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Loud, bass-heavy music boomed throughout the yard, and Jongho already wished he’d declined Yunho’s excited offer.
The ribbon of his shitty vampire costume itched his neck horribly, and the fake blood on his throat felt like it was cracking with every turn of his head. His cape draped down to his ankles, and Jongho wished he’d chosen to dress as a sexy vampire instead of the Walmart version he saw in a meme somewhere.
He trailed after Yunho through the crowd, dodging drunk mummies and slutty cats as they neared the door. He nearly tripped over a tail lying in the doorway, and caught his balance on Yunho’s hulking, furry back.
“Woah! Jongho, watch the fur, man. This shit was more expensive than it should’ve been.” He turned, his raccoon-eyed makeup making him look deranged. Jongho rolled his eyes as he stepped around a guy doing pushups in the middle of the hallway.
“Did you really need to go as the world’s ugliest Chewbacca?” Yunho’s offended scoff was barely audible over the crowd screaming near them, and they finally made it to a room that was a bit less crowded.
“You know why, dude. I can’t go as Spiderman for three years straight.” That was bullshit, and they both knew it.
“You’re not trying to branch out, you’re just gay.“ He’d been trying to flirt with a Bio major since last semester, and Seonghwa was beautifully oblivious to his advances. Jongho had witnessed firsthand Yunho’s horrific attempts at wooing him, and this was now the most recent one. He hoped this try worked, both for Yunho’s sake and his own sanity.
Yunho flicked him off before slapping his shoulder much harder than necessary. “You’re one to talk. I saw you ogling San after practice, you’re really not slick at all. You look like you’re about to bust through your pants every time he wipes his sweat.”
Jongho punched him in his overly padded chest. He was perfectly normal around San, despite Yunho’s dramatics. Him and the rest of their group tended to stick around for San to finish up, and his leisurely jog out of the locker room had a perfectly normal effect on Jongho’s heart rate.
“Fuck off. Go get your dweeb, dweeb,” He pointed towards a large couch near the corner of the room where Seonghwa was talking excitedly with Yeosang. Yunho gave him a goofy thumbs up before weaving through the crowd to get over there. He bumped at least two people and a sheet ghost before finding his way successfully.
Jongho sighed. He’d wanted to stay in tonight, and would’ve, if not for Yunho’s insistence that he absolutely needed to see San’s costume. He gave no further hints past that, and Jongho was weak enough to listen to him. Maybe he was a little gay. Whatever.
He grabbed a drink from the kitchen counter before wandering his way over to a game of beer pong in yet another front room. He saw Wooyoung doing some disjointed victory dance in front of a sulking Mingi, and laughed along as he sipped his beer. He wouldn’t start feeling anything until at least his second, so he took his time, watching the game with loose attention and a relaxed smile.
As Wooyoung landed in Mingi’s second to last cup, Jongho heard a sudden burst of noise behind him. Glancing over, he noticed a patio door leading outside that he hadn’t seen originally, and a majority of the football team came barreling through the door.
His distaste was quickly dulled upon seeing San. Oh, shit.
Yunho didn’t tell him a thing about San’s costume, and Jongho would kill him for his refusal to give him details.
San was wearing possibly the skimpiest, sluttiest outfit known to man. His blonde twin tails were stringy and unkempt, and the ugly, ratty cat stuck onto his belt had Jongho feeling bad for it. It was actually the worst Sailor Moon costume he’d seen in his entire life, and despite that, it still managed to drive him insane.
The sailor shirt was definitely a size too small, as San’s arms were practically ripping the sleeves at the seams. His cute dimples made up for the bad wig, and the skirt. He could see the entirety of San’s thick thighs resting under the pleated fabric. Were those panties?
Jongho had changed his mind. He’s more than grateful that Yunho had lured him here.
He was going to fuck that football player.
He lurked around the party after that, tuning out everything else except the linebacker in his sight. San messed around with his friends, smacking their asses and being far gayer than Jongho thinks he himself has ever acted. He watched as San nearly made out with a teammate after caging him against the wall. How do they act in the locker rooms if this is what they do in public?
His confusion was cut short when San soon separated from the group. He felt kind of creepy following San into every room he stumbled into, but he hoped it would be worth it by the end of the night. He had a feeling it would be.
San got himself a drink, taking a big swig as he wandered around near the stairs. Jongho’s interest was peaked as he carefully dodged people sitting on the steps, and he followed closely to not lose San in the multitude of rooms.
He nearly did, but saw the shadow of a door shutting at the end of the hallway. There were way less people up here than he expected, and he attributed it to Seonghwa’s ability to keep the activity roaring downstairs.
Creeping into the room, he quickly pieced together that it belonged to Seonghwa, if the Star Wars memorabilia and Animal Crossing pillows weren’t enough of a giveaway. It was much quieter up here, and he was happy he could finally think again. Jongho could feel the bass under his feet more than he could actually hear the music.
Jongho’s mind caught up to his location, and he wondered why San had deliberately sought out Seonghwa’s room. He wondered even more why he came alone, instead of bringing one of his rowdy teammates.
He decided to check in the only other door in the room. The bathroom was open a crack, so he set his beer down on a dresser before pushing it open softly.
San was standing by the sink when he opened it fully, hunched over a small silver pouch and whispering to himself. The skirt lifted ever so slightly as he bent, and Jongho could confirm now that he was indeed wearing panties.
They were ugly, like the rest of his outfit, with a floral print that Jongho’s grandmother would love. Despite that, the way they hugged his ass could send a man into cardiac arrest.
“Hm.” San whipped around to face him, eyes wide with surprised terror. He sagged slightly in relief at seeing it was just Jongho, and placed the mascara back on the counter.
“H— Hey, Jongho, man,” He sounded relieved, and Jongho was observing him silently. “What are you, uh, doin’ up here?” San laughed a little, and he looked sheepish, caught. Jongho wanted to see him cry.
“I should be asking you that. Why are you looking through Seonghwa’s makeup bag? Did he say you could?”
San blushed. His ears tipped red, and on his cheeks spread a pretty red hue that had Jongho clenching his fist. He’d never seen San look anything other than smug or angry, and this bashful switch made him want to ruin him even more.
“I was, uh, I thought— I thought I’d try putting some makeup on. Y’Know, for my costume? Just for fun, hah, I’m not…” He trailed off, glancing at the floor and off to the side, anywhere but at Jongho. His words stayed unspoken, but Jongho understood him with a snort.
“What? You’re not what, San? Gay?” He watched as San nodded slowly. His hands gripped the counter behind him, and Jongho could practically feel the embarrassment radiating off of him in the small room.
“Well— Yeah? Not that there’s anything wrong with that! I’d never— I don’t mean to… imply that.” San looked like he’d rather be anywhere but here. Jongho’s delighted smile won over, and he grinned at San, moving into his personal space.
“Well that’s good, isn’t it? Why don’t you let me help you with this, hm?” He slipped just the right amount of condescension in his tone, and was reassured when San’s response was a quiet, quick nod. His cheeks were still adorably flushed. San was too easy to read.
Jongho made a point to lean right into San to pick up the mascara behind him, and he reveled in the small gulp he heard at the brush of their chests. He leaned back to uncap the mascara, and cupped San’s cheek with his free hand as he set the cap down.
“Eyes closed, doll.”
San listened with little more than a bite of his lip at the nickname. His lack of protest let Jongho know that he’d be having a field day with the man in his grasp.
He carefully applied the mascara to each of San’s eyes, trying his best with them closed, before instructing him to open. San’s lashes fluttered beautifully as they made eye contact. His hands still gripped the counter behind him, and Jongho could see in the mirror that his knuckles were white.
“Now blink, each time I brush up. Can you do that for me?” He spoke softly, easing San into listening to him. It worked wonderfully. A low hum of recognition was all the noise he made as he followed Jongho’s instructions. He didn’t apply much, just brushing enough onto San’s lashes to make them a little longer and a touch darker.
“Good. Look in the mirror, isn’t it pretty?” Jongho patted San’s cheek with a soft, intimate touch, and San turned his head to do as he suggested. His eyes widened as he looked at himself closely. San’s lips parted in surprise, and he looked so sweet in the bathroom’s LEDs.
“Wow. You did a good job… thank— thank you.” He was shy, lowering his head again, gazing at Jongho through his freshly done lashes. He didn’t expect San to be so open to it, and suspected he might have been at least a little tipsy.
“I learned to help my little sister, so I know a bit about applying makeup. Want me to do your lips?” San startled at this, and a cute squeak jumped from his throat. He looked nervous, a little hesitant, but the way his eyes flicked down to where the makeup bag sat had Jongho moving to grab it. San didn’t tell him to stop.
Jongho found a vibrant, red shade of lipstick, and uncapped it to see that it was fairly new. He mentally apologized to Seonghwa for using his things without permission, but hoped his explanation in the morning would be good enough to ask for forgiveness.
He kept his hold on San light, holding his jaw just enough to keep his head still. The pout of his lips made it impossible to look away, the color emphasizing the shape of his cupid’s bow.
“Anybody ever told you that you have pretty lips?” He chanced a look into San’s eyes as he spoke. A myriad of emotions were present in San’s lidded gaze, but embarrassment and something deeply familiar were the ones Jongho zeroed in on.
San tried to speak, but gave up, and simply stared at him with his flustered face and hazy eyes. Jongho leaned just a bit closer, now practically crotch to crotch with San against the counter, and huffed a small laugh as San’s eyes fluttered shut. His breath hitched as Jongho pressed their lips together.
San kissed him back tentatively, barely pushing back, but he didn’t jerk away like a small part of Jongho expected him to. Very straight. Jongho held the side of his head as he pressed harder, opening his mouth to brush his tongue against San’s bottom lip. His quiet moan held everything Jongho had ever wanted at that moment, and the taste of the lipstick mixed with the faint tang of the alcohol had his heart racing.
His fingers brushed under San’s wig, scratching his scalp gently for a second before slipping it up and off. He thinks it fell into the sink, but couldn’t possibly care with San whimpering into his mouth as they made out. His hands gripped each side of Jongho’s cape with strength that he could easily use to push Jongho away if he wanted to.
Jongho tugged a bit of his dark hair as he ground his hips against San’s. The noise he made was wounded, desperate, and he only grew louder when Jongho pulled away. His whine was breathless and made Jongho want to take him then and there.
“I thought you said you weren’t gay, baby. Does that make you my pretty girlfriend, then?”
San’s entire demeanor shifted at that, and he nearly lost his balance against the counter when his foot slipped. Jongho caught him, taken aback by his sudden fumble, and San’s mortified yelp turned into a moan as Jongho pressed him further into the counter.
“Mmh, Jongho— Fuck. I—I’m not, not your— Your girlfriend…” San panted into the skin of his neck, raising his arms over Jongho’s shoulders to keep his balance. Jongho just hummed, sucking hard and wet on San’s neck to mark him up, knowing how pretty the bruises would look paired with his cute freckles.
“It’s okay if you like it, Sannie. I’ll make you feel so good, don’t even worry. You okay with that?” He waited for San’s explicit go ahead before sneaking his hands down under his tiny skirt.
Jongho palmed his ass, biting hard over a large mark he’d made sure would stay for a while, and San whined softly in his ear. His voice was so sweet, high and broken now that Jongho had him all riled up and hard against his thigh. His hips shifted as much as they could in their position, grinding minutely, nearly humping Jongho as his ass was fondled.
He snapped the band of San’s panties against his skin before pulling back completely. The big, strong football player he knew looked absolutely whorish. The lipstick smudged around his mouth made him look like his throat had been used good. His neck was stamped, printed with Jongho’s lips and the bruises he’d put there to mark his territory. His ruffled clothes and sweaty, ruddy cheeks just completed the vision.
“Oh, Angel. Look at yourself. How can you not call yourself my slutty little girlfriend when you look like that?”
He guided San to turn around, pressing up against his back as they faced the mirror. Jongho ground his crotch against San’s creased skirt, gripping his hips, holding him still to have his way. San’s stifled whine was loud, his attempt at muffling himself failing miserably as he took in the vision the two of them made.
”Jongho— Jongho, fuck, please…” He was getting desperate, uncaring of the dynamic shift between them, content to grind back as best he could as he watched them in the mirror. Jongho watched as his lashes fluttered, and thought they’d look prettier with tears. Hm.
“Oh no, your lipstick is all messed up now, sweetheart. Get on your knees, Sannie, be a good girl.”
San looked seconds away from melting into the floor, and he fluidly fell to his knees in front of Jongho. His outfit strained even harder on his body in this position, the cheap fabric bulging around San’s biceps and pecs. His flushed cheeks practically glowed as he gazed up.
Jongho cupped his face, feeling the heat pooling under his skin at his touch. He smiled at San, and watched as his eyes widened, surprised.
“You don’t think I’m mean enough to fuck your face, do you?” He pouted, caressing under San’s eye with his thumb softly. He brought his other hand to cradle San’s chin, and prodded at his bottom lip with his other thumb, pressing the pink skin down to expose his teeth.
“No, no, I’m sorry… I can be g—good.” The words sounded foreign, stilted on his tongue, but they made Jongho smile all the same. His Sannie was so pretty.
Jongho squatted, balancing himself in front of San to reach for his chest. He could see in his expression that San hadn’t expected him to move, and he let Jongho do as he pleased. He went to lift his arms as if they were removing his clothes, but Jongho stopped him, tutting while pushing an arm down.
“No, keep this on, baby. I just wanted to feel your pretty tits, is that okay?”
San blushed even redder, if that was even possible, a choked squeak jumping from his throat. Jongho kissed him again, melding their lips together as he felt up San’s chest.
His tits were big, soft, and Jongho could feel his nipples peaked under the thin fabric. San squirmed, little moans and gasps muffled by Jongho’s tongue, and he shifted to kneel as well so he could get a better grip.
He changed his mind about the outfit, and pulled back to rip it over San’s head. His hair was disheveled, the blush spreading down to his chest. San looked fucked out already, kneeling shirtless in front of Jongho, neck blooming in reds and purples.
“You’re quite literally the prettiest girl at the party, Sannie.” Jongho’s smirk only grew at San’s embarrassed slap to his chest.
“Shut up! ‘M not a girl, I play football, fuck you—“
Jongho silenced him with a deep kiss, nipping at his lips, tasting the fruity alcohol concoction he’d grabbed earlier on his tongue. His fingers twisted and pinched San’s nipples, now free from the fabric, and his shy whimper was subdued.
“Are you implying that women can’t play football? I thought you were better than that.” He leaned down, and giggled when San went in for another kiss. Jongho pressed soft, wet kisses onto the side of San’s neck, and bit the lobe of his ear before whispering, softly, teasingly.
“You love when I call you my girlfriend, though, baby. I see the way you blush, feel how hard you are.” He cupped San’s obvious erection from under the skirt, and he made a wounded noise, leaning further into Jongho’s space at the relief.
“Mmf, fuck, Jongho… Please, please, fine— Just, touch me!” Jongho worked his hand under the skirt, feeling the soft material of the panties strain over San’s cock. He pulled them to the side and flipped his skirt up, and the view had Jongho groaning.
“I have an idea, Sannie, and I think you’ll like it,” He spit in his palm, fisting it around the head of San’s cock. The noise he made was sweet, a high whimper into Jongho’s neck, and his hips twitched with each twist of his hand. “ ‘M gonna ride you, on the bed, because I know you’re not ready to take my cock yet. Okay?”
San nodded fast, nearly head-butting Jongho’s chin, and he chuckled at San’s eagerness. As much as he pretended to hate being Jongho’s pretty girlfriend, the twitch of his cock and grip of his fingers on Jongho’s cape told otherwise.
He moved them to the bed, laying San out on it, propped against the pillows. He felt bad for not only stealing Seonghwa’s makeup, but fucking on his bed. They could explain it away as a result of the alcohol tomorrow if needed.
Jongho kneeled above San, shedding his own clothes for the first time all night, only realizing now how heated he’d become himself. The button up he wore stuck to his skin, and the relief he felt stripping it off was nothing compared to the way San looked at him.
His gaze was heated, lip caught between his teeth as he watched Jongho reveal more and more skin.
“Y’know, with your build, I think you could join the team too. You could easily overpower half the guys there.” His words were quiet, and Jongho realized how much he’d really let his guard down just to fuck around with Jongho tonight.
Him and San were never close. They had mutual friends, and they went to outings together as a group, but they’d never hung out one-on-one before. The height of their interactions had been at other parties, similar to this one. Jongho wondered how many San had spent yearning for a big, beefy man to sweep him off his feet and fuck him silly.
“You trying to recruit me, Sannie? Is that what this is?” He roamed his hands over San’s chest, the sheen of sweat decorating his torso making him almost glow in the lamplight. Jongho grabbed a handful of his chest again, squeezing and jiggling, exaggerating the motions as if he was playing with a woman’s tits. San flushed and squirmed.
“Mmh, I’m just saying, you’re… you look strong, like you could pin a guy down.” He must have not realized how his words sounded until he said them, as his eyes widened a fraction later, Jongho’s startled laugh bringing his attention to the innuendo.
“Have you thought about me pinning a guy down often, Angel?” He slid a hand higher, resting it over the column of San’s neck. No pressure, just promise. His eyes fluttered in response, and something seemed to change in San at that.
“… Yeah. Yeah, I have, way too much. Please, Jongho, please—” Jongho cut off his shy admission with a kiss, silencing San’s words with his lips. They made out as Jongho reached into the pocket of his jeans, discarded next to the bed. He pulled out the bottle of lube blindly, and separated to get San’s attention.
“Watch me, San. Keep your eyes on me.”
He worked himself open quickly, one finger, two, then three as soon as he was able to. San watched him the whole time, his heated gaze not leaving Jongho’s body for a second. He looked antsy, fingers twitching where they rested on Jongho’s thighs, but didn’t try to touch without permission. San was being good.
He finally felt ready, walking closer on his knees to hover over San’s cock. The skirt was flipped up, the waistband riding up to rest in the dip of San’s small waist, and the vision of San’s cock dripping onto the fabric of the skirt had his mouth watering.
“One day, I want to get my mouth on you. I’ll let you choke me a little, if you’re good.” San whimpered, squeezing his thighs together. Jongho couldn’t fight his smile as he positioned San’s cock under him.
Jongho lowered himself slightly, until the tip kissed his hole, before letting gravity take its course, sinking down on him fully. San’s moan was louder than his own, and the stretch burned slightly, but the feel of San’s warm cock filling him had him caring little about anything but the feel of him inside.
San was a mess. Tears sprung up on his lash line, and his hands dug into Jongho’s thighs in an effort not to move.
“Thank you, baby. You’re so sweet, so obedient…” He moaned lowly, circling his hips to get used to the intrusion. San twitched inside him, whining loud and desperately. Jongho lifted and dropped back down, starting a pace that had both of them moaning in tandem.
He rode San with everything he had, thighs working, ass clenching just to hear San groan in his ear. He took to marking San’s neck again, forgetting about the leftover lipstick on his and San’s lips. He pressed kisses further down, onto San’s collarbones and chest, and the cascade of lip marks had his territorial side quieting. San was his, and he looked the part, claimed and desperate under him.
“Please, please, Jongho— Fuck, I’m gonna— Ah,” San was desperate, panting in his ear, and Jongho could feel the muscles of his abdomen clench as he neared his orgasm. He decided to be nice. Leaning towards San’s face, he cupped his cheek, and San’s lids fluttered open to make eye contact with Jongho.
“Fuck me, babygirl.”
San growled and flipped them over, his dick not leaving Jongho for a second before he was drilling into him with desperation. Jongho held him down by his neck, heels bouncing against San’s hips as he gasped. San hit his prostate on each thrust, heavy and pointed, and Jongho’s resolve broke.
His moans were closer to choked whines, feeling himself rocket towards his orgasm as San drooled into his neck. San’s lips gravitated towards his throat, open-mouthed kisses being placed all over, and he shouted as San bit down on the side of his neck as he came. Fuck.
Jongho reached his orgasm as soon as he felt San release inside him, the sounds of his thrusts wet and sloppy as he continued fucking Jongho through it. His stamina was impressive, and Jongho would have loved to praise him, but he couldn’t speak besides his desperate calls of San’s name as he finally slowed.
San panted into his neck, face hidden as he stayed inside for a minute before pulling out. Jongho felt the come trickle out of his hole, and saw as San watched with rapt attention. Jongho flushed and clenched in realization.
“Wow. Shit. Uh…” San looked dazed, fucked out and exhausted. But his eyes looked alert, warm, taking in Jongho’s slumped form with a look he’d almost call fond.
“Mm. You did so good, baby. First time with a guy and you made me come so hard I almost saw heaven.” San smiled, shy, obviously touched by the praise. He looked down at himself, pausing. His eyes flicked back and forth between his come covered skirt and Jongho’s twitching hole. San whined. His cock was half hard again.
“Can I, uh. Jongho… Please?” San pouted. Maybe Jongho shouldn’t have encouraged him to explore this side of himself.
He rolled his eyes, utterly exhausted, but he needed to take care of San first, after all. “Fine. Come up here.”
San crawled up his body, pausing once his hands landed next to Jongho’s head, and his yelp was pitchy as Jongho grabbed his arms and pushed them to grip onto the headboard. He held San’s hips with his hands as he roughly tugged San up his chest, and his telling whimper had Jongho giggling.
He didn’t wait for San to situate himself before licking the head of his cock. San gasped, and Jongho could taste San’s cum on the tip, lapping at what was left over and the beading precum as San whined. He wrapped his lips around it, sucking lightly, before trying to take more of San in his mouth despite the awkward angle.
San was loud, whimpering and whining like he’d never gotten his dick sucked before. Jongho hollowed his cheeks, sucking San fully, as he slowly moved one of his hands to scoop a bit of come and lube from his hole.
San was getting desperate, knees knocking against Jongho’s shoulders as he gripped the headboard. He dropped a hand into his hair for leverage, and it forced a moan out of Jongho’s throat. The vibration had San bucking his hips forward, and he cried out at the feeling of Jongho’s finger sneakily brushing his hole.
“J—Jongho, fuck. Jongho, Jongie, please—“ Jongho applied more pressure before the tip of his finger popped inside, and San was clenching and coming into his mouth with a sob. His cock twitched as it filled his mouth, and Jongho swallowed with a groan as San fucked back and forth between his mouth and the finger breaching his hole.
His whine was pained within a moment, and Jongho reluctantly pulled off his cock to let him rest. San slumped against the headboard, head buried in his arm, thighs shaking on the bed. Jongho soothed him by running his palm along his side. He pulled his finger out of San slowly, delighting in the soft, tired nose it drew from his throat.
San was quiet after that, not making much noise besides little whines and deep breaths. Jongho moved them so they were laying on their sides, and wrapped his arms around San tightly as he covered them with the sheets.
“How are you, Sannie?” Jongho kissed behind his ear softly, stroking his skin with his hands gently. San’s breathing was slower now, heart not beating out of his chest, and he made a quiet noise in acknowledgement before speaking.
“ ‘M Good. That was… the best sex I’ve ever had.” Jongho laughed, nuzzling into the nape of his neck, and hugged him closer.
“I’m so happy to hear that. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for months, you know.” He was a little embarrassed to admit his stupid crush, but after making San come twice, he thinks he’s allowed to be honest about his feelings.
“Really? You didn’t just corner me to fuck with a straight guy?” Jongho frowned. Did he seem like the type of person to do that? But San sounded insecure, if anything. He was staring at his hands, picking at his cuticles. Ah.
“Never, baby. You’re not just a quick fuck to me. Also, you’re definitely not straight.” Jongho held San’s hand to stop his fidgeting, hooking his chin over San’s shoulder to kiss his cheek. He hunched his shoulders in reflex, and Jongho chuckled, kissing his ear and neck instead.
“It’s not my fault… I’d never, uh, thought about being with a guy. Not really. Not before you had me pressed against the counter with your dick an inch from mine.” He was bolder now, too. Jongho nipped his ear just to hear him squeak.
“You mean when I put you in makeup and called you my pretty girlfriend? I felt you against my thigh before I was even hard, Angel.” He whispered softly, hellbent on teasing San as much as he could.
“Shut up! I want to sleep, not get hard again.”
“So you admit it?”
“Shhh!”