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Doyoung was busy secretly stealing freshly made fries from Taeyong’s bowl when Jungwoo slammed the kitchen doors open, making Yuta nearly drop his freshly prepped sauce from how close the door was to hitting him in the face.
“What the hell did I tell you about storming in here like that?” Taeyong shouted to Jungwoo. His eyes followed the man who opened the walk-in freezer door and went inside, slamming the door behind him. He groaned and slapped Doyoung’s hand out of the bowl and shoved him away from his area.
“Stop eating the food for the customers, fat ass.”
A scream erupted from the freezer. Nobody in the kitchen was fazed at all with how often Jungwoo controlled his anger by screaming his heart out in the freezer, which wasn’t at all soundproof.
“Can he stop doing that? He keeps ruining our flow back here.” Mark said as he messed up cutting a chicken for one of the orders they had. Mark was one of the new hires, thanks to Donghyuck's recommendation after one of their previous kitchen guys quit on the spot because of Jungwoo’s constant screaming.
“You’re the only person here that’s bothered by his screaming. The longer you’re here, it’ll start to blend into the background.” Donghyuck said, his face buried in his phone. The host was currently on a break he definitely wasn't supposed to be taking. It was peak rush hour and they had a new host up front who was on her second day and Donghyuck was supposed to be training her.
“Why are you back here? Get the hell out of my kitchen and help out the other host!”
Donghyuck whined at Taeyong, “Sion’s up there! He is perfectly capable of training her. I’m hungry.”
“He’s been here for two weeks! He doesn’t know shit! Go back to the front!” Taeyong grabbed whatever was closest to him and threw one of the dish rags that he used to clean his knives. Donghyuck made a disgusted noise and ran out of the kitchen, grumbling under his breath.
“You too, fucker. Don’t you have tables to attend to?” Taeyong aimed his knife at Doyoung.
Doyoung frowned. He hoped to go unnoticed, since everyone else seemed to have stolen his attention. Going outside of the kitchen, where the worst people imaginable were dining, sounded horrifying. Doyoung was only hiding out in the kitchen because he had a table where this guy kept giving him the bitchiest attitude, even though he looked at his girlfriend once when he was greeting them.
“I checked on them before I came in here.”
“Get the fuck out.”
Doyoung sighed and walked as slowly as possible out of the kitchen, his head hung low as he was kicked out.
Instead of going to any of his tables, he went straight for the bar. There was a chair specifically for him to sit in, which he placed there since he spent so much time behind the bar. He should really ask Minho about switching positions so that he doesn't have to be a server anymore. Bartending seemed far easier to do than serving bitchy people who think he wants their girlfriends because he’s a male server.
Sitting down in the chair, he had the perfect view of the restaurant layout, so technically, he was still doing his job by having an eye on his tables, just from far away.
“How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from my bar?” Johnny approached him with his ever-so-charming smile, a teasing glint in his eyes, now standing in front of Doyoung.
Doyoung rolled his eyes, “You don’t tell me what to do. And this isn’t your bar.”
“It pretty much is when I’m the bartender. You’re a server who’s supposed to be serving your tables, not sitting on your ass. Pretty sure you have three tables that need refills right now.”
“Are you obsessed with me or something? Why are you keeping tabs on the tables I have?”
“I’m obsessed with you?” Johnny chuckled, the look on his face making his stomach twist in knots, “Don’t you have multiple reviews online that talk about how you’re a horrible server because you’re always flirting with the bartender?”
Doyoung’s face flushed in embarrassment.
There were one too many reviews on the restaurant webpage that talked about how Doyoung constantly forgets to take care of his tables because he’s always at the bar when Johnny’s on the shift. More than half of them had photo evidence of Doyoung at the bar. Leaning on the counter or standing way too close to Johnny because he was busy flirting with him.
“Narcassist. You aren’t the only bartender. I could be flirting with Jaehyun.” Doyoung had to hold himself back from showing the disgust he had just by saying that. He couldn’t imagine trying to flirt with Jaehyun. The man was far from his type and had some sort of on-and-off relationship with Jungwoo.
Johnny’s grin only grew, “You’re drooling over Jaehyun now?”
Doyoung scoffed, “What’s it to you?”
“Hey, if you want Jaehyun, go right ahead. I’m not helping you when Jungwoo goes batshit crazy and tries to beat you up for going after his man.”
“You don’t care that I’d flirt with Jaehyun?” What the hell was wrong with him? He should be more jealous that Doyoung would flirt with another man.
That smug face was seriously pissing him off.
“You beg for my dick so much that I don’t have to worry about you going for other men.”
“I do not beg!”
“Johnny—Johnny, please let me come!” Doyoung begged as Johnny denied him his orgasm for the third time.
They were in the back of Johnny’s car, still parked in the parking lot of the restaurant after hours. Doyoung had one leg propped up on Johnny’s shoulder as the man was three fingers deep inside of him. He’s been toying with him and keeping him on the edge for god knows how long.
“Hm. I don’t know. Do you really deserve to after the shit you were saying earlier?” Johnny slowly dragged his fingers along his walls, his pace so deathly slow that it had Doyoung losing his mind.
“Please,” Doyoung cried out, tears were beginning to pool in his eyes, “I’m so close—please just let me come.” His cock was aching to be able to come, red and throbbing as it had been untouched yet pushed to the edge countless times.
Johnny sighed, “Fine. But you only get to come by my cock. No touching yourself.” He took his fingers out and lubed up his cock, groaning as he slicked himself up before positioning the tip at Doyoung’s entrance.
They simultaneously groaned when Johnny pushed in, his cock further spreading Doyoung open as he bottomed out.
He slowly rocked his hips, building up a rhythm that had Doyoung dropping his jaw to let out a moan.
Doyoung’s head fell back, hitting the car window behind him as Johnny fucked into him, the grip he had on his waist and leg was bruising, fingers digging into his skin as he thrusted his hips.
“Fuck,” Doyoung moaned when Johnny pushed down on his legs, drilling into his hole with more force than before, his hips smacking into Doyoung’s and shaking the car.
With the new angle, Johnny was hitting his prostate head-on and punching out higher moans from Doyoung. The immense pleasure he was feeling had his toes curling and a burning sensation in his core.
He had to put a hand on the window to stop his head from constantly hitting it from how hard Johnny was fucking him.
His cock was leaking so much. A small puddle of precum pooled on his stomach as he got closer and closer to coming. Subconsciously, he dragged his hand down to touch himself, to give himself the relief that he’s been begging for the entire time.
Johnny grabbed his wrist before his fingers could even graze his cock, pinning his arm against his chest and keeping it there. Doyoung whined from not being able to touch himself, but his cock throbbed at being held down.
A few more rough thrusts had Doyoung coming with a loud cry, cock twitching as cum flowed out of it.
Huh. Doyoung has never come untouched before.
Johnny groaned when Doyoung’s walls tightened around his cock. He held Doyoung’s waist to keep his body still as he continued to fuck him until he was coming inside the condom, letting out a low moan as he rode out his orgasm before pulling out.
Doyoung whined at the extra stimulation and watched with bleary eyes as Johnny took the condom off and tied it up before throwing it in a plastic bag that was a makeshift trash can in his car. Johnny reached for a couple of wipes he had stored in his car and helped clean Doyoung up, kissing him on his forehead as he fixed both of their clothes.
The older man left his shirt unbuttoned and lay down on Doyoung, his head pillowed on Doyoung's chest as he got comfortable. Doyoung groaned at the heaviness of his head but ran his hand through his hair, feeling the soft strands and humming as he did so.
“That was a lot of begging for someone who doesn’t beg,” Johnny said. Doyoung could hear his stupid smile from his voice alone.
He would’ve hit the man for teasing him, but he was way too tired to do any of that. Working all day and getting fucked in the back of a car had him too exhausted even to retaliate.
“You ruined a perfectly good orgasm three times. Today was full of obnoxious customers and I was not in the mood too be getting my orgasm ruined three fucking times.” Doyoung huffed, “And! We’re fucking in a bed next time. I also got a goddamn concussion with my head hitting the window!”
Now, his ass and head hurt.
What an awful way to end a fucking shift!
Johnny cooed and sat up a little to kiss Doyoung’s forehead, “I’m sorry,” He peppered his face with even more kisses, somehow sneaking his tongue inside of his mouth when he kissed his lips. The irritation slowly melted off his body, Johnny’s kiss distracting him enough to forget about the aching pain and the shift he had.
The kiss was sweet until loud, incessant banging on the car window ruined their cute little moment, making them jump apart and Doyoung’s heart race in his chest.
Was it some goddamn crackhead trying to break into Johnny’s car? It was way past eleven o’clock. Nobody should be in the parking lot!
Johnny sat up and moved Doyoung to the other side of the seat with ease. He opened the door and slammed it against whoever was on the other side.
“Ow! What the hell, man!” Dongyuck’s whiny voice soothed Doyoung’s heart. He felt so much better knowing it was not a stranger about to cause them any problems.
It was just Donghyuck about to cause the biggest headache known to man.
“Donghyuck?” Johnny scoffed as Donghyuck opened the door while holding his stomach, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you trying to break my windows?”
“What’s wrong with me? The hell is wrong with you? You’re the one trying to break my nose! Why didn’t you roll the window down!”
“You’re the one banging on my window all crazy! What do you want?”
Donghyuck huffed and folded his arms across his chest, “I’m banging like crazy? My banging was nothing compared to the banging you just did to Doyoung.”
“Pervert. Were you watching us fuck the entire time?”
“Ew! God, no! I waited for the car to stop shaking to bother you.”
“Hold on! Why do you automatically assume I’m getting fucked? What if I was the one sticking it in Johnny?” Doyoung asked, referring back to Donghyuck’s previous comment.
Donghyuck blinked and Johnny turned around to look at him with wide, confused eyes. The two shared a look before bursting out into laughter. Donghyuck had to hold onto the car door to stop himself from falling because of how hard he was laughing. Johnny found it really funny that Doyoung could be the one topping with how far back his head was from all the laughing he was doing.
“What the fuck is so funny?” Doyoung kicked Johnny’s back. He would’ve tried to hit Donghyuck too, but he was lucky he was too far and behind the car door.
“Oh my God,” Donghyuck had to wipe tears that were coming out of his eyes, “I needed that laugh after tonight’s shift. Thank you so much, Doyoung.”
“The fuck?”
“I’m so sorry, baby, but nobody looks at us and thinks I’m the one getting bent over.”
Doyoung gave him a ‘are you crazy’ look and turned away from them before snapping his head back at Donghyuck, “What do you even want? Did you come here just to ruin our night?”
“Woah? Your night was ruined the second you followed Johnny into this car. But my car isn’t starting and I need a ride home.”
“Is it your battery? I have cables in my trunk. I could jumpstart you.” Johnny pointed back towards his trunk.
Donghyuck shook his head, “Nah. Can you just take me home? I’ll worry about my car tomorrow. I have a half shift so I can worry about it after.”
Doyoung made a face, “Why didn’t you ask before we got in the car?”
“I didn’t clock out until after you started blowing Johnny! I just waited in my car until the shaking stopped.”
“How thoughtful of you. We can take you home.”
We???
Why was he volunteering Doyoung to be apart of this?
“What about your car?” If Donghyuck remembers that his car will be left here, he’ll change his mind and have Johnny charge his battery and leave them the hell alone.
Donghyuck glanced at his car and shook his head, “It’ll be fine here. I’ll have Mark pick me up for work tomorrow.”
Johnny nodded and got out of the car to take the driver's seat. He started up the car and got himself situated and looked at everyone else to see if they were going to do the same thing.
Johnny was so on his fucking list. He has no reason to waste their time by making them drop Donghyuck all the way off at his apartment just because he doesn’t want to fix his car.
Grumbling under his breath, Doyoung was going to move to the front seat, but Donghyuck quickly shoved him back into his spot and slammed the door shut, slipping into the passenger first and giving Doyoung a pointed look.
“You’ve gone fucking insane if you think I’m going to sit in your mess of cum and ass sweat.” Donghyuck gagged and buckled his seatbelt.
Doyoung felt his eye twitch.
“Nobody told you to get in here.” He kicked the back of Donghyuck’s seat a few times, “And you’re doing my sidework for the next two weeks for wasting my time.”
“Huh? Like hell I am! My car is basically broken down and you’re going to force me to do extra work because I need a ride home?” Donghyuck gave Johnny a judgmental look as the man was focused on driving, “Why are you dating him?”
Dating?
They weren’t dating. Not even in the slightest. They just casually hook up. No feelings involved at all. Where could he have possibly gotten that idea from?
Sure, Johnny’s asked to become official before. Doyoung, being scared of workplace relationships, said no and explained to him that it’s healthier to fuck without any feelings—despite Johnny having feelings. Johnny, being the wonderful man he is, understood his fear and hasn’t made anything awkward between them and continues like everything is fine. Which it is. He understands that Doyoung doesn’t want to deal with any of the tension or the awkwardness at work.
Johnny chuckled, “What’s wrong with Doyoung?”
He’s not going to deny it???
“He’s a total douche! He’s so mean for no reason!”
Doyoung watched the grin slowly making its way onto Johnny’s face, “Oh, you would hate to hear some of the mean things he says to me when we’re—”
Quickly moving to the edge of his seat and covering Johnny’s mouth with his hand, Doyoung stopped Johnny from saying anything else, “Just focus on the road.”
As minutes passed by, Donghyuck opened the window, the sound of the road flying by irritating everyone’s ears but Donghyuck’s.
“It’s cold as hell outside—close the window,” Doyoung complained, scooting over to sit behind Johnny’s chair so the air from outside wouldn’t hit him directly.
“It fucking stinks in here!”
“Thanks for the ride, Johnny. Goodnight.” Donghyuck said as he got out of the car. He grabbed his things and stretched his arms above his head and groaned way too loud for how late it was.
“Where’s my goodnight?” Doyoung peered his head through the seats to look at Donghyuck with a pout.
Donghyuck scoffed, “Eat a dick, asshole. Bye-bye, Johnny!” He blew a kiss before running up to his apartment building and disappearing into one of the hallways.
Doyoung gaped at the outright disrespect from the younger and grumbled to himself, “Don’t do anything nice for him ever again.”
Johnny only laughed at his comment as he drove out of the parking lot.
“Whatever you want, princess.”
At a stopped light, Johnny turned to him, “Come over tonight.”
Doyoung turned to him, confusion written on his face. “What?”
“We both work tomorrow, so we might as well since we’re already together.”
Doyoung gnawed on his bottom lip. This routine can’t be normal for two people who are casually fucking. This was a dangerous game of letting the feelings fester on and only grow.
“Okay. Sounds good to me.”
Doyoung was a weak man.
The next day at work, Doyoung was in a daze the whole time. He kept forgetting what people ordered, forgetting to put orders, getting snappy with customers, and yelling at Riku when he mistakenly double-sat him. He felt bad when Riku walked away with his head down and Sion gave him a dirty look before following the other host.
He’s usually on top of his game with the occasional slip-ups, but he never yells at the hosts when they’re just doing their jobs.
It’s all Johnny’s fault he’s like this.
Doyoung woke up to Johnny’s raspy morning voice, a sultry good morning that had Doyoung ready to make his way down Johnny’s body and stuff his mouth full of him. If that didn’t have him losing his mind already, Johnny making breakfast for them had him even more confused about their relationship.
The man was making conversation as he cooked while Doyoung sat on the countertop next to him, watching him work his magic. The scene was oddly domestic—something not normal for casual hookups.
And when they were busy getting ready, Johnny had the audacity to steal kisses from him as he was trying to change into his work clothes after being given Johnny’s clothes to sleep in. He kept teasing Doyoung as he was trying to brush his teeth (With a toothbrush that Johnny keeps by his).
The bastard even snuck in a kiss before they went into the restaurant.
“Quit fucking up your orders! I can’t keep wasting my food back here because you can’t do your fucking job right!” Taeyong slid a plate over the shelf and glared at Doyoung. It was his fifth time asking the chef to make an entire order because he rang the wrong one in.
“It’s not my fault! The customers keep changing their minds at the last minute!”
They do not.
Taeyong was not convinced one bit by his excuse, “How stupid do you think I am? Not this many customers change their minds at the last second about what they want to eat! Wake up and stop fucking around!”
Doyoung swore under his breath and walked out of the kitchen, not caring that he made Jungwoo spill his appetizers onto the floor by bumping into the man.
Taeyong cussing him out and yelling at him behind the line was nothing out of the ordinary. The stress and heat of the kitchen typically made the man have a nasty attitude that everyone knew was only because of work. Outside the kitchen, he was usually down-to-earth and in a chirpier mood.
But because Johnny had Doyoung in a loop, he’s getting yelled at by Taeyong, over and over again.
Sitting behind the bar in his usual spot, he did a lazy look-over of his tables and tried to figure out if any of them needed any attention. He got bored of doing his job after noticing his tables do absolutely nothing but talk over their food and decided to watch Jaehyun clean some of the beer glasses, eyes following the rag wiping away any water droplets on the glass.
“That new host is pretty cute.” Jaehyun said out of the blue.
Doyoung hummed, not really interested in what the man had to say, “Jungwoo would lose his shit if he heard you say that.”
Jaehyun smiled, a mischievous look in his eyes that Doyoung knew meant some bullshit was going to come out of his mouth.
“He’ll be fine. She’s too obsessed with Johnny to pay anyone else any attention anyway.”
Upon hearing that, Doyoung sat up straight in his seat and looked for Johnny. The man was on the other end of the bar, talking with the new host. He was leaning against the counter as the host was talking to him, smiling and batting her eyelashes as she stood a little too close for Doyoung’s liking.
“Oh.” His eyes never moved as the two talked. Johnny clearly didn’t mind that the girl was obviously flirting with him.
Smiling and occasionally biting her lip.
Flipping her hair.
Laughing a little too hard at everything he had to say.
Johnny wasn’t that fucking funny.
He took a deep breath. Reminding himself that they were not a couple and he has no reason to be mad over Johnny talking to another person. Even if that person obviously wanted him in the worst ways imaginable. So what if that hostess had a little kiddy crush on Johnny? It makes sense. He’s a very handsome man who knows how to charm anybody with a single smile.
Doyoung tried to tear his eyes away from them, but something within him told him to keep watching them.
And thankfully, whatever kept his eyes on them had great intuition because he watched the girl touch his arm, hands squeezing his bicep as she laughed so hard that she ‘had to use Johnny as support’. His blood boiled watching her continue to feel Johnny up.
“Oh.” Doyoung licked his lips, jaw tensing as Johnny just let the girl do whatever the hell she wanted with him.
“You think they’re gonna leave together after work? Like you two do?”
Doyoung will be damned if Johnny thinks he can leave with a different person after work.
“No.” Doyoung snapped, getting up and walking over to the two who were in their own little, stupid world.
“Hey!” He said, a little too cheerily as he stood directly behind Johnny, his body pressed against his back as he tried to butt into the conversation, “What’s so funny?”
Johnny looked at him over his shoulder and smiled, “I was telling her about the time you had five beers and got it all over me because you tripped.”
They’re making fun of him???
“Ah.”
“The way he was telling the story was so funny.” The hostess giggled, not bothering to glance at Doyoung despite talking to him.
“What’s up? Do you need a drink?” Johnny’s full attention was on him now, neck twisting at an odd angle so he could see Doyoung’s face.
Doyoung shook his head and looked at the hostess, “Minho wants…”
What was her name?
“...her to roll up some silverware with Sion and Riku.” The restaurant was slow, so making up a lie to stop the girl from flirting with Johnny should easily be believable.
“Really? I thought Minho wasn’t here today?”
Doyoung had to take a deep breath, “He texted me.”
He could feel Johnny staring at him extra hard.
She gave him a confused look but shrugged, “Oh…I guess I’ll talk to you later then.” The hostess walked off to the kitchen, going to grab the freshly washed utensils to get started on the side work.
Johnny turned around and faced Doyoung, raising an eyebrow at him, “What was that?”
“What?”
“You were acting super weird. You were all over me. What happened to no physical touching at work?”
Doyoung made a face, “It’s an issue when I’m all over you, but it’s perfectly fine for that hostess to touch you however she wants?”
Confusion grew on Johnny’s face, “What are you talking about?”
“You’re joking, right? That hostess clearly wants a piece of you and you were indulging her.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Whatever.” Doyoung walked away from the bar. All he needed was that hostess off of Johnny. He did not need to talk to him at all. He was entertaining the girl too much and Doyoung does not want to see him further entertain whatever delusions she has.
For the rest of the night, Doyoung stayed away from the bar. Every time he needed a drink he would just ask Jaehyun and ignore Johnny. The older man definitely picked up on it the second time he walked past Johnny just to ask Jaehyun—who was busy with another customer—for a drink.
Usually, Doyoung went straight to Johnny to get the drink his customers ordered.
But right now, he’s mad at the man. So he’s going to anybody else to make him the drinks he needs.
“Hey! Wait up!” Johnny called out from behind Doyoung, trailing after him as he left the restaurant to go to his car.
Doyoung paid him no mind and walked faster to his car.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” Doyoung replied, unlocking his car and placing his things in the passenger seat. He moved around to the driver’s door and tried to open it, but Johnny blocked the door from opening so he could talk to him.
“What’s with the attitude?”
“Let me get in my car.” Doyoung snapped, trying to push Johnny’s hand off the car. It’s a little humbling how Johnny's arm didn’t budge at all when he tried moving it.
“Not until you tell me why you’ve been ignoring me all night.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Move.”
Johnny groaned and slapped a hand to his face, “Doyoung, please stop being difficult. Talk to me.”
“If you want to talk to someone so bad, go talk to that hostess you were giggling with earlier.” He tried opening the car door, hoping it was stronger than Johnny’s hand, but he frowned when Johnny’s hand closed it right back up.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Johnny asked, anger slowly rising in him.
“That new girl! She was all over you and you let her!” Whatever anger Johnny had was spreading to Doyoung. His jaw was tensing and he was breathing deeply.
“What was I supposed to do? Slap her hand off of me and be a dick to her?”
“Yes! She had no reason to do all of that to you! Especially on the clock.” Doyoung was being the biggest hypocritic. He has done much worse on the clock with Johnny.
“Why does that matter? It's not like we're together!”
“I don’t know!” Doyoung shouted back.
Why did it matter to him?
For one, he knew he didn’t like Johnny letting the girl touch him when they were just cuddling and being all domestic this morning. It was something that might be special to Doyoung.
Waking up to Johnny’s face and being cared for by him felt good. It's not an uncommon thing to happen. But it is uncommon for Doyoung to actually feel some type of way about it. It might've been Donghyuck's words that are making him think differently.
“Seriously, Doyoung, what’s up with you tonight? You were perfectly fine this morning. One person flirts with me and suddenly you’re ignoring me like I did something wrong.”
Customers flirt with Johnny all the time. They see a hot bartender and think he’s on the goddamn menu and don't hold back with the subtle touching or vulgar jokes towards him. Doyoung knew it was part of the job, so he knew better than to worry about that.
He has no right at all to be worried about people flirting with him when they aren’t together. It’s his fault they aren’t in one, as a matter of fact.
It was his idea to say that they shouldn’t date since they're coworkers and that things could go way south if they did get together and broke up.
Now, he’s kind of starting to regret it.
“Do you want to fuck her?”
Johnny was taken aback by the sudden question.
“What the fuck? Why would you think that?”
Doyoung folded his arms, “She’s pretty. Would you rather go home with her than me?”
Jaehyun’s words stuck with him throughout the entire shift, and as long as Johnny says no, he’ll feel much better.
Johnny exhaled and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Are you seriously jealous?”
The fuck?
That wasn't a no.
Why is it so hard for him to give a direct answer?
“So you do?”
“Do you hear how crazy you sound right now? What gave you the idea I’d want to fuck her?”
“You guys were acting so goddamn friendly to each other! She might as well have dropped to her fucking knees and whipped your dick out!”
“Jesus Christ—Doyoung. We were literally talking about you. You’re making up this whole scenario that is nowhere close to what was going on. I didn't even know she was flirting with me.”
“That still doesn’t change the fact that she wants you! You only fueled her delusion!”
Johnny scrunched his eyebrows, “You’re acting really fucking possessive right now when we aren’t dating. I’m not going to be a dick to people just because you don’t like it. I’m not yours.”
Okay, he’s repeated the fact that he isn’t Doyoung’s one too many times.
How much does he need to rub it in Doyoung’s face that he fucked up?
“Okay—I know that! I know we aren’t together! But that doesn't mean that you can go around letting people throw themselves at you!”
“This whole argument is stupid considering you were the one who didn’t want to be together.”
”That’s…that’s not the point. We’re still fucking and I don’t want you to go around letting people think you’re up for grabs.”
Johnny looked like he was a few seconds away from losing his temper. Veins were popping out from how mad he was getting with their constant arguing.
”Doyoung. I don't care about anybody else. I was just being nice to her—I didn’t even flirt! I've told you that I'm only about you and still want you even when you turned me down. What more do you need from me to prove to you that I'm crazy about you?”
The door slammed behind Doyoung as he kicked the door behind him, his hands too busy with unbuttoning Johnny’s shirt to close it the normal way. Johnny helped him with his buttons and threw the shirt across the room, Doyoung’s hand going straight for his chest and slowly trailing down to his abs, feeling the pure muscle he worked so hard for and dipping his fingers low enough to undo his belt, tossing it to the floor and unbuttoning his pants.
Doyoung crowded Johnny against the wall, his lips never leaving his as his as he dipped his fingers under his underwear, fingers feeling the happy trail he never liked to shave and dryly stroking his half-hard cock.
Johnny groaned at the direct touch, having to pull back to catch his breath a little. Doyoung kissed along his neck, mouthing at his skin and leaving marks that were a little too high for a shirt or hoodie to cover.
He spent his time marking up Johnny’s neck, putting extra attention where he was most sensitive. Johnny’s hips were rutting into his hand as he continued to stroke him, small noises escaping his mouth.
They moved to his bedroom, Doyoung on the edge of the bed as Johnny was on his knees between his spread legs.
He ran his fingers through Johnny’s hair, savoring the view below him. Johnny looked so beautiful in this position. On his knees with his brown eyes peering up at him and waiting for Doyoung’s next move. Johnny looked so ready to please him, ready to bend at his will.
”Make it up to me? Make me want to forgive you.” Doyoung tugged him closer to his crotch, his nose inches away from his zipper. Johnny swallowed thickly before unzipping his pants, pulling them off with the help of Doyoung raising his hips.
Johnny placed kisses along the inside of his thighs, the soft touch of his lips to Doyoung’s skin had him humming. He let Johnny mark up his thighs, small marks starting to appear next to old marks left by him.
The closer Johnny got to his cock, the hotter Doyoung felt. Johnny sucking on areas that were highly sensitive had him squirming around already and worked up.
Johnny mouthed at his cock through his underwear, licking the material until it as damp and pulling it off to join his pants on the floor.
The man held the base of his cock and placed a kiss on his tip while making direct eye contact, he had to control himself from shoving Johnny down his cock. He kissed down his cock, holding the base of it with his other hand and stroking it.
Mouthing along his cock, Johnny licked his way back up to the tip and wrapped his lips around it. He sucked on the tip for a few seconds before suddenly sinking down to the base of Doyoung’s cock.
Doyoung jerked and tightened his grip on Johnny’s hair, letting out a loud moan from the heat surrounding him.
”Shit.” Doyoung breathed out, his head tipping back when Johnny hollowed his cheeks and started sucking with a purpose, his head bobbing along his cock, the noises he was making were giving Doyoung a delicious vibration against his cock.
Doyoung let out a string of moans as he got closer to his orgasm, his hand speeding things up by harshly pushing Johnny down on his cock. He did his best to keep his eyes open so he could watch how Johnny looked while sucking his cock. The way his lips stretched around his cock and how glossy his eyes got were enough alone to make Doyoung come.
He tugged on Johnny’s hair harshly when he started bobbing his head too fast, eliciting a moan from him, “Slow down. Don’t go too fast.”
Johnny's eyes shot up to his as he took a deep breath through his nose and slowed down, closing his eyes as he sucked on Doyoung’s cock, mouth slowly going down on him. The heat around his cock was heavenly, the way Johnny swallowed around his cock had him spiraling.
”You look beautiful like this, so good for me.” Doyoung praised. Johnny whined at his words, his cock twitching at the praise. He moved his hand to palm his cock but Doyoung was quick to kick his hand away, pressing his foot down against the bulge. A whimper came from Johnny, his hips rutting into his foot until Doyoung pulled his foot away.
”No touching yourself.” Doyoung snapped, gripping his hair and pulling his head back, “Get on the bed.”
It pained him to ruin his own orgasm just for the sake of keeping the facade up, but it was all for the principle and letting Johnny know that he is Doyoung’s, in some way.
Johnny rushed onto the bed, not wanting to further disappoint Doyoung and laid flat on his back, head resting on one of the pillows as he waited for Doyoung.
Grabbing his bottle of lube, he joined Johnny on the bed and got on top of him, legs on both sides of him. He poured some lube on his fingers and fingered himself open, not letting Johnny do him the favor as a form of punishment.
He normally makes Johnny use condoms because it was too intimate to fuck raw, but now seemed like a great time to forgoe the protection.
Johnny’s eyes never left his face as he fingered himself, eyes taking in every reaction he made as he made sure he was prepped enough for his cock.
Once he deemed himself ready, he positioned himself over Johnny’s cock and held it by the base as he lowered himself down. He let out a sigh as Johnny filled him up, the size of his cock always having Doyoung feeling satiated and full just from being inside of him. Johnny had his hands on his thighs and dug his fingers into his skin once he bottomed out, already overwhelmed by the heat of his hole surrounding him.
“If you move, I stop.” Doyoung warmed as he found purchase on Johnny’s chest, slowly raising his hips before lowering them back down just as slow. Johnny swallowed and nodded his head, taking in a deep breath as Doyoung repeated his motions.
Doyoung smiled at the obedience from Johnny. He leaned down to press their lips together, a sweet kiss that held a bit more to it than just lust.
When he pulled back, Johnny had a dazed look in his eyes as he stared back at him, pupils completely dilated. He panted against his lips as he tried to catch his breath, Doyoung basically stealing it away from him after their kiss.
Johnny looked like a dream. The pink flush, the already fucked-out look in his eyes just from giving a blowjob and being bossed around, the sheen of sweat coating his skin.
“I’m so lucky to be the only one to see you like this…” Doyoung swiped his thumb along Johnny’s bottom lip, “That girl can only imagine you like this—she’ll never get to see how beautiful you look or sound in bed.”
He pushed his thumb past Johnny’s lips, the man wasting no time in wrapping his lips around the digit and sucking on it.
“Do you think she’d like how obedient you are? How willing you’re to do anything?” Doyoung asked, groaning when Johnny swirled his tongue around his thumb.
The man shook his head, not happy with someone else being brought up while he’s deep inside of Doyoung.
“No? You don’t want her to know how much of a good boy you are?” Doyoung pulled his thumb out, moving to trace around Johnny’s nipple, the man gasping at the featherlight touch.
“No—only you—” Johnny moaned when Doyoung rubbed over his nipple and pinched it between his fingers. He felt Johnny’s cock twitch inside of him from the pain.
“How cute.” Doyoung kissed him one more time and put his focus back on moving up and down Johnny’s cock, giving the man some relief by finally moving with a purpose, his slow pace gone and replaced with a faster tempo.
The sound of his thighs dropping back down echoed through the room, skin smacking together sounding like heaven on his ears. Their moans mixed together as Doyoung found a rhythm, the fire in his belly burning as Johnny’s cock hit his prostate just right every time he dropped down.
In this position, his cock was reaching even deeper than normal, opening Doyoung in places he’s never been opened before.
“Ah—Shit—you’re so tight,” Johnny groaned, the sweat on his face making him glow in the moonlight cast from his window. Doyoung clenched around him, this time a whine escaping him.
His thighs were starting to hurt the longer he rode Johnny, his muscles already starting to become sore from the constant movement that he is not used to doing.
He pushed through the burn in his thighs, bouncing until he could feel Johnny nearing the edge. His moans jumping up a pitch and his fingers bruising his skin told Doyoung that he wasn’t too far off from it.
Doyoung himself wasn’t far off from his orgasm, either.
He stopped moving all together, grabbing Johnny by the jaw to look him in his confused, glossy eyes, “You’re going to fuck me into this bed like your cock is only good for my hole, okay?”
The man’s face lit up at his words.
As much as he wanted to keep riding Johnny, he couldn’t go on any longer with how unathletic his body was.
“You’re not going to come before I do. Can you do that for me?”
Johnny nodded, ushering Doyoung off of his cock and moving them so that he was between Doyoung’s legs. Doyoung made a noise when his back hit the mattress. His cock throbbed at how easily Johnny moved him around.
Staring up at Johnny, Doyoung felt his stomach twist. The man had one of his legs on his shoulder and looked ready to devour him, nothing but lust in his eyes. Doyoung could tell that the only thing on his mind was Doyoung.
He held his cock as he pushed back inside of Doyoung, bottoming out once again and pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of Doyoung’s knee before pulling his hips back and slamming back in.
Doyoung cried out at the rough thrust, his body getting pushed up the bed with Johnny’s brutal thrusts. The man moved with vigor, no remorse as he pounded into Doyoung. Little noises were getting punched out of Doyoung with every thrust.
“Fuck! Just like that—” Doyoung moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he took everything Johnny was giving him.
Johnny’s thrusts started to lose their rhythm, a sign that let Doyoung know he was about to cum. Doyoung brought a hand down to his cock to jerk himself off at the same time as Johnny, desperate to come at the same time as the man.
He was too close to care about being in charge anymore, the only thing on his mind was coming on Johnny’s cock.
Johnny pushed his leg off his shoulder in favor of leaning down to be able to lean on his forearms, his hips thrusting even faster and harder against Doyoung’s ass. His high pitched moans were going through Doyoung’s ears and straight to his cock as his head was buried in his neck.
There was nothing he loved more than whiny Johnny.
Johnny pulled back to kiss Doyoung, their mouths clashing together as they reached their climax. Doyoung came first, cum spurting onto his stomach as he moaned into the kiss. The sheer intimacy of kissing while coming together might be the highlight of his night.
The other man came after Doyoung clenched around him, pushing his cock as deep as he could and coated Doyoung’s walls in his cum.
Doyoung loved the feeling of Johnny filling him up. He might ask him to never use condoms again. The warmth and fullness had never felt so good.
“Did I do good?” Johnny asked, desperate for the praise and approval.
Doyoung chuckled a bit before smiling at him, cupping his face with both hands and kissing him softly. No lust fueled this kiss this time. It was nothing but pure fondness and something else he did not want to admit.
“You were so good for me,” He pressed more kisses around his face, “Promise me you’ll never let anyone see you like this?”
Johnny nodded, a smile finding its way on his face, “Nobody but you, baby.”
He pulled out slowly, telling Doyoung to wait a moment to leave and grab a rag to clean him up.
Once they were both cleaned, they cuddled on the bed. Doyoung’s head pillowed on Johnny’s chest as they laid in silence.
”Are you done being mad at me now?” Johnny asked, running his hand up and down his spine mindlessly.
Doyoung hummed, pressing a quick kiss to his chest before snuggling even more into his body, “Yes. Sorry for acting out…I don’t know what came over me.”
Johnny chuckled, his laugh jostling Doyoung a little, “Do we have to keep doing this friends with benefits thing? Cause it’s obvious you want me beyond fucking.”
Doyoung sat up, wanting to see his face as they got into a conversation that he dreaded having.
”I’m still—" He tried to gather his thoughts into words, trying to make sure he says the right thing, "—I'm still worried that if we do get together and that it’ll become a shit show and things become awkward between us at work and everything gets—“
”Doyoung, baby, there’s no need to worry about that. We haven’t even officially started dating and you’re already worried about us breaking up. Let’s give it a try. Give us a try.” Johnny had nothing but raw vulnerability in his eyes, nothing but pure endearment in them as he looked him in the eyes, “Plus, you can’t get mad at me like that and go back to casually fucking, that’d be fucked up.”
Doyoung rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless.
Johnny did have a point. He was too focused on the worst outcomes happening instead of focusing on their relationship.
Realistically, they already act like they’re dating. It really makes no difference once they put a label on them.
Plus, he already knows how Johnny doesn’t brush his teeth on days he doesn’t leave the house for and he still likes to hangout and fuck him.
”Fine. Let that hostess know you’re a taken man the next time you see her. I don’t want her to think she can keep flirting with you.”
When Doyoung dropped Johnny off at his car the next day after another round and breakfast, they talked a bit outside of his car and at the same time the people who were scheduled to work today were pulling up. Donghyuck and Riku pulled up as well as Yuta.
When that hostess got out of her car and noticed them, Johnny thought it’d be a great idea to pull him in for a kiss while grabbing him by his ass. Doyoung made a noise of surprise and quickly pushed Johnny away the second he felt a tongue trying to push past his lips.
Johnny dropped one more kiss before grinning at him, “Thanks for the ride, baby. Text me when you get home safely.”
With that, Johnny got in his car and waved at him before driving out of the parking lot.
What the fuck?
“You guys dating finally?” Taeyong shouted from his car, his window rolled down as he was in the middle of changing into his chef’s uniform.
Doyoung sighed and nodded, walking back to his car. He watched the hostess walk with her head down into the restaurant, her posture telling everyone that she was upset about something.
Pride and satisfaction swelled in his chest seeing her so dejected.