn’t be in bed until late. If at all.
Jeongin twists the handle, pushing the door open with a whining creak. A whiff of Chan’s bodyspray and hair pomade almost makes him recoil. He likes Chan… He just… He wouldn’t understand what Jeongin is going through. Men and women practically throw themselves at him.
It’s probably a tad bit of resentment.
Not dislike in any capacity. Envy maybe.
Felix is asleep, pretty eyelashes and pink lips parted, forming a pout. He’s so pretty.
He climbs on top of the sleeping boy, feeling the heat emitting off his dozing body.
“Hyung…” Jeongin whines and paws at the covers.
Felix groans, shaking the sleep from his head as he opens his eyes. “Oy? Innie?”
His voice is husky with sleep, accent thick and drawling. It drives Jeongin crazy .
“Hyung I really want…” He dips his head lower, nose pressed against Felix’s neck. He inhales the scent of him, something beachy, something else like sweat. Something masculine, maybe his lingering cologne.
Felix, compassionate, sunshine, all the things that make him so warm, opens his arms to invite Jeongin in. Pushes the covers back to welcome him.
“Have a nightmare?” He’s still groggy, confused at the intrusion, but still kind-hearted enough to pull the blond close.
Jeongin breathes in deeply, nearly moaning at the feeling of Felix’s pulse beneath the delicate skin of his throat. He just wants to bite . Sink his teeth into the warm flesh and draw out the most intimate sounds from his hyung.
“Innie?”
Jeongin kisses underneath his jaw and he can feel Felix shudder. “Hey…” The older boy puts his hands on the blond’s chest but doesn’t make any effort to actually push him away.
“Hyung-”
“What’s wrong?” Felix’s voice is deep and sexy with underlying concern. He must be concerned. Jeongin’s breathing is staggered, hungry.
“I just-” A sharp inhale, letting it out with a sigh. “I need you… please…”
Felix nods. “Yeah, mate. I’m right here.” His arms loop back around Jeongin’s body but he freezes when the younger boy grinds his hips down.
“Innie.”
“No… no please don’t say anything… just let me have this…”
Jeongin does it again. And again. His cock aches, precum making a wet and bubbling spot on his gray briefs. Felix’s flight or fight kicks in with him going catatonic. What can one do, anyway? When asked so desperately for this? Jeongin wonders if he prays for it to be over. For this to just be it.
Poor, kind Felix.
“Hyung, touch me.” He doesn’t wait for him to obey, instead grabbing his wrist and forcing it between his legs, over the impressive bulge in his pants.
“It’s okay. I’m not so little anymore.” He makes up reasons why Felix won’t reciprocate. He’s too young. He’s inexperienced. He’s. He’s family .
But he’s not a kid anymore.
“Please. Lix.”
“N-no- No.” Felix wakes up now, pushing Jeongin off him slightly as he tries to prop himself up on his elbows. “ No.” His voice is more stable. He’s serious.
Jeongin drops his smile when Felix loses any amount of compliance. He’ll just have to take it then.
He keeps whispering begging words. Please. Need. Want.
Felix could fight back but he’s so small. It would be useless.
Jeongin kicks the covers away, destroying the safe space the brunette welcomed him into. Felix sleeps in fleece pajama pants and Jeongin tears them down his thin legs, leaving them around his ankles. He needs to be quick. Chan could return any time. Felix could call for help. Instead he just cries . Big, pretty eyes wet with salty tears that spill over onto his freckled cheeks.
Why doesn’t he fight back?
He must want it then, right?
This is his hyung. He deserves it.
Jeongin repeats the mantra to himself like scripture. He wants it. He wants me.
By the time Jeongin’s brain catches up with his actions, he’s got his cock pressed between Felix’s thighs, rubbing against his soft cock.
He’s acting pathetic, the sleeves of his shirt pulled over his hands and wiping at his tears while Jeongin uses him.
“Why are you crying, hyung?” The blond works his hands between Felix’s legs, pushing them apart to rub a dry finger over his hole.
“Don’t-”
“Shut up, please.” Always minding his manners. Jeongin doesn’t need him to plead. He’s going to do it anyway. He’s come so far and he’ll finally get rid of that annoying virginity that plagues his youth. He can finally play with the big boys.
He pushes the dry tip of his finger into Felix’s hole and the older boy cries out, body clenching to force out the foreign object.
Well. Maybe that won’t work as well as he thought. He pulls his hand back and drools on his fingers, thick globs of saliva pooling between them.
He tries again, and though Felix’s body rejects them, eventually, his hole relaxes and his body becomes pliant. Pathetic fight, if it counted.
“I need this. I think about you.” Jeongin rambles through his dirty thoughts while he fingers Felix. “I think about fucking you until you’re pregnant. You’d be so round and full of my babies. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
Felix squeezes his eyes shut, hands uselessly thrown over his face while he sobs silently.
Jeongin pulls his fingers out and discards his briefs to spit on his cock. He’s going to fuck his hyung. He deserves to.
Felix’s cock twitches when Jeongin guides his own head towards the brunette’s prepped hole. So he does… want this. He’s faking .
It’s that excuse that makes him continue. He slides into Felix’s hole, wet and hot and clenching around him. He moans and falls forward, face pressed against the older boy’s neck as he bottoms out. Felix pushes him away weakly, broken sobs escaping his throat.
It makes Jeongin just fuck him harder. Something about his cheeks burning pink and eyes rimmed red, crying like that, it makes Felix fuckable.
So he fucks him, hard, hips pistoning. Like he’s taking something from him and he has to do it before he’s found out. Before the watchdog comes back. He gasps, feels Felix’s cock twitch and get hard from where it’s pushed against his tummy, maybe against his will. Biology betraying his head. His abused prostate can’t tell the difference between rape and making love but Jeongin thinks this is somewhere in between. Breeding.
“Tell me you love me, hyung. Tell me you like this. Please- please hyung, please say it- I just need- I need you to tell me- You never tell me-” He doesn’t know what he’s rambling about. He’s finally losing his virginity. He’s finally getting what he wants and his brain is short circuiting into oblivion.
“Innie…” Felix finally gives up, defeated.
Jeongin fucks him mercilessly, using him like a fleshlight, like a toy. He is. If he won’t say those words, then he’s useless for anything other than this.
He licks and bites at Felix’s neck, feeling his abs tighten as he finally reaches orgasm. He gasps as he rides the high of it, crashing down with a whining moan as he cums inside the older boy.
Jeongin leaves behind his scent and his cum, marking his territory in the tight heat of Felix’s hole. It leaks out of him, just like the hot tears falling from his pretty eyes as the blond pulls out.
“Thanks for being my first, hyung.” It’s whispered as he nuzzles against Felix’s neck and then slides off the bed, abandoning his briefs because he can’t see where they landed anyway.
He freezes and his heart catches in his throat when he hears the studio door, sees the light flick on in the hall.
Shit.
He rushes back to his room, not catching sight of Chan at all as he silently climbs back up into his bed and pulls the covers over his head, chest heaving from the anxiety of getting caught.
“You are so fucked.”
Jeongin hesitantly pulls the covers down. “What?”
Hyunjin’s face is lit by his phone when Jeongin leans over the edge to look at him.
“Maybe be quieter next time, perv.” Hyunjin plays an audio clip of Jeongin’s voice clearly coming through the wall. Evidence.
“How do I get you to delete that?”
“Do my chores for two months.” Bastard.
“Two months??”
“Hey I’m not the one who took advantage-”
Jeongin lets out a sigh, cutting him off. “Fine. Don’t say it like that. It’s not like that.”
There’s a knock on their door and it opens and Jeongin doesn’t think he’s ever noticed just how terrifying Bang Chan looks when he’s upset, tired eyes and furrowed brows.
“We need to talk.”
Shit.