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Jeongin knew what he was doing was wrong, the way he coveted Seungmin, but he couldn’t help it. Plus, it wasn’t like everyone didn’t know, except Seungmin, which is maybe bad because it’s about him but no one’s called him out yet.
He really can’t keep his eyes off Seungmin. Sometimes it was worse than others and this time it’s really bad. Sometimes, or a lot of the time, Seungmin portrays himself as tough, as if nothing could touch him. That he’s smart mouthed and loves causing trouble and annoying people for his own enjoyment. It’s not completely untrue, he does like that a little, but he’s actually really soft when he lets himself be.
Soft like his thighs that Jeongin wants to sink his teeth into.
Seungmin and Jeongin have both had a few drinks with differing results. Seungmin is giggly and accepting skin-ship that he normally tries to get away from. Jeongin, on the other hand, feels like a wolf watching a little lamb frolic.
Seungmin looks soft in a baby blue top that fits right to his waist and falls off his right shoulder leaving it bare and anytime he moves it pulls just a bit, just enough to get a peek at his soft stomach and it makes Jeongin’s teeth ache with the desire to bite every unblemished inch until everyone would see his teethmarks all along Seungmin’s body. Show them all that Seungmin was his and he was not playing.
Somewhere in the last couple of months Jeongin’s admiration has turned a little more possessive than a best friend should have, a little more protective. Like now, watching Yeonjun smiling a little too widely, teeth gleaming at Seungmin, and a hand spanning Seungmin’s small waist has Jeongin glaring while running his tongue across his teeth. Now, he wants to take a bite out of something else for an entirely different reason.
He stands abruptly knocking into the table in front of him and almost jarring Minho’s drink but Minho catches it in time with a half hearted glare.
“Don’t kill Yeonjun,” Jeongin can’t help but bare his teeth as his eyes move back to Seungmin but they catch on something else and it turns into a smirk.
“Yeah,” Jeongin replies and jerks his head to show Minho to look. “Maybe I won’t be the only one burying a body tonight because Jisung looks a little too comfy in Beomgyu’s arms.”
Jeongin chuckles darkly as he walks away and doesn’t bother to wait for a reply because he already knows he’s not the only man on a mission. Yeonjun keeps talking into Seungmin’s ear, too close for Jeongin’s comfort, and bringing Seungmin closer to his body.
Seungmin is tipsy, all bright eyes and smiles and so fucking soft and seemingly touch starved with how he allows everyone and their mother touch him. It makes Jeongin impossibly angry and he knows it’s not Seungmin’s fault. It’s not Seungmin’s fault that he’s so pretty, and with body matched with a disposition that men like Jeongin, men like Yeonjun, and all the other ones that have eyes want to try to get a piece of Seungmin. Just want to throw him around a little, and ruin him a little more.
It doesn’t take Jeongin long to get near Yeonjun and Seungmin, he barely glances at his competition but can’t help the smug smile he sends Yeonjun’s way when Seungmin turns his attention to him and launches himself at Jeongin.
“Innie! Come get another drink with me!” Seungmin demands and starts to remove his arms from Jeongin but Jeongin clamps his hands to Seungmin’s hips, pulls him in a little closer. “You mad Innie?” Seungmin lets his voice go soft and low, a little worried, “you not having fun?”
Jeongin tilts his head and lets himself look at Seungmin all soft skin, pink cheeks, shiny lips to that fucking sliver of his cute little belly and he knows his grip of Seungmin is a little too hard when Seungmin lets out a little whimper. Jeongin loosens his grip and apologizes by running his thumbs from side to side on Seungmin’s stomach partially under his pretty blue top.
“I’m not having fun watching Yeonjun try to fuck you puppy,” pink turns darker on Seungmin’s cheeks.
“He is not! He’s being friendly,” Jeongin can’t help but scoff.
“Friends don’t touch each other like that.”
“What about how you’re touching me? Or you wanna fuck me too?” Jeongin’s nostrils flare like a predator scenting blood, and he’s past the point of snapping, past the point of denying and hiding. Jeongin smiles, and it’s a dangerous one he’s been told, makes him look vicious and everyone in their group of friends act accordingly when they see it.
But never Seungmin, even now, he steps closer and not back.
“Puppy, I don’t just want to fuck you. I want to absolutely ruin you for anyone else,” Seungmin is shocked but Jeongin can only tell by the widening of his eyes and his lips being partially opened. “But I am your friend, so even if it’s what I want I can control myself if it’s not what you want.” See, Jeongin can be normal.
“Have you been drinking? This doesn’t seem like you.” Sweet, straightforward Seungmin, who is by far the best academically in their group and may be very self aware but has no sense of others motivations especially concerning himself. When Seungmin has a crush or likes someone he wants to date them, get to know them and sure he probably thinks of getting intimate but Jeongin is sure it’s a bit different for Seungmin than other people. He’s never possessive even that little bit that the rest of the group are over their friend group. Even Chan, nice and friendly and accepting Chan gets a little weird if he doesn’t see all of his dongsaeng regularly. Chan gets extra weird if Jeongin and Seungmin hang around or finds another hyungs that’s not in their group, another hyung that can replace him.
Is this healthy? Probably not, but it’s who they are. It’s not like they’ll hurt anyone. Well, Minho may if anyone actually ends up cutting through Jisung’s obliviousness, and Jeongin will definitely hurt anyone that gets way too handsy with Seungmin.
“It’s like me. Everyone but you knows it’s how I am,” Jeongin replies while letting his grip loosen and runs his hands up along Seungmin’s sides, then up and over his shoulders, around his neck, ending up lacing around the back of Seungmin’s neck anchoring him in place.
“Like knows like with Minho hyung and Jisung?” There’s confusion and amusement, an almost incredulous tilt to Seungmin’s words.
“Yeah baby, and you wanna know a secret?” Jeongin says leaning in close, but lets his eyes glance at Yeonjun who has moved away but still watching them. Jeongin hopes it looks as intimate as it feel, hopes it looks like Jeongin has an actual claim on Seungmin. From Yeonjun’s defeated expression it looks like that’s the case. Jeongin isn’t sure what his face is doing but it has Yeonjun turning and moving into a different room. “I’m worse than Minho.”
“No!” Seungmin exclaims looking flushed and flabbergasted. Jeongin bites his bottom lip and runs his nails up through the back of Seungmin’s hair causing him to roll his eyes back and make a little noise that he wouldn’t have made so blatantly had he not been drinking. Jeongin can feel his pants tighten.
“Mhmm. Minho tries to impress and overly show his affection in hopes that Jisung catches on right?”
“Yeah, but you’re not like that.”
“Not as obviously but I still take care of you, don’t I? Making sure you eat, making sure you sleep, making sure that all the guys that want you like I want you never get close enough to do anything about it.”
“So you scare guys away?” Seungmin huffs out a laugh like he doesn’t really believe it. It’s always hard to tell what Seungmin means, does he not believe that there are guys that fall all over themselves to get a smile out of Seungmin or that Jeongin actually is scary enough to do so, or that he actually does it. Doesn’t really matter, Jeongin isn’t hiding anymore, so Seungmin will see eventually.
“Scared away Yeonjun, didn’t I?” Jeongin grins, eyes turning to slits, and maybe it’s the first time Seungmin sees it and understands that dangerous and vicious part of Jeongin, because in Seungmin’s defence this look is never directed at him.
“Oh wow,” Jeongin breathes shallowly feeling something akin to relief. Seungmin gets it now, and he’s not moving away, not looking disgusted or scared. “Wow, so you’re scarier than Minho hyung, that’s kind of super hot Jeonginnie,” Seungmin says softly with awe and adoration with his shiny eyes staring at Jeongin like he’s something impossible.
Jeongin can’t really form a thought for a moment because having Seungmin looking at him like this is what he’s always wanted. For Seungmin to look up to him, morph it into Seungmin needing Jeongin similar to how Jeongin needs him. It’s different, of course it is, Jeongin wants to take care of Seungmin and wants Seungmin to want to taken care of. Wants in the dark part of his mind for Seungmin to look for permission from Jeongin because he trusts Jeongin enough for his best interests. Seungmin gets too wrapped up in school, in singing, in trying to be perfect and the responsible Seungmin turns reckless and stops looking out for himself. It’s Jeongin job to get Seungmin back on track. Jeongin just wants that all the time without the parts where it becomes harmful to Seungmin.
“But you let the guys touch me a lot, like Hyunjin and Changbin hyung. I’m like their favourite,” if Jeongin wasn’t so in tune with Seungmin he wouldn’t have been able to hear that slight waver, slight hesitance in Seungmin’s words.
It’s like everything falls into place. Seungmin never acts like the rest of them, isn’t possessive, is always a little distant and a lot oblivious and it all makes sense.
“I do let them,” Jeongin says and can’t help but watch as Seungmin wets is lips, tongue peeking out and Jeongin can feel the arousal drip through his veins, and expand his pupils. Seungmin’s cheeks turn a deeper pink when he catches Jeongin’s gaze.
Seungmin has not stopped blushing, and the way he trembles just slightly in Jeongin’s hands means that Seungmin feels this too. “I’ve spoken to them. They know what they’re allowed. I mean, Hyunjin is the one I really had to watch out for, but he knows his place now.” Seungmin looks confused again. “Oh, you didn’t know Hyunjin had a crush on you? With him calling you his singer? I let it go for a bit because you’re so oblivious. I wasn’t worried and you’d blush so pretty at the compliment to your singing that I didn’t have that heart to tell you. Most of the time he didn’t call you that for your talent but for a way to stake a claim. When he started to overstep I had to have a talk with him and now he knows and I don’t have to worry about any of them with you.”
“What did you say to him?” Jeongin holds in a groan with the way Seungmin moves closer, eyes wide, cheeks flush, chests touching and Seungmin trembling like he’s about to vibrate out of his skin. Jeongin’s got him. Hook, line and sinker. Jeongin always hoped this day would come, but there was still doubt and for how crazy he seems to be if Seungmin wasn’t interested Jeongin would find a way back to just seeing him as a friend but it would have been the hardest thing he’d ever have to do.
But Jeongin sees that Seungmin is insecure, and can hide it so well, but not now, and not to Jeongin. Seungmin doesn’t think he’s like the rest, doesn’t think he’s afforded the same reach as the others, the same possessiveness, the same allowances for skin-ship and compliments. Probably why when he’s tipsy he’ll take anyone’s hands on him. Jeongin can’t help the curl of his lip, and Seungmin takes it as Jeongin remembering the conversation with Hyunjin but it’s really at himself for not realizing this sooner.
“I told him that you can be his singer, only because you take compliments better about your singing from him, but that you’re mine in every other way and that I’m not angry, because how can I be mad at someone looking at you like I do? But I can very easily become angry if he continues down this path. Reminded him of Wooyoung, and he backed off.”
“Wooyoung, my lab partner in first semester?” Seungmin is breathless, pupils dilated and Jeongin wants to pull him in, and crash their lips together until Seungmin is pliant like Jeongin knows he’ll be. He can’t because he won’t be able to stop devouring Seungmin in front of all these people.
“I had a chat with him and he got mouthy saying things about you that I didn’t like. So I shut him up.”
“Innie, did you give him that black eye? He was so weird around me after.” Seungmin moves in as close as he can get, no air between them, and Jeongin can feel that Seungmin is hard against his thigh. Jeongin feels invincible, and yet so weak in the knees and he has to swallow back saliva to speak.
“He said he’d get there first. See you pretty on your knees for him choking on his cock.” There’s residual anger in his words. His teeth gritted and Jeongin’s glaring and the words, the memory works himself up, because in the moment he’d felt impotent because what if Wooyoung or anyone else got Seungmin first? Saw his Minnie with tears in his eyes, whining and withering and his fist shot out and Wooyoung wasn’t expecting it, thought it would be words against words, but Jeongin felt like he could rip Wooyoung apart.
Seungmin’s smiling though, pupils covering his iris almost completely.
“Mmm, I can see why you got so mad,” Seungmin starts and takes Jeongin’s hand and puts it on his cheek before nuzzling against it. “It’s supposed to be yours I’m choking on, right?”
Fuck, Jeongin really miscalculated here.
“Thank you for looking out for me,” Seungmin kisses Jeongin’s palm, and Jeongin swears it tingles. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice, but you do sometimes push me away if I got too close.”
“Minnie, I needed some blood flow to my brain. I can’t always be hard when we’re together.” Jeongin moves his hand back to pull at Seungmin’s hair because he is fully hard right now, and is starting to loose that brain function.
“I’ll make it up to you, hyung,” Seungmin says with a whisper and a Cheshire smile. Yeah, Jeongin really miscalculated here.
“I can’t.” Jeongin doesn’t know what he means just that he’s starting to breathe hard and just wants to devour Seungmin. Now that Seungmin knows what he does to Jeongin, what he means to him, he’s a fucking menace like there’s not over twenty people in this room, a good four probably watching them with popcorn. “You’re drunk.” Jeongin knows Seungmin’s not, but he is tipsy and maybe he doesn’t know what he’s doing and Jeongin will kill himself if Seungmin regrets anything to do with him. Jeongin is a mature gentlemen.
“I’m not drunk, hyung,” Jeongin can’t help his nails digging into the back of Seungmin’s neck, can’t help when they dig in deeper when he sees that Seungmin likes it, likes the sting of pain and Jeongin knows he leaking in his boxers like a sieve. “I’m a little tipsy, makes me brave, makes me looser,” Seungmin brings his face close to Jeongin and Jeongin can feel the hot pants of breath and smell the fruity drinks Seungmin consumed.
“It wouldn’t take much to open me up, hyung, wouldn’t take much for you to be inside me,” Jeongin feels fucking dizzy, he feels crazy, adrenaline running through his veins, “you could come inside me, that would really stake your claim on your puppy, wouldn’t it? And then tomorrow when everyone sees how uncomfortable it is for me to sit when we get our hangover breakfast they’re gonna know. Everyone will know because I don’t think you’ll be able to play so aloof. So, when we sit down together, just with how we act everyone is gonna know that I’m yours.”
Jeongin needs to power up a sliver of that aloofness right fucking now because he feels like his going to explode into a million pieces.
“I’m going to make you cry.” Jeongin’s voice is guttural and now it’s Seungmin’s turn to feel like he miscalculated, but maybe he calculated perfectly. “I’m going to eat you out until you cry, and then I’m going to fuck you, paint your insides with my come, have you whining and whimpering and begging.” Jeongin sounds mean now, and Seungmin likes it; to have someone this into him. Seungmin thought he’d have to eventually settle for someone who just kind of likes him, he never realized he’d be able to invoke this much passion in someone and he’s high off it.
“I can start now, if you like?” Seungmin says hiding a smile and Jeongin doesn’t get it until Seungmin’s lips are on his ear. “Please hyung, please fuck me, please let me come.” Jeongin goes still and without those three drinks throughout the night Seungmin would be scared and embarrassed but he knows now.
“We’re going to my apartment. Just..just stay here and don’t look or talk to anyone. I’m going to tell Hyunjin not to come back to ours tonight.”
“Mmm,” Seungmin hums and moves his own hand that has been clutching at Jeongin’s shirt this entire time to under it, skin burning it’s impression into Jeongin’s stomach, until Seungmin moves it down to just under Jeongin waistband, fingers splayed through Jeongin’s trimmed pubic hair. Too fucking close to his dick, and he feels himself twitch and spurt out a drooling line of precum. “Maybe you shouldn’t tell him, don’t you want him to hear what you do to me? Or are you a different kind of possessive and don’t want anyone to hear what I sound like getting fucked?”
Holy shit.
Holy fucking shit.
Jeongin currently has no sense of which brand of crazy he is. Both sound right. Let Hwang Hyunjin hear what Jeongin has, hear his puppy whimpering and groaning. But then again he doesn’t even want anyone to know what it would be like. He gets incensed by a sliver of skin, or a bare shoulder like he’s some fucking conservative getting hard over ankle pictures.
“Did I break you hyungie? It’s only fair with what you’ll do to me, isn’t it?” Seungmin’s words bring him back online.
“Let’s go. I’ll text him not to come home, but I’m pretty sure he knows. Pretty sure everyone at this party knows.”
Jeongin doesn’t give Seungmin any time to speak again, and grabs Seungmin’s hand out of his pants and pulls him to the door. He hears a drunken Felix catcall them on the way out. Jeongin turns his eyes to Seungmin, sees now that blush moving down his throat, but Seungmin is grinning.
They get out into the open night air and he watches Seungmin shiver. Fuck, so much for looking out for Seungmin. He can’t even remember to pick up their jackets. Jeongin takes off his outer button up, and makes Seungmin wear it, leaving himself in only a T-shirt. The plaid green shirt clashing with Seungmin’s pastel blue, but still something about it makes that wolf curl up to see its little lamb in its’ clothing.
Seungmin grabs Jeongin’s hand and laces their fingers together. There’s a desperation in how tightly he grips Jeongin’s hand.
“It’s so weird that you like me,” Seungmin says and he’s laughing but something about it doesn’t sit well with Jeongin. The walk to Jeongin’s apartment isn’t far and part of him wants to get Seungmin out of the dark, out of the street and have him locked up with Jeongin and deal with this then.
But he can’t do that because if he knows Seungmin at all this walk will finish sobering him up and he’ll clam up and that won’t be good. Jeongin wants to use this to his advantage and make Seungmin comfortable and sure of himself. Plus, if he can dig his way deeper into Seungmin, well, he never said he was a good person.
Jeongin brings Seungmin to a stop, leans him up against a tree, pushes him into it really, causing Seungmin to wince, but it does clear the fog. Jeongin steps close and pushes his body against Seungmin. Makes Seungmin pay attention.
“I don’t think you get it, baby,” Jeongin can’t help but let out a sigh. “I don’t just like you. I don’t think I could love anyone more than I do you. I don’t think I could ever want someone the way I want you. You are it. Do you get that? I’m too obsessed with you and I’d like to believe what I said was true that if you didn’t want me I could just step aside, but I don’t know. I don’t know what I’d do if I saw you with someone else.”
“Hey, I’m not with anyone else,” Seungmin’s says as he reaches for Jeongin’s face to pull him in for a kiss. Jeongin stops him. Jeongin needs Seungmin to get it, because Jeongin is sure Seungmin doesn’t understand enough yet.
“No. I’ve felt varying degrees of this since I was thirteen years old. Each year it got a little worse and we got a little closer. Every year you’d get a little more beautiful and more confident and I was sure you’d find a better friend and I hated the group when we met them because they’d take you from me but you were always still there. It’s why I was so slow to warm up to them.” Fuck, Jeongin thinks he may need therapy saying all this out loud but he can’t stop himself. “They call us conjoined twins, right?” Seungmin nods and Jeongin lets out a laugh, but it’s not a happy one. “Because of me. Because I can never let you out of my sight. I don’t even like baseball but I played every year that I could with you. I picked this university to follow you and I got in everywhere I applied, even ones with a better program for me, but that would leave you without me. You know what’s more fucked up?” Jeongin’s chuckling but it’s still not funny and Seungmin tightens his grip on Jeongin’s face to make him look Seungmin in the eyes. “My parents saw all my acceptance letters but they knew, even with a full ride to one of the others, I’d still pick here. I’d still pick you. Just said “following Seungminnie, right?””
Jeongin shaking and maybe Seungmin should turn him down. It’s a lot to take in, too much to take. Jeongin is a huge red flag. Seungmin takes a deep breath, figures it’s time to let his crazy out.
“I always watched you in the change room. Always thought you’d never look because I never saw you peeking because I was always watching you so I’d know.” Jeongin shakes his head.
“I know me. If I start I can’t stop so I could never look. Don’t you see if you let me I’ll never stop. I’ll never let go.”
“Who’s asking you to stop?” Seungmin asks as he moves Jeongin’s right hand from his hip and bring it to his stomach, and down past his waistband like he did to Jeongin. Jeongin can tell Seungmin is straining against his briefs, can tell he is mostly if not completely bare of hair. Jeongin’s mouth waters. “Every time I finger myself I think of you. I had a panic attack when I thought you’d choose another school away from me. When you leave me in your bed and go shower when I’m staying over with you I jerk off in your bed.” Jeongin groans, lets his hand push down and down until he’s wrapping his hand around Seungmin’s dick. Jeongin swallows Seungmin moan and now it’s definitely too late for Seungmin to back out now.
Jeongin’s thought about this. Thought about how Seungmin would be, chaffed his dick, that he thought about it so much. But it’s different when it’s real, but there still some satisfaction that Jeongin knows Seungmin so well that he’s anticipated how he’d react.
There’s no fight for dominance Jeongin clearly coming out on top, which is easy to expect even before Seungmin called him hyung tonight, which makes Jeongin just about lose his mind. Clearly, Seungmin knows him well enough too since that scratches an itch he didn’t even realize he had.
Seungmin’s eager, and sloppy, not able to keep up with Jeongin’s lips, teeth and tongue. Seungmin’s dick is sloppy too, leaking so much, there’s a squelch when Jeongin moves his hand.
“I want to get my mouth on this cute, little cock,” Seungmin whines high in his throat and Jeongin hides his sharp smile into Seungmin’s neck. “Were you embarrassed about this? Why you never let anyone take you home?” Jeongin knows he’s hit a nerve because Seungmin tries to push him away. “No.” Jeongin snaps and hates and loves that dark part that grows bigger when Seungmin listens with embarrassed tears in his eyes.
“You’re not supposed to be mean to me hyung,” Jeongin smiles, he’s not too sure about that himself, because Seungmin is still leaking even if he’s embarrassed, maybe because of it. Jeongin isn’t sure so he’ll figure that out later. Jeongin takes his hand out of Seungmin’s pants and quickly undoes his light washed jeans, undoes the zipper and pulls apart and down.
“Fuck Minnie, you’re wet like a girl for me.” Seeing Seungmin’s dick twitch makes Jeongin dizzy for a second. Perfect Seungmin. Seungmin’s white briefs, which Jeongin thinks are so fucking cute, are drenched.
He pulls Seungmin’s underwear down, and the cool night air causes him to soften a little.
“So pretty Minnie,” Seungmin’s dick jerks and drools precum. “So sensitive baby,”
“Please touch me,” Jeongin is feeling charitable and thumbs Seungmin’s slit gathering the viscous liquid and sticks it into his mouth, grinning when tears squeeze out of Seungmin’s eyes when he shuts them tightly.
“Seungmin, my hands are too big, how am I gonna touch you?” Seungmin’s dick is straining, even though Jeongin’s words aren’t exactly true, but Seungmin really has less than a handful.
“Rub me please,” Seungmin’s eyes are still closed tight and his looks like a mess.
“Like this?” Jeongin starts off way too rough, but this is his problem, every time Seungmin gets softer, more vulnerable Jeongin can’t help but be meaner, rougher.
“Hyung!” Seungmin squeals and Jeongin lets up on the pressure, and lets Seungmin basically hump against his hand. “Should I call you Princess, since I have to touch you like a girl, because your dick is so small?” Seungmin whimpers but only thrusts with more fever. “My little Minnie, my princess puppy, hmm?” Jeongin grin, “look at you humping my hand like a dog. Still so pretty though.” It doesn’t take much more before Seungmin’s whining out that’s he’s going to come. Jeongin cups Seungmin’s dick to catch all his come and then brings it to his mouth.
Jeongin doesn’t swallow, grasps Seungmin by the neck and pulls him to his lips, leaving no weight against the tree and seals their months together pushing all of Seungmin’s come into his own mouth. Seungmin’s so good he just swallows it, leans in closer and wraps his arms around Jeongin who continues to hold him up.
Jeongin comforts Seungmin for a moment, holds his trembling body close, but now that Seungmin came all Jeongin can feel is his cock throbbing. Jeongin pushes Seungmin so he leans back against the tree, panting lightly, dick still out and soft, and his throat is on display.
“Fuck baby, pull up your shirt,” it takes Seungmin a moment before he’s lifting his shirt just enough to show his belly. “Higher,” Jeongin snaps, as he starts to undo his own pants, and Seungmin moves to just under his pecs. “Higher,” the shirt is finally to his throat now and Jeongin has to grip the base of his cock when he finally pulls himself out.
Seungmin isn’t looking at him, has turned his face away, and Jeongin doesn’t like that.
“You don’t want to show yourself off for me? No one’s coming along here now, no need to worry,” even as Jeongin says it he knows that’s not the issue. Can remember going to the beach, he and Hyunjin slavering away, waiting for Seungmin to take off his T-shirt, but he never did, to both of their disappointment.
“I should be more toned,” Seungmin says and Jeongin doesn’t like that kind of embarrassment, doesn’t like those kinds of tears. “Since I’ve stopped baseball and realized my love for cake I’ve gotten fat.” Jeongin’s eyes narrows because those words aren’t Seungmin’s, sounds more like his fucking mother than anyone else, and that makes Jeongin’s blood boil in the not good way as well.
“You’re not fat,” Seungmin really isn’t, and even if he was, Jeongin still can’t see not wanting him. Seungmin’s pretty, and his smile, especially with his braces off, is blinding. Fuck, even with the braces Jeongin had so many fantasies of getting his dick nicked on the metal that he started to believe he was some sort of hardcore masochist. Who gets off to their dick bleeding? Insane Jeongin, obviously.
“I’m not toned like you,”
“Yeah baby, I don’t want to fuck myself. I like you soft. Puppy, I buy you the cake most of the time. And if you wanted, for the right reasons, to go to the gym I’d like you toned too. But I have a few fantasies about you right now that I’d like to live out, so I’d rather you didn’t start working out.”
“I’m small,” Seungmin’s voice is small too and Jeongin feels a tinge, like maybe Seungmin didn’t like how he spoke earlier.
“Did you not hear when I said I wanted you in my mouth? I knew your size then. I like that about you too.” Jeongin slowly strokes himself, because he’s still hard because he’s an asshole. “I think I have a size kink I didn’t know about now. Same with hyung kink,” Seungmin smiles and then turns to finally look at Jeongin zeroing in on his hand on his cock.
“Oh,” Seungmin swallows and unconsciously starts letting down his shirt.
“Baby keep your shirt up. I want to see your tits.” This makes Seungmin bite his lip, and make him look so needy. Jeongin thinks he deserves a medal since he hasn’t come yet tonight.
“You’re really big.” Jeongin strokes himself again slowly, and Seungmin just watches with big eyes. Jeongin is large, he doesn’t have a monster in his pants, and there won’t be an issue getting inside Seungmin as long as he’s prepped properly. It’s hit or miss if Seungmin can take him all the way in his throat, but again Jeongin knows how tenacious Seungmin is at everything else so he figures with experience Seungmin won’t have too much trouble. Then again compared to Seungmin his cock is a monster, and Jeongin really likes that.
“You like that I’m big, princess?” Jeongin asks and Seungmin nods. “Yeah, there’s a lot of things I want to do. Wanna know what they are?” Jeongin gets a firm grip on himself as he starts to jerk off, makes Seungmin lick his lips.
“Yeah, I know you want to eat me out,” Seungmin’s fully sober now, not brave like he was, and embarrassed at the words coming out of his mouth and it makes Jeongin pull on himself harder, breathing heavy.
“And I want to fuck you. I want to train you to take my dick in your throat, let me fuck it. I want to bite and fuck your soft thighs. I want to come in the hallow of your throat, on your belly, on your thighs. I want to see your hips bruised from when I fuck you. I want your dick in my mouth, want you to come straight in my throat. I want to finger you until you come. I want to mark you everywhere. Could’ve take a bite on your shoulder where it met your neck tonight.” Jeongin’s panting now, and his hand is a blur, precum making the strokes wetter and smoother. Jeongin doesn’t know what possesses himself to gather Seungmin’s shirt up into his hand and press his hand against Seungmin’s throat. Not enough to choke, but just enough for Seungmin to feel it. Seungmin can finally let his arms down and reaches with one of his hands to wrap around Jeongin’s own and he fucks his own fist.
“You gonna come on me now, hyung?” Jeongin nods, he is so close doesn’t know how he held off for this long. Maybe it’s because it’s own hand, because if Seungmin had his hand around him instead of his fist Jeongin’s pretty sure he would have come instantly. Jeongin speeds up his hand, fucking into his fist fast enough to jostle Seungmin’s hand off so he leaves it on Jeongin’s quivering stomach. “Cmon, come on me,”
And that’s a wrap.
Jeongin groans as he comes on Seungmin’s soft little dick, completely drenching it in come. Jeongin’s breathing heavy but he can’t take his eyes away from his rapidly cooling come.
“Fuck,” Jeongin breathes as he wipes his hand on his jeans, and then himself away and does up his pants. Seungmin doesn’t move a muscle, his shirt falls and leaves a little more than a sliver of his stomach with how he’s leaning. Jeongin doesn’t stop himself as he leans down and bites at the skin there as he redresses Seungmin. He can’t stop himself from moving his lips over a bit and biting again. Seungmin’s hands are in his hair trying to pull him up.
“Kiss me.” Jeongin does as he’s told and moves in to press his lips against Seungmin’s. They make out for a while, and it’s nice. Jeongin can’t believe this is actually happening. Can’t believe he didn’t faint when Seungmin was reciprocating. Jeongin finally pulls away and Seungmin tries to follow all flushed, and bruised red lips.
“Who even got you to wear that slutty shirt tonight?” Seungmin smiles and opens his eyes.
“Hyunjin bought it for me for my birthday,” Jeongin mouth turns into a frown.
“I’m burning it,” Seungmin giggles and moves to take Jeongin’s hand so the can continue the remaining five minutes of their walk to his apartment.
“I wore it hoping you’d think it was cute,” Seungmin blushes again. Jeongin doesn’t know how he thought he’d survive Seungmin acting this way with him. Cute, bashful, and still seemingly oblivious.
“And I did.” Seungmin scoffs and Jeongin retaliates by pulling him closer to his side.
“Except you just sat and watched me and Yeonjun like a psychopath for like an hour before you did anything.” Seungmin says with a bit of a pout.
“Would you rather I had let my intrusive thoughts win?”
“Didn’t they, hyung?”