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It's been a long day.
Practice had dragged on at an agonizingly slow pace thanks to the sour mood of their choreographer Jiho. He’d been crass with all of the members, but Jake seemed to be the main recipient of his anger. Jiho made it a point to call out and magnify every small mistake Jake made, occasionally grumbling — intentionally loud enough for everyone to hear — snarky comments to himself. The atmosphere in the studio was tense, nobody having the courage nor energy so early in the morning to argue with him. The members shot concerned glances towards Jake periodically throughout practice, giving each other even more concerned looks when it was clear the Aussie was holding back tears. His hands visibly shook and he wasn’t subtle at all with the constant rubbing at his eyes.
They were dismissed with a scoff, and none of the members wasted any time getting out of there. The car ride to the dorms was silent, save for the quiet sniffles coming from the back of the van that everyone pretended to not hear. When they arrived at the dorms it didn’t come as a surprise to anyone when Heeseung took one of Jake’s hands into his own and excused the two of them, moving quickly to their shared room.
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The door shuts behind him with a soft click, an even softer one following as Heeseung flips the lock. Jake hasn’t looked up from his feet since they got in the van; a futile attempt to hide the tears that Heeseung knows have been steadily streaming down his face since the moment they got in the van. Jake has always been more sensitive than he likes to let on — often letting harsh comments eat him up from the inside out. It took Heeseung a long time to help the younger feel comfortable talking about the things that bother him instead of bottling them up.
“Hey, sweetheart. Can you look at me?” Heeseung asks, the first words he’s spoken directly to Jake since this morning. He feels a bit sick to his stomach when Jake flinches at his voice despite him speaking softly. Ever obedient, however, the Australian lifts his head to look at the other. His whole face is red and slightly puffy, from the apples of his cheeks to the tip of his nose. He’s still crying faintly, fat tears rolling down his face and dripping onto the gray hoodie he’d pulled on that morning — one of Heeseung’s.
“Oh, baby,” Heeseung coos softly, opening his arms wide in invitation. Jake doesn’t hesitate, practically throwing himself into his boyfriend’s arms. Heeseung closes them tightly around him, knowing physical pressure gives the younger a sense of security — and that’s exactly what he is here tucked against Heeseung’s chest. Secure.
Neither of them know how long they stand there with Jake sobbing as quietly as he can into Heeseung’s neck, the older stroking his back and whispering comforting words into his ear all the while. Eventually, Jake’s sobs die down until they’re nothing more than little hiccups and his breathing becomes less shaky. When he yawns, Heeseung places a soft kiss on the boy’s forehead and suggests they move to the bed. Jake nods into his shoulder and lets Heeseung guide both of them.
Heeseung pulls Jake halfway on top of him, the younger’s head tucked back into the crook of his neck as they hold each other. The older trails his fingers up and down Jake’s spine, occasionally craning his neck to press kisses into the blond mop of hair atop his head. It doesn’t take long for Jake to fall asleep, understandably exhausted after such a rough morning. Heeseung continues petting the boy long after his breathing has evened out; ultimately luring himself into sleep as well.
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It’s not uncommon for Jake to wake up in headspace after a hard day — so maybe Heeseung should’ve been expecting this.
This, being his previously distraught boyfriend desperately nuzzling his face against his crotch and licking at the slowly growing tent in his sweats.
He’s panting, chin slick with drool as he practically smothers himself against Heeseung’s cock, entirely unaware that the older has woken up and is watching him, a look of both amusement and fondness on his face.
Heeseung lazily drags a hand up to thread his fingers through the boy’s hair and Jake startles at the unexpected movement. Jake looks up at him with wide, pleading eyes and presses his cheek firmly against the bulge in Heeseung’s sweats — a silent demand.
“Puppy?” Heeseung guesses; it’s the headspace Jake finds the most comfort in during times like this. Jake practically beams, wiggling his bum behind him eagerly as if imitating a dog wagging its tail. His tongue lolls out of his mouth and he drags it across Heeseung’s dick print, pausing at the head to suck on it through the thin material, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
Heeseung runs his fingers through the younger’s hair, petting him. “You want Sir’s cock, baby?” He inquires, taking on a tone of voice one would use when talking to a real pet. Jake nods his head enthusiastically, tongue still hanging out of his mouth. There’s a strand of spit dangling off the tip of it, courtesy of the admittedly excessive amount of saliva Jake produces. The older nods, a silent grant of permission that Jake wastes no time in accepting. With the help of Heeseung lifting his hips, Jake manages to rid the other of the annoying sweatpants, immediately leaning down to press open-mouthed kisses on the now-exposed skin of his boyfriend’s thighs.
Heeseung lets Jake explore at his own pace, enjoying the feeling of the Australian’s plush lips and the occasional graze of a tongue against his skin.
When Jake has finished peppering kisses to the insides of Heeseung’s thighs he moves up to his crotch. Pressing his nose against the clothed bulge, he takes a deep breath and lets the musky scent invade his senses. The natural smell of the older makes Jake’s head feel fuzzy, tongue falling messily out of his mouth once more to suckle on the heavy sack only concealed by thin cotton.
The action makes Heeseung groan and tighten his grip on the other’s hair. Jake is so fucking sexy like this, all primal and unashamed of what he wants. Again, he allows Jake to take his time worshiping him through the fabric. His puppy enjoys making him feel good — who would Heeseung be to deny him? It’s not long before the material is practically drenched with spit, sticking to Heeseung’s dick and teasing him with the sensation of Jake’s tongue.
Jake seems to have gotten his fill after a few more minutes, sitting back and fumbling in his eagerness to rip Heeseung’s boxers off of him. The older’s now fully hard cock springs out, slapping against his stomach and bobbing in the air. Heeseung hisses at the sudden temperature change and wraps a hand around the base of his cock to pump it slowly.
Jake’s pupils are blown and his jaw falls slack at the lewd display, drooling all down his chin as he stares unabashedly at the other’s cock. Heeseung had let him have his fun before, but he knows better than to actually touch without permission. When he swallows his throat feels dry despite the obscene amount of spit in his mouth.
“Sir, can—can I put you in my mouth, please? Wan’ make you feel good.” Jake pleads, pawing impatiently at his thighs. He’s not even looking at Heeseung as he asks, eyes locked determinedly on the movement of the older’s large hand as it strokes lazily up and down the very object of his desire.
“Iunno, pup. Sir’s hand is makin’ him feel pretty good already.” Heeseung tuts, just to rile Jake up. It works well, an offended gasp leaving the boy’s spit-slicked lips at the words.
“‘M better! Sir — please, please. Lemme show you, gon’ be so good, need to, Sir, please!” Jake whines pathetically, more drool slipping out of his mouth. He’s practically shaking with the need to please, hands fisted tightly against his thighs in an effort to stay put. Good boy. Heeseung mentally praises.
The desperate pleas make Heeseung’s cock twitch in his hand and he decides to take pity on his sweet boy. He releases himself, letting it twitch in the air for just a moment before he clicks his tongue in a wordless command for Jake to get to work. There’s no hesitation in the way the younger eagerly moves to take Heeseung in his mouth, matching moans escaping both their throats at the equally desired contact.
Jake’s mouth is so hot and wet it takes Heeseung some serious self-control to not start immediately fucking into the pup’s throat. He groans when Jake hollows his cheeks, sucking more of the older’s length into his mouth. Heeseung’s hands twitch by his sides uselessly for a moment before one finds purchase in blonde strands of Jake’s hair, tugging just to feel the vibrations that the pup’s responding moan provides.
The younger’s grown-out hair flops against his face messily as he bobs his head, inching further and further down Heeseung’s cock with practiced movement. When he gets to the base he sits there for a moment, breathing in the best he can through his nose despite it being buried in the older’s pubes. Heeseung knows he’s getting off on the scent and his dick kicks where it’s sheathed in Jake’s throat at the observation.
“Nasty boy. D’you like sniffing at Sir’s privates like an untrained dog? My puppy’s such a little perv.” Heeseung spits, trying to hide the strain in his voice. Jake’s eyes roll back in his head at the deliciously degrading words and Heeseung doesn’t miss the way the boy grinds into the mattress below them.
He tugs Jake off of his cock with a tsk and the downright whorish whine of complaint he gets in response nearly makes him bust his load right there.
Sitting up on shaky arms, the older sneers. “Did Sir tell his puppy he could get off? Huh?” Jake looks absolutely heartbroken at being separated from Heeseung’s dick and Heeseung thinks he might be a little fucked up in the head when the sight of fresh tears on the boy’s face only serves to make him hornier.
“Nuh—no, ‘m sorry, Sir, puppy’s sorry! ‘M just so achy down there ‘n it hurts, Sir,” Jake cries, desperate. Usually, Heeseung would punish the boy for acting out of line while knowing better — but after the day Jakes had he decides to cut his boy some slack and let it go.
“Shh, pup, no need to cry,” Heeseung murmurs, using his thumbs to wipe the fresh tears from Jake’s cheeks even though it mildly pains him to do so. “Sir knows his baby just gets so needy sometimes, it’s okay, angel.”
Jake nods at the words, a pout firm on his plump lips as he gazes into Heeseung’s eyes, trying to communicate his own desire. Heeseung presses a quick kiss to Jake’s swollen lips before asking, “What’s your color, Jakey?”
The younger boy’s pout deepens and he tries to lean in for another, more satisfying kiss, ignoring Heeseung’s previous question. Heeseung tsks at the action, craning his neck and dodging Jake’s lips.
“Answer me, baby. You gotta give Sir a color if you wanna keep going.” He reminds him gently. Jake furrows his eyebrows in thought before seemingly processing the question, eyes lighting up as he hurries to respond.
“Green, Sir! ‘M green.” Jake beams. Heeseung can't help but grin back at him, leaning in for another kiss.
“Good boy, Jakey.” Heeseung praises in between kisses. Jake gets a bit ahead of himself, clumsily falling forward into the older’s chest as he tries to press himself closer to the other man. The movement makes the tip of Heeseung’s cock rub against the fabric of Jake’s hoodie and he hisses, clenching his teeth at the unexpected contact. Jake is puzzled for a moment before he looks down and sees the wet spot left on his hoodie from the older’s precum. The sight makes his head all fuzzy as he remembers his precious task, mouth suddenly feeling terribly empty.
“Sir, can I have your cock again, please? Won’t—won’t act like a… a whore this time.” Jake whispers as he paws at Heeseung’s chest, eyes darting from the leaking tip of the older’s cock to his eyes and back down again.
“You’re always Sir’s lil’ whore, puppy. But go ahead.” Heeseung chuckles. Jake grins dopily at the permission and moves to lie back down on his tummy so he can seal his lips around the head of the older’s cock.
“Fuck,” Heeseung grits out as Jake drags his tongue through his slit, sucking hard around the tip of his dick. Jake smiles — the best he can with a mouth full of dick — and the cocky expression has Heeseung rolling his eyes, hips thrusting up and jamming his cockhead into the back of Jake’s throat.
The pup splutters and gags around his cock, unprepared for the sudden intrusion in his throat — but makes no move to pull off. Instead, he looks up at Heeseung through glassy eyes and wet lashes; further tempting the man to continue with his assault.
Heeseung begins fucking his cock deep into the younger’s constricting throat, focused solely on his own pleasure. There’s spit frothing at the corners of Jake’s lips as they stretch obscenely around the girth of Heeseung’s cock. The sight is one somebody would only expect to see in a porno. Jake’s tongue drags uselessly against the older’s cock, trying his best to please his Sir even as the other uses him like an upgraded fleshlight.
“Goddamnit — Jakey, fuck,” Heeseung groans, head thrown back as he lets the mind-numbing pleasure consume him. “Such a good puppy, makin’ Sir feel fuckin’ amazing, baby,” the praises fall from his lips mindlessly, wanting to make the puppy between his legs aware that his efforts (read: letting Heeseung abuse his throat) are paying off.
Jake whines and cries happily around his mouthful, back arched and ass in the air as he wriggles his hips again; absolutely elated to be making his Sir feel good. The only thoughts running through his little doggie brain are chants of Make Sir happy, gotta show him I can be good, ‘m good boy for Sir!
Heeseung continues thrusting wildly into the pup’s throat (Jake taps out only once to breathe and is back to stuffing his mouth as soon as the black spots that had been dancing in his vision vanished)until he’s on the brink of release. He pulls Jake off of him by his hair the same way he’d done before, free hand flying to the base of his cock to ensure he doesn’t cum.
“You — shit, — want Sir’s cum in your mouth or on your face, pretty pup?” Heeseung grunts, sensitive from being so close to release. Jake doesn’t even look like he registers the question, eyes still trained on the throbbing length in front of him as his tongue dangles from his mouth expectantly.
Heeseung scoffs, jostling the Australian’s head with the grip on his hair. “Earth to Jakey, Sir’s talking to you.”
The younger finally snaps out of it, eyes foggy as he stares up at his Sir’s handsome face. A dumb smile forms on his lips at the sight, completely ignorant of what he’d been asked. Sir’s so pretty, he thinks, completely in awe.
“God, did I fuck up into your brain or somethin’?” The question is rhetorical but it makes Jake moan wantonly, eyes fluttering like they’re about to roll back in his head. Little freak. Heeseung’s brain supplies, amused.
“I asked if you want my cum on your face or down your throat, baby. Pick one or Sir’ll do it for you.” Heeseung offers him one last chance.
Jake takes too long to respond and Heeseung is too hard to keep waiting.
Without warning he plunges his cock back into the pup’s mouth, bottoming out in his throat and holding Jake’s head flush against his pelvis. Heeseung’s cumming the moment his tip makes contact with the back of Jake’s throat, thick ropes of his spunk painting the younger from the inside. He watches Jake’s eyes roll back until only the whites are visible and he’s shaking, throat spasming while he tries to minimize the gagging. There’s fluids leaking from nearly every feature on his face; tears, snot, and spit streaming down Jake’s pretty face to create a lewd image that Heeseung knows will haunt him for weeks after this.
He holds the boy there until he’s finished cumming, moaning and grunting all the while. When he’s done he drags Jake off by his hair, unable to resist fucking shallowly into the warm cavern of the boy’s mouth a few more times. Jake takes it all with no complaints, eyes appearing permanently crossed in pleasure as he spasms near violently in Heeseung’s hold; a telltale sign that he’s cumming as well. The realization that Jake had just cum untouched from giving head makes Heeseung shiver — unable to find it his post-orgasm haze to be mad.
His cock slides from Jake’s lips with an audible, wet pop, and when he lets go of the younger’s hair Jake falls limply against his hip where leaves gentle kisses against the base of Heeseung’s softening cock.
“Such a good boy, puppy. Made Sir feel so good. How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Heeseung coddles, petting Jake similarly to how he’d done before they’d fallen asleep earlier. He fights to catch his own breath, thighs slightly trembling as he comes down from his high.
It takes Jake a moment to respond, voice undoubtedly raw when he does so. Heeseung is already thinking of excuses to get the boy out of recording for the next couple days.
“‘M g—good, Sir, th’nk you, love you s’much,” Jake babbles, and Heeseung’s heart aches at the words. He feels so grateful to be able to take care of Jake like this, to provide his lovely boy with something Jake had said nobody else was able to give him.
“I love you too, Jakey. More than you could ever imagine.” Heeseung sighs.
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The two of them lay there in silence — save for the sound of their heavy breathing — until Jake whines, hitting weakly at Heeseung’s thigh and grumbling, “‘M sticky, hyung,”.
Heeseung chuckles at him, endeared by his boyfriend’s cuteness. He doesn’t want him to be uncomfortable though, so he slides out from under Jake and off the bed, stretching on shaky limbs before scurrying quickly into their bathroom and fetching the softest rag he can find to wet with warm water.
On his way back he grabs a water bottle from the pack they keep by the bed, unscrewing the cap and helping Jake take a few long drinks before pulling the boy’s underwear off and gently wiping the cooling cum from his body.
“Such a messy pup I’ve got, hm?” Heeseung teases, making Jake giggle and swat weakly at him. Heeseung just grins, catching one of Jake’s wrists and pulling him in for a kiss. The younger sighs contentedly into the contact, hooking his arms around Heeseung’s shoulders and pulling him closer.
When they find it in themselves to separate, Heeseung gently knocks their foreheads together. “I’m proud of you, Jakey. You did wonderful today during practice, and you made hyung feel so good — so happy. I love you, sweet boy.”
The sappy words make Jake flush in embarrassment, but he loves it all the same. He loves Heeseung — and he makes sure to tell him as much, even though his voice is practically gone.