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After almost twelve hours of being thirty thousand feet above ground, Jiyong is exhausted. The jet lag was hot on his heels leaving the airport, and it's even closer now that he's taken a warm shower and finds himself enveloped by silence. Once Daesung arrives the next day, Jiyong won't have as much time to himself—not that he's complaining. He's quite looking forward to all the activities they've planned for their stay in LA. It just means he'll have less time to relax, especially once Youngbae joins them and Coachella rehearsals begin. With that in mind, Jiyong figures he should make the most of his alone time.
Once he's poured himself a glass of water, he ends up lounging on the sofa in a living room that's almost unsettlingly large. It'd be much more tolerable if he had Iye in his lap or Zoa at his feet, and although the villa is still expansive even for three people, it'd feel a lot fuller with his groupmates there. In the absence of his cats or friends, Jiyong finds comfort in the next best thing: Instagram reels.
He gets far too many notifications to justify having his settings turned to anything besides in-app only, so it's only once he opens the app that he realizes he has a new message. He absently switches to the message tab, and the notification at the top makes him sit at attention.
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Did you listen?
Two hours ago. Jiyong silently curses himself for picking the worst time frame to engage in sobriety from his phone addiction, but there's no time like the present to respond.
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Of course
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Did you think I just posted it on my story without even listening first?
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I wouldn't have posted it if it sounded awful, you know. Had to make sure I was promoting high-quality music.
After staring at the screen for a minute just in case Seunghyun decided to respond instantly, Jiyong switches back to the Reels tab. Four swipes later, at the top of the screen, he sees Seunghyun react to one of his messages with a laughing emoji. Jiyong smiles as he returns to their DMs and watches the typing bubble until the next message appears. It's awfully short for how long Seunghyun had been typing it.
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Thank you.
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So you liked it, then?
Liked is an understatement. The album made Jiyong cry until his chest hurt, smile until his cheeks hurt, then made him cry all over again. He didn't just like it, but he can't put everything into words over text right now.
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I did. It was incredible, Seunghyun.
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I have a million things I could say about it
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Let's have dinner once I'm back in Seoul?
The message is immediately marked as read, but there's no typing bubble from Seunghyun. As much as Jiyong wants to see him, he thinks it's fair if Seunghyun doesn't want to right away. This is a huge deal for him; even two weeks from now, if he'd rather be on his own while he processes all the reactions to his album, Jiyong understands.
The typing bubble finally appears. Jiyong expects Seunghyun to politely decline, wonders if he'll actually accept, and stares in shock at the message that ultimately comes through.
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I'm actually in LA if you want to do it sooner
Now it's Jiyong's turn to leave Seunghyun on read for a minute. Since when is he in LA? Why is he in LA? Jiyong sends a message back to ask him exactly that, and Seunghyun's response comes quickly.
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Irko wanted to celebrate the album release with me. I'm here until the 16th.
Holy shit. It's been months since the two of them have seen each other, and now they're in the same place for over a week? Jiyong will be busy with Coachella, but this gives them more than enough time to see each other, and not just once. Jiyong's already wondering how often they can get away with meeting up. He sends Seunghyun the address to where he's staying.
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When do you want to come over?
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Is tonight too soon?
Jiyong's heart nearly skips a beat. Tonight isn't soon enough.
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There's a back road you can take that leads straight to the side entrance.
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The sun has set by the time Seunghyun arrives, and the side entrance is perfectly shielded from the eyes of anyone who might recognize him. Still, he does his best to conceal his identity with his hoodie and face mask, just in case. But as far as the public's concerned, he still doesn't have his driver's license, so there wouldn't be any reason to suspect that it's T.O.P pulling up even if someone managed to see him through the evening shadows.
Regardless, he glances over his shoulders as he exits the car and approaches the entrance.
There's no doorbell, so Seunghyun texts Jiyong that he's outside, and the door swings open less than a minute later. Seunghyun's mouth is concealed, but the immediate crinkle of his eyes when he sees Jiyong makes his smile as clear as day.
"Hey," Jiyong says, a smile similarly gracing his own features. He steps aside, allowing Seunghyun to enter, and shuts the door behind him.
Seunghyun pushes back his hood and pulls his face mask off, shoving it into the back pocket of his jeans before replying. "Hey."
Now visible, his smile fills Jiyong with warmth from the inside out. It's been far too long since he's seen it in person. Almost hesitant, Seunghyun opens his arms slightly, but Jiyong slips into the embrace without a second thought. The initial tension of their long-overdue meeting instantly melts away as Seunghyun tightens his hold around Jiyong, pulling him closer to his chest.
The pair stays like that for longer than what's probably necessary, but who's enforcing the rules on how long is too long to hug your not-quite-lover, anyway? In the comfort of Seunghyun's arms, Jiyong's budding loneliness from earlier disappears without a trace and is replaced by utter contentment. He couldn't have dreamed of a better start to his stay in LA.
Once they separate, Jiyong decides he should take a stab at being a good host. Discussing Another Dimension was what initially prompted Seunghyun's visit, so Jiyong should set the mood for them to do that. "Are you hungry? I don't have much yet, but there's some groceries if you want something." Once Seunghyun had settled on coming over, Jiyong had hurriedly placed an order for some essentials to stock the fridge—along with an important nonessential. "There's wine, too."
Familiar, subtle enthusiasm etches its way onto Seunghyun's expression, and Jiyong smiles to himself. He'd added the bottle to his order solely to pique Seunghyun's interest, and it's satisfying to see that it worked like a charm.
"I'd love a glass," Seunghyun replies, mainly out of courtesy; they both knew his answer the moment 'wine' left Jiyong's mouth. "And I already ate, but thanks for the offer."
Jiyong starts making his way towards the kitchen, nodding his head in its direction so Seunghyun follows after depositing his shoes by the door. "This place is huge for the three of you," he says, and Jiyong glances back to see him observing as much of the villa as he can see from where they're standing. When their eyes meet, they share a knowing smile; even in Big Bang's heyday, YG would've cackled at the notion of letting them stay in a place half as large. Although they're only a trio now, it's nice they finally have more freedom to indulge in higher quality.
Jiyong nods. "I'm sure the house would be happier with an extra person in it, if you want to stay with us."
Seunghyun laughs, and Jiyong almost takes offense to how genuine it is. Seunghyun laughs off Jiyong's suggestion like it's absurd, but he's right. It is absurd, and even if Jiyong wishes that wasn't the case, he knows his words aren't even worth considering. It was hardly a real suggestion—he knew the answer would be no—but Seunghyun didn't have to laugh in his face about it.
"Fine," Jiyong grumbles despite himself. Seunghyun's laughter has dissipated, leaving an amused smile in its wake.
"Sorry. But you know I can't stay with you guys."
"I know. Would be fun, though."
Seunghyun nods and takes a seat on one of the barstools as Jiyong pours two glasses of wine, one fuller than the other. He passes the larger portion to Seunghyun, who thanks him before taking a sip. Jiyong makes himself comfortable on the seat next to him, his own glass remaining untouched for the moment.
"So," he begins, recalling the reason for their meetup. "Ready to hear my thoughts?"
Seunghyun stares at him for a second before recognition flashes on his face. He puts his glass down and straightens in his seat, giving Jiyong his full attention. "Yeah," he answers. "Please."
Jiyong smiles, and he has so much to say about the album that every word threatens to spill out at once, but they're held back by an unexpected lump in his throat. He'd been so distracted by the sudden prospect of seeing Seunghyun again that he didn't give much thought to how he'd phrase things once they started their discussion. Beyond that, now that it's actually starting, Jiyong can feel the emotions from his first listen—ones that are still hard to confront—in the pit of his stomach.
Seunghyun waits, his patience seeming to stem from a place of quiet understanding. Deciding to start with the elements that made him smile, Jiyong collects his thoughts and speaks. "It was amazing. The boldest album I've ever heard," he admits, watching as his words prompt an upturn in the corners of Seunghyun's lips. "I'm in awe of your artistry. You've grown as a musician every year I've known you, and finally getting to hear the culmination of everything you've worked on…"
Jiyong trails off and takes a swig of his drink. He doesn't taste it; it's just a quick way of distracting himself when he realizes he's already on the verge of getting choked up.
"I knew it would be incredible," he continues, then shakes his head, still in disbelief now that he's thinking about the album again. "But it still blew my mind, hyung. Shit, I'm glad you didn't release it last year, otherwise I would've had serious competition for Artist of the Year," he teases. He has to sprinkle some humor into his praise before he's too overcome by his emotions. He's sure it'll happen anyway the longer they talk, but Seunghyun just got here. Jiyong wants to hold back his tears for at least a little longer.
His joke gets a laugh out of Seunghyun, who drinks more of his wine. He looks at a distant spot in the villa for a moment, still smiling, but now looking more thoughtful than amused. Then, he returns his gaze to Jiyong.
"Thank you," he says, and Jiyong nods. Seunghyun looks like he has something else he wants to say, but seems to forgo it in favor of a simpler question. "Did you have a favorite song?"
Jiyong puffs out his cheeks, exhales audibly through his lips, and looks to the ceiling. That's not a simple question at all, actually. The album was so good it would take more than one listen to decide, and Jiyong doesn't have the capacity to do that within a 24-hour period. Still, he wishes he had an answer. Saying he doesn't have a favorite feels like a disservice. He wants to pick a song and shower Seunghyun with the praise he deserves—then he realizes he can do that, even without a definitive favorite.
"I don't know," he admits. "If we're talking sound-only, maybe For Fans or Stendhal Syndrome? I loved how upbeat For Fans was, and your voice in Stendhal Syndrome." Jiyong can't help but laugh in amazement. "But I can't pick a favorite based on sound alone. The production on every track was so unique, and I could tell how much control you had over everything. Like the mixing on The Giant," he specifies, and Seunghyun's smile widens.
"I knew Irko could help me pull that one off."
"This isn't about him," Jiyong huffs, even though he's deeply happy that Seunghyun got to work with a producer who helped him bring all his visions to life. Seunghyun laughs, and Jiyong continues. "I'm talking about you. Your ideas. And your songwriting skills," he adds, shifting topics. "Like in Self Crucifixion—which was an insane way to start your first solo album, by the way."
The very mention of Self Crucifixion makes Jiyong's heart seize up a little. Seunghyun, on the other hand, just smiles like the thought of it doesn't affect him at all. Of course it wouldn't—he's had years to work on it and confront everything the song entails—but that acceptance just tugs at Jiyong's heart even further. He's so, so grateful that Seunghyun has reached that point; that he's still here to reach that point.
Seunghyun opens his mouth to speak, but Jiyong cuts him off. He has more to say about other songs, and he needs to do it before they dwell on Self Crucifixion and Jiyong starts crying.
"While I'm talking about lyrics," he continues, successfully quieting Seunghyun, who returns to his wine as he listens. "Studio54?" Despite the emotions that were beginning to bubble up within him, there's now a new twinkle in Jiyong's eye. He watches Seunghyun's lips curl up around the rim of his glass in a knowing smile. "You are totally crazy," Jiyong quips.
Seunghyun snorts at the reference, and Jiyong continues. "I wasn't surprised to hear you talk about it, but I was still shocked by how direct you were."
"Well." Seunghyun shrugs. "It's obvious to you, but not everyone is going to understand."
"They will," Jiyong asserts. "They might act obtuse, but they'll get it." He pauses, taking hold of his neglected wine glass, then speaks up once more before taking a sip. "Did you know Youngbae's going to sing his verse in Bae Bae next weekend?"
"Really?" Seunghyun leans forward, invested like he's watching a drama and smiling like he's just been told a juicy secret. "I thought you modified the setlist so you'd just be singing your own parts."
"We did for the most part. But cutting your rap from Bae Bae was already pushing it. We had to pick up the slack somewhere," Jiyong explains, and Seunghyun gives a sideways nod; fair enough. "Besides, Youngbae sings that part better anyway. Wish I could've given it to him from the start," he adds with a roll of his eyes.
"Can't wait to hear it," Seunghyun replies, leaning back in his chair.
Jiyong hums. "And I can't wait to see the Studio54 music video," he says, expertly steering the conversation back to Another Dimension. "Since you're here, do I get a sneak peek?"
Seunghyun simply smiles and shakes his head. "Just watch the Desperado music video again."
Dramatically, Jiyong sighs, but it's not a bad suggestion. "Fine," he acquiesces. "You looked really good, so I guess it'll keep me satisfied in the meantime."
With a chuckle, Seunghyun lifts his glass and downs the remainder of his wine. Surprisingly, he turns down Jiyong's offer to refill the glass. Jiyong has more he could say about the album, but he lets the two of them fall into a comfortable silence, wondering if Seunghyun will break it with any of his own comments. Soon enough, he does.
"I'm glad you liked the album," he says softly. "I honestly wasn't sure how you'd feel about it."
At that, Jiyong frowns. "Why wouldn't I like it?"
There's a brief pause before Seunghyun answers. "I said a lot," he starts to explain, "about Big Bang. About how I felt while I was a part of it, and how I feel now that I'm not. I didn't know if you'd be happy to hear it. All three of you."
Jiyong's expression softens. He understands Seunghyun's worries, even if they're unneeded. Although he can't directly speak for Youngbae and Daesung, Jiyong's sure his next words apply to them, too.
"It's nothing I didn't already know," he says. "I did cry to a few songs, but in the end? I was happy hearing it. I'm glad you could finally present yourself to the world in the way you want them to see you." Again, he thinks of Self Crucifixion; the inclusion of how the media portrayed him, and how the rest of Seunghyun's lyrics contrasted that by showing listeners his true self. Jiyong thinks, regretfully, of how—had things turned out slightly different—there wouldn't be anything to listen to.
"You could've said 'fuck Big Bang' for all I care," Jiyong adds. "I'm just happy—"
The words catch in his throat. Damn, he thinks, feeling his eyes start to well up with tears. He'd wanted to hold out at least a little longer. He swallows, willing himself to finish his sentence even though his attempts to blink away his tears end up in vain.
"I'm just happy you're here to say what you wanted to say."
Seunghyun's brows raise a little, and he doesn't immediately reply. When he does, the simplicity and honesty of his words is what gets the first tear to officially slip from Jiyong's eye. "Me too."
Weakly, Jiyong laughs as if it'll stop the next tears from falling. When it doesn't, Seunghyun leans forward to place a hand on the edge of Jiyong's thigh, thumb gently rubbing his bare knee that's exposed by his shorts. "Don't cry," he says, earnestly but unhelpfully.
"Too late." Still, Jiyong brushes away his tears even though more threaten to fall.
Seunghyun stands and takes a step towards Jiyong. "Come here," he murmurs, then pulls him into a hug. Jiyong sinks into his embrace and wraps his arms around Seunghyun as tightly as he can manage. With his face buried in Seunghyun's chest, Jiyong feels like crying even harder, but that's exactly what Seunghyun's trying to prevent. So he takes a deep breath, letting Seunghyun's faded cologne flood his senses, and reminds himself of what he's already said: that he's happy. He's happy Seunghyun is here, holding him close in a random kitchen in Los Angeles.
When Jiyong finally loosens his grip, Seunghyun steps back just enough to keep his arms around him while making eye contact. He lifts a hand to wipe the drying tears from Jiyong's right cheek, then leans down to kiss away the ones on his left. Before he can move, Jiyong takes gentle hold of Seunghyun's jaw and tilts his head down. Seunghyun gets the message and presses his lips against Jiyong's, quick but soft.
They pull away just long enough to see each other's smiles, then Seunghyun is pulled into a second, deeper kiss. Just because he can, Jiyong slips his tongue past Seunghyun's lips. He hadn't finished his own glass of wine, but he thinks the lingering flavor he tastes in Seunghyun's mouth makes up for it.
Jiyong had no ulterior motives with the kiss, truly. It's been a while since he's felt Seunghyun's lips on his own, so he figured he should take full advantage of it. But the way Seunghyun's hands move down to clutch his waist and the way he sucks at his lower lip make Jiyong realize he wouldn't mind if things escalate. To test the waters, he spreads his legs, subtle enough to be written off as getting more comfortable on the barstool. But Seunghyun notices the movement and takes the opportunity to step closer into Jiyong's space, close enough that his crotch almost presses against Jiyong's.
Satisfied with Seunghyun's reaction, Jiyong smiles, then breaks the kiss to scoot forward and close the gap between their thighs. Through the denim of Seunghyun's jeans, Jiyong can't tell if he's hard or not. If he isn't, Jiyong's already looking forward to changing that. He hooks a leg around Seunghyun's calf to pull him even closer and slides his hands over his chest.
"The bedroom's really nice," Jiyong whispers, "if you wanna check it out." He looks up at Seunghyun through half-lidded eyes and watches the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallows.
"Are you sure?" Seunghyun asks, voice recognizably low. It's been too long since Jiyong's heard that tone, and it makes him shiver as Seunghyun continues. "I mean, you were just crying."
How sweet, Jiyong thinks, that Seunghyun's being so considerate even through his growing arousal. However, all it does is make Jiyong want to shove him onto the bed and get his lips all over him.
"I was," he admits. He slips his fingers beneath Seunghyun's hoodie, then frowns when he's met with polyester. He tries again, this time making sure to bypass the t-shirt, as well. "But now I'm horny, so…"
That gets a laugh out of Seunghyun, who acquiesces. "So am I. Show me the bedroom, then."
Once he steps back, Jiyong stands, takes his hand, and leads him to the bedroom. He doesn't bother turning on the overhead light; there's enough filtering through the sheer curtains for them to make it to the bed. Even though no one else is home, Jiyong closes the door once they're inside. The added seclusion is a nice reminder that everything happening within the room is a secret, held only between himself and Seunghyun. There's also a bit of muscle memory from the times they slept together at Jiyong's place and closed the door to keep the cats out.
Jiyong kisses Seunghyun again by the door, then walks him back and pushes him down until he's sitting on the edge of the bed. After turning on the bedside lamp, he takes his rightful position in Seunghyun's lap and connects their lips again, taking hold of Seunghyun's face to maneuver it how he wants. He takes control of the kiss, pressing his way into Seunghyun's mouth and sucking on his tongue. Seunghyun doesn't protest; just adjusts his position on the bed so he can grab Jiyong's thighs and pull him farther onto his lap.
Here, Jiyong is pleased to discover that he can feel Seunghyun's erection this time around, so he grinds on top of it until he can hear and feel Seunghyun's breathing quicken. One of the hands around Jiyong's thigh tightens, and he feels the other one make its way to his ass, fondling it while he continues to kiss Seunghyun. They're not dating anymore, but they've done this plenty of times since they broke up, and it feels so natural; so good. Jiyong never wants to stop.
Eventually, though, he breaks the kiss and plants his hands on Seunghyun's shoulders to support himself as he continues his rudimentary lap dance. "Is this why you were so eager to come over tonight?" he teases.
Seunghyun smiles, but doesn't deny anything. "I did want to hear your thoughts on the album, but I had a feeling we'd end up like this." With his hands occupied, he instead uses his head to vaguely gesture towards the position they're in.
With poorly-feigned irritation, Jiyong scoffs. "Wow." He exposes Seunghyun's neck by pulling the top of his hoodie and t-shirt to the side, then leans down so Seunghyun can feel Jiyong's next words against his skin. "I was busy pouring my heart out, and you were wondering if you'd get me in bed or not?" As he waits for an answer, he starts to kiss Seunghyun's neck, moving his hips all the while.
"That's not—" Seunghyun's words fade into a soft groan when Jiyong nips at his neck. "That's not what I said."
"Well," Jiyong begins, placing one last kiss before sitting upright, "that's what I heard." He smiles, devilish, then abandons Seunghyun's lap and sinks to his knees instead. He unbuttons Seunghyun's jeans while mourning the loss of friction against his own dick, but the satisfaction of watching Seunghyun clutch at the comforter makes up for it.
"Maybe I can make you cry this time, hm?" Jiyong muses as he unzips Seunghyun's jeans. When he tugs at them, Seunghyun wordlessly lifts his hips, allowing Jiyong to pull down his jeans and underwear at the same time. Once they're pooled at his ankles, he steps out of them and loses his socks along the way, then Jiyong shoves the pile of clothes aside and focuses on something far more enticing.
The sight of Seunghyun's cock—hard and already leaking precum—is enough to make Jiyong lick his lips, but when he parts them, he figures there's far better uses for his tongue. So he grasps the base of Seunghyun's dick to hold it steady as he slowly licks the underside of it from the bottom to the tip. He makes eye contact as he does it, but it doesn't last long; Seunghyun's eyes flutter closed and his head tilts back. Jiyong was already hard, too, but the moan that spills from Seunghyun's lips makes his own cock twitch.
Eye contact would've been sexy, but Jiyong quickly gives up on regaining it and decides to shift his focus elsewhere. He wraps his lips around the head of Seunghyun's cock and presses the tip of his tongue into the slit, gathering precum. Then, he pulls away and plants wet kisses along Seunghyun's length, smearing precum and saliva all over his dick as makeshift lubricant. Once he's satisfied, he glances up and sees Seunghyun staring down at him again, eyes wide, chest visibly rising and falling as he breathes deeply. Jiyong smiles, then places his free hand on Seunghyun's thigh and swallows down the entire length of his cock at once.
"Fuck," Seunghyun swears, hand flying to Jiyong's hair as the warmth enveloping his cock seems to bring him back to life. "Wait, you—"
His sentence is cut short when Jiyong pulls almost completely away from his dick, only to hollow his cheeks and sink his head back down, somehow taking him even deeper into his throat. He falls into a quick rhythm, and anything Seunghyun wanted to say is momentarily drowned out by the wet sounds of Jiyong sucking him off and the quieter sound of Seunghyun's moans.
Soon, Jiyong feels Seunghyun's grip on his hair tighten just enough to ease him off his cock. With an eyebrow quirked, Jiyong looks up in mild annoyance; he was having fun. "What?" he asks, though his irritation dwindles as he notices Seunghyun's rapid breathing and his persistent grip on the comforter.
"You have Coachella soon," Seunghyun says, releasing Jiyong's hair.
It takes Jiyong a minute to realize what Coachella has to do with anything, but once he does, he can't help but smile. "We don't even start rehearsals for a few days. My throat will be fine." He kisses the tip of Seunghyun's cock. "But thanks for looking out for me, hyung."
Seunghyun stares down at him, and while awaiting a reply, Jiyong runs his hand along Seunghyun's bare thigh and rubs his cheek against his cock. Finally, Seunghyun nods and says, "Okay."
Jiyong's smile widens, and he positions himself to take Seunghyun into his mouth again. "Grab my hair again," he instructs, "and push me down. You know I like it." Then, he wraps his lips around the head of his dick and waits for Seunghyun to follow his directions.
He doesn't have to wait long. Strong fingers find a gentle yet secure hold in Jiyong's hair, and Seunghyun slowly pushes him down until the entirely of his cock disappears within Jiyong's mouth. Jiyong feels his head get pushed even further, and his throat is so full that he'd choke if he wasn't so experienced. He closes his eyes and flattens his tongue on the underside of Seunghyun's cock, offering as much suction as possible while Seunghyun starts to move Jiyong's head up and down.
Seunghyun finds a steady rhythm, and his deep breaths turn into audible, shaky huffs that fill Jiyong with lust and satisfaction—but it's not enough. The tug he feels at his scalp is nice, and so is the consistent prodding at the back of his throat from Seunghyun's cock, but he wants more. He wants it faster, harder, until Seunghyun can hardly stop himself from filling Jiyong's mouth with his cum.
As best as he's able while his head is being guided elsewhere, Jiyong looks up with the most pleading eyes he can manage. He grabs Seunghyun's calves and tries to pull him forward, but instead of taking the hint, Seunghyun pulls Jiyong away from his cock and releases his hair. "What's wrong?"
Jiyong huffs and pulls Seunghyun's legs again until he's hardly sitting on the bed. "You're not fucking my face," he says, shuffling back a little so Seunghyun has room to stand. "That's what's wrong." He gestures for Seunghyun to get up, which he does.
"I didn't know you wanted me to." Seunghyun's breathing is dangerously close to returning to a normal rate. Jiyong needs him to hurry up and lose control.
"Well, now you do. So get to it," Jiyong urges, so Seunghyun grabs his hair again and steps forward until his cock prods at Jiyong's lips. Eagerly, Jiyong opens his mouth and lets Seunghyun slip back inside it. He closes his eyes when he feels Seunghyun's other hand cradle the back of his head, holding it steady as he finally pushes all the way in again.
Seunghyun resumes his thrusts, mimicking their earlier pace, but it's not long before he starts moving faster. It excites Jiyong, and when Seunghyun's cock punches the back of his throat after a particularly sharp jolt of his hips, Jiyong loses his breath for a second. The feeling of Seunghyun fucking his face until he can't breathe gets Jiyong impossibly hot, and the minute he regains the ability to produce a sound, he moans as loudly as he can with his throat so full. He wants Seunghyun to hear how good he feels, being used like this, bringing Seunghyun pleasure.
Jiyong keeps his eyes closed to focus on breathing and sucking as rhythmically as he's able, so he can't see how Seunghyun looks while he shoves his cock in and out of Jiyong's mouth. But Jiyong can hear his broken gasps and the way he curses under his breath. Jiyong can feel how Seunghyun adjusts his fingers to tighten his grip in Jiyong's hair. The pull at his scalp is almost uncomfortable, but when paired with Seunghyun's quickening pace, it tells Jiyong how desperate he is to let Jiyong make him feel good—and that practically sets Jiyong's skin on fire.
He can't help it; he reaches down and pulls out his own cock, squeezing it to bring himself a hint of relief. He's terribly hard, but a lack of precum means he has to touch himself dry, even though that's just about the last thing he cares about right now. He twists his wrist as he strokes himself with agonizing slowness compared to how fast Seunghyun is fucking his face, but Jiyong's in no hurry to come. He'll save that for when Seunghyun's properly inside him.
Thinking about Seunghyun fucking him proves to be a mistake, though. It's almost too much: the thought of where they'll be soon, Jiyong's own fingers wrapped around himself, and Seunghyun's cock bruising the back of his throat. He moans again, warbled by the quick, steady motions of Seunghyun's dick in his mouth, and the sound is followed by Seunghyun speaking, loud and breathy.
"Fuck," he swears, pulling out of Jiyong's mouth. When Jiyong looks up, Seunghyun doesn't meet his gaze; instead, he's fixated on where Jiyong had been stroking his own cock until a few seconds ago. "Let me help you, Jiyong."
He sounds one degree of desperation away from begging, and while Jiyong wishes he'd stop interrupting the blowjob, it is nice to hear. From experience, Jiyong figures the roles will be reversed by the end of the night, so he might as well drag this part out a little. He swallows down his annoyance alongside precum and saliva, then uses the pad of his thumb to swipe some remnants around his mouth onto his tongue. He swallows that, too.
"You wanna help me feel good?" he asks, smiling when Seunghyun nods rapidly. "This," Jiyong continues, grabbing Seunghyun's hand and guiding it back to his head, "is making me feel good. Don't stop until you're about to come. Okay?"
Seunghyun takes a second to catch his breath before answering. "Okay." His other hand returns to Jiyong's hair, and to speed things up, Jiyong leans forward himself and takes Seunghyun's cock into his mouth again. Seunghyun follows Jiyong's orders with haste, fucking his face like he's sorry he stopped for even a second.
This time, Jiyong keeps his eyes open, staring up at Seunghyun. From his position on the floor, he nearly has to cross his eyes to actually see Seunghyun's face, but it's worth it. Jiyong drinks in the sight of Seunghyun's knitted brows and the way he keeps his lips tightly pressed together, only for them to fall open when he exhales deeply or moans. It's enough to get Jiyong stroking his own cock again, faster this time. He still doesn't want to come yet, but actually seeing instead of just feeling how frantically Seunghyun's getting off using nothing but Jiyong's mouth gets him even harder.
He jerks himself off in time with Seunghyun's thrusts, but those soon grow inconsistent, so Jiyong slows his own strokes. It's not long before he watches Seunghyun's stomach and bicep muscles tense up, and his movements suddenly halt while Jiyong's face is still practically buried in his pelvis. "I'm close," he says, voice strained as he pulls out of Jiyong's mouth.
Ignoring the dull ache in his knees, Jiyong stands, shoving his shorts and underwear to the floor in the process. He steps out of the garments pooled at his feet and is about to get both of them on the bed, but he pauses, then yanks the comforter off and throws it onto the floor near the wall. When he sees the puzzled look on Seunghyun's face, he explains that he'd rather wash the bedsheets than the comforter. Then, he gently pushes Seunghyun onto the bed so he's lying with his head on one of the pillows, and Jiyong climbs on top of him.
From there, Seunghyun pulls him into a kiss so deep and fervent that he wonders if Seunghyun even processes the lingering taste of himself on Jiyong's tongue. As they kiss, Seunghyun shifts his hand from the side of Jiyong's face to the back of his head, caressing it as if to apologize for the vice grip on his hair a few moments ago. It makes Jiyong smile, eyes soft as he pulls away and looks at Seunghyun. He's still heaving—just a little—so Jiyong sits back to free up his hands and push Seunghyun's hoodie and shirt up. Seunghyun sits up and pulls them off the rest of the way, and once he lets them fall to the side, Jiyong nudges him so he's on his back again.
Now, straddling Seunghyun, Jiyong takes a moment to revel in the sight of his upper body, naked and beautiful. Watching how easily Seunghyun stripped for him after not sleeping together in a while takes Jiyong back to the early days of their relationship. He remembers how long he spent encouraging Seunghyun to show more skin around him, and his frustration when he couldn't understand why Seunghyun was still so hesitant to show himself to his boyfriend of all people. He also remembers his eventual sympathy for Seunghyun's lingering insecurities.
None of that is here now, though. All that Seunghyun radiates is comfort and willingness to be seen, and it sends a wave of desire coursing through Jiyong's veins. He wants to act on it, but he finds a moment to appreciate what he's allowed to see—and hopefully quell Seunghyun's own arousal enough for him to last longer once the night progresses. He's reminded of the way he'd shower Seunghyun with genuine compliments about his body when they were younger. Now, there's no more worries for him to ease, but he still wants to express his love for how Seunghyun looks.
So he runs his palms along Seunghyun's torso, relishing the sound he emits when Jiyong's fingertips graze his nipples. "You look so good," he whispers, barely seeing Seunghyun's resulting smile with how focused he is on the rest of him. Slowly, he moves his hands down and traces the firm lines of Seunghyun's abdomen, then the softer areas of his stomach.
He dives in to suck at the skin above Seunghyun's collarbone and slides his hands back up to squeeze a handful of his chest. Then, he gradually makes his way down with his lips and tongue until he's able to take a hardened nipple into his mouth. He smiles around it when he hears Seunghyun groan, and it gets pushed farther into his mouth on a deep inhale, so Jiyong suckles on it, soft and savoring.
His exploration of Seunghyun's body started out as a brief distraction to calm Seunghyun's dick, but the way it's pressing against Jiyong's crotch tells him that his touch is having the opposite effect. He supposes that's his own fault for getting a little carried away.
He gives up and leans in to kiss Seunghyun again, softer and shorter than the last one. When he pulls away, he shuffles down so he can rest his cheek on Seunghyun's chest. "I was trying to stall," he says, "because I figured you'd come within twenty seconds if I let you fuck me right away."
"Probably," Seunghyun admits, smiling a little as he finds Jiyong's hand resting by his side and intertwines their fingers. "But if we start now, I can last at least forty."
That makes Jiyong laugh, and he sits up, sliding forward so Seunghyun's dick presses against his ass. He reaches back to take hold of it, sliding it between his ass cheeks with ease thanks to the lingering slickness of precum and saliva. Seunghyun props himself up on his elbows and glances towards the bedside table. "Do you have lube and condoms?"
Jiyong's not about to ride him just yet—he's just grinding on him a little—so they can hold off on the lube for now. He also figures it's a little late for a condom since Seunghyun's cock has already been down his throat, but he offers a different reason for why it might be unnecessary. "I haven't been with anyone since we last slept together," Jiyong says.
"Neither have I."
Maybe it shouldn't, but pride blooms in Jiyong's chest. Whatever the two of them have had going on since they broke up, they've never labeled it as exclusive, so it feeds his ego whenever Seunghyun says no, you're the last person I've been with. Jiyong's fucked a few other people since the breakup, and although he'd rather not think about it, he figures Seunghyun has, too. Still, it's nice when Jiyong hears that he was the last one.
"Good." His honest reaction slips out, but he's a bit too preoccupied to care. "But we wouldn't need it just yet, anyway." He crawls back until he's situated between Seunghyun's legs, then reaches forward to take hold of his cock again.
Seunghyun tilts his head. "What do you—"
He gasps before finishing the question as Jiyong wraps his lips around the tip of his cock, then sinks his head down until Seunghyun's cock is filling his throat once again. Jiyong hears his name fall from Seunghyun's lips as he resumes sucking him off, messy and eager. "Shit," Seunghyun swears. "I thought you didn't want me to come."
Jiyong doesn't answer; doesn't even glance upwards as he grabs the base of Seunghyun's cock, twisting his wrist while loudly sucking on the rest of his length. He continues like that until he hears Seunghyun moaning above him, then he pulls his mouth off his cock with a wet 'pop.' He slides his hand up to to tease Seunghyun's leaking tip with his thumb and places open-mouthed kisses everywhere else, sucking at moist skin. Then, he dips his head even lower to suck one of Seunghyun's balls. Seunghyun says his name with more force, and Jiyong finally pulls his mouth away for long enough to respond.
"I don't want you to come," he says, rapidly jerking Seunghyun off while he speaks. "But I do want to see how close you can get." He smiles and dives back in to continue the blowjob, and he cherishes the noises he's drawing from Seunghyun's throat. He watches how Seunghyun lifts his head to stare at Jiyong then suddenly drops it back onto the pillow, and how his fists clench and unclench, arms shifting like he wants to grab Jiyong's hair but stopping at the last minute. When Jiyong takes his cock deep and swallows around it, Seunghyun practically sobs, and he bucks his hips, pushing his cock even further and briefly punching the air out of Jiyong.
Breathless or not, Jiyong doesn't stop. He quickens his pace, reacting to Seunghyun's body language. He's desperate for release, and he's close, but Jiyong can bring him even closer.
"Jiyong, please," Seunghyun whines. "I want to be inside you, but if—" His sentence goes unfinished as he devolves into gasps, and despite his words, he arches his back and pushes himself deeper into Jiyong's throat.
Even though he's trying to hold off, Jiyong's nearly torturing him, and it's clear how badly he wants to come. But Jiyong knows how he sounds when he's seconds away from his orgasm, and he's not quite there yet, so Jiyong keeps going. He doesn't want to stop until Seunghyun thinks he can't hold back, until he's just about to come down Jiyong's throat. Then Jiyong will stop, and it'll be even sweeter once Seunghyun's finally inside him—and maybe he'll fuck him extra hard as retribution.
So Jiyong blows him even faster until Seunghyun is mindlessly clutching the bedsheets so tightly he almost untucks them from the corner. His moans grow in both frequency and volume, and the sound spurs Jiyong on; he nearly forgets to breathe as he bobs his head like his life depends on bring Seunghyun to the edge. Distantly, he feels his own cock throb, but he can't bring himself to care anymore. He doesn't need to touch himself when the way Seunghyun tastes and sounds is bringing him this much pleasure. He slows his pace just enough to pointedly take Seunghyun's cock as deep as possible, so deep the tip of his nose gets smushed against Seunghyun's barely-visible happy trail.
"Jiyong!" Seunghyun cries, and there's the higher pitch, the strained timbre that gives away how close he is to coming. When Jiyong feels Seunghyun's cock twitch in his mouth, he pulls away so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash, and Seunghyun lets out a dry sob. He lifts his head to look at Jiyong, who only smiles and wipes his mouth before crawling forward until his face is right above Seunghyun's.
Caressing Seunghyun's face does nothing to calm his erratic breathing, but Jiyong does it anyway. His breathing does even out a little when Jiyong kisses him tenderly, and he just barely manages to kiss back. The low whine he lets out is muffled between their lips, but it makes Jiyong smile anyway.
"Do you still want to fuck me?" Jiyong asks after pulling away, hand still on Seunghyun's cheek, observing his flushed cheeks and knitted brow.
"I've wanted to for the past hour." The desperation in his tone makes Jiyong smile even wider. "Please."
"I don't think it's been an hour," Jiyong says, then sits back and pulls off his shirt with no further preamble. "But it's been long enough, hasn't it?" He throws his shirt to the ground and pulls off his socks, which soon hit the floor as well. Now, he's fully naked in front of Seunghyun, who stares at his body with an intensity that makes Jiyong shudder.
Jiyong makes his way to the edge of the bed and stands, laughing softly when Seunghyun sits up as if he wants to follow. "I'm just getting lube," Jiyong explains as he walks over to his bag and unzips it. He knows exactly where the bottle is, but he kneels and takes his time moving his things to uncover what he's looking for. He could've grabbed it in four seconds flat, but he needs to stall again, at least a little. Seunghyun was dangerously close to coming; he won't last long at all if Jiyong doesn't give him another chance to calm down.
By the time Jiyong has rummaged through his bag, retrieved the lube, and turned back around, Seunghyun's sitting up and has not only separated his hoodie from his shirt but also folded and placed them near the edge of the bed. There's an upturn at the corners of Jiyong's lips when he sees how neat Seunghyun is being, but once he returns to the bed, he sits atop Seunghyun's lap and shoves his clothes right onto the floor.
Shocked, Seunghyun scoffs. "I just folded those," he protests, despite sounding ultimately unbothered. He also sounds significantly more collected, but his persistent erection and the lingering color on his face tells Jiyong his arousal hasn't faded at all.
"I don't care." Jiyong wants the full expanse of the bed completely clear for what they're about to do, save for the lube he places next to his legs. He pulls Seunghyun in for a kiss before climbing off his lap, and he's about to roll onto his back to prepare himself when Seunghyun grabs his wrist. Jiyong looks up and sees his deadpan expression, head tilted downward just enough that the bedside lamp casts a shadow that makes him look even more intense. His eyes bore into Jiyong's and he looks quite serious, but it's so sudden that Jiyong nearly laughs.
"Don't try anything else," he warns, but then his expression softens along with his voice and he releases Jiyong's wrist. "Please. I don't think I can wait any longer to fuck you."
Jiyong knows Seunghyun isn't exaggerating, but wouldn't it be fun to play with him a little more? To blow him a third time and stop at the last second, then wrap a hand around his cock and jerk him off until he's begging to come? Or Jiyong could flip the script and make Seunghyun suck him off. He could say Seunghyun doesn't get to bury his cock in Jiyong's ass until he meets all Jiyong's demands, and he could pretend he still isn't satisfied until Seunghyun cries from how much he wants it.
It would be so much fun—any time except tonight. He enjoyed teasing him for a while, but he really needs Seunghyun to fuck him, too. "Don't worry," Jiyong says, and he kisses Seunghyun's cheek before lying on his back and spreading his legs. "I can't wait any longer, either."
Finally, he uncaps the lube and gets his fingers nice and slick. He ignores the initial burn and presses a finger past his rim, shoving it inside as deep as he can. It's only once his finger's all the way inside that Jiyong hisses. He's moving a little too quickly, but that's how he wants it. The faster he gets this over with, the faster Seunghyun can fuck him.
As he waits a second for the pang to subside, Seunghyun takes his free hand and kisses his knuckles. Jiyong closes his eyes and finally thrusts his finger in and out, curling it a few times and sighing once he feels nothing but pleasure. With the added comfort of Seunghyun's thumb caressing the back of his hand, it's not long before he's able to slide in a second finger. He spreads his legs even wider, feet planted on the bed to create an optimal angle.
It feels good, and his excitement builds when he thinks about how much better he'll feel in a few minutes. Precum drips onto his stomach as he fingers himself faster and produces little noises that aren't quite moans, but come awfully close. He inadvertently shifts his upper body closer to Seunghyun, who releases his hand to instead run his fingers through Jiyong's hair. Jiyong's breaths grow shaky and his back lifts off the bed almost imperceptibly when he curls his fingers inside himself again.
Seunghyun pulls his hand away from Jiyong's hair, and his fingertips glide across his collarbones to his shoulder, then over his bicep and down his forearm, stopping near the wrist of his idle hand. Jiyong shudders beneath Seunghyun's touch, so gentle it almost tickles. It makes his hair stand on end as he spreads his fingers inside himself, and he bites his lip when Seunghyun's hand moves from his wrist to his thigh. His fingers dance over the surface of Jiyong's skin, close but not quite touching his groin.
Jiyong's body aches for Seunghyun's fingers to inch closer until they wrap around his cock, but in his mind, that's not what he wants. He wants Seunghyun so deep inside him that he forgets about every other feeling, so he focuses on fingering himself so they can get there faster. Soon, he's able to slip a third finger all the way in with minimal discomfort, so he immediately pulls his hand away, opens his eyes, and wipes his fingers on the bedsheets. "I'm ready," he says, starting to sit up, but Seunghyun plants a firm hand on his chest to hold him in place.
"Already? Are you sure?" he asks. Jiyong opens his mouth to reply, but all that comes out is a gasp when Seunghyun slips two fingers into his hole and makes a few scissoring motions. Even without any extra lube, his fingers fill Jiyong up with no real resistance—but they're thicker than Jiyong's and the feeling of Seunghyun technically inside him makes his back arch again. He watches Seunghyun smile as he pulls his fingers away, and Jiyong relaxes against the bed for a split second before sitting up and getting on his knees.
"I told you I was ready," Jiyong says, positioning himself on Seunghyun's lap. Their cocks brush against each other as Jiyong pours lube into his palm, then strokes Seunghyun a few times until he's wet enough to slide into Jiyong without issue. Then, he lifts himself up and shuffles forward until Seunghyun's cock is behind him. He rubs his ass against it, smearing lube on his cheeks while he stares into Seunghyun's dark eyes. "You're not going to come the second you're inside me, right?"
Softly, Seunghyun laughs, then kisses Jiyong's cheek. "I'm not," he replies before kissing Jiyong on the lips, quick and chaste.
"Good." With that, Jiyong raises his hips again and grabs Seunghyun's cock to align it with his hole. Seunghyun clutches Jiyong's hips in anticipation, helping guide him while digging his fingers into the soft flesh, and finally, Jiyong sinks down onto his cock. He takes it all in one go, and once his ass is resting atop Seunghyun's thighs, the two of them sigh in perfect sync. Jiyong wraps his arms around Seunghyun's upper back and drops his head onto his shoulder, rocking his hips a few times and moaning quietly at the feeling of Seunghyun filling him up.
Seunghyun's grip tightens on Jiyong's hips. "God," he whispers, and although it's a bit difficult given their position, he rolls his hips in time with Jiyong's grinding. The bed creaks a little beneath their weight and movements, and Jiyong bites his lip. He rocks against Seunghyun a few more times, soft and smooth, before slowing to a stop and taking a moment to indulge in the sensation of Seunghyun's cock inside him. Heavily, he breathes through his nose and hears each exhale as it hits the top of Seunghyun's shoulder blade. It's incredible, how deep Seunghyun's cock is inside of him—then suddenly it's not enough, and Jiyong's ready to move things along. He lifts his head and moves his hands so he's holding onto Seunghyun's shoulders.
"I'll need you on top after a while," Jiyong informs Seunghyun as he begins to ride him, slowly at first. The rest of his sentence is delayed when he presses his lips together and his eyes flutter shut. His rhythm is unhurried, neglecting speed in favor of deliberate movements up and down Seunghyun's cock, making sure every inch is enveloped by his hole. The slow pace amplifies every feeling, and it takes a moment for Jiyong to find his words again. Once he does, he forces his eyes open and speaks again.
"I'd rather come beneath you," he continues to explain, "but I wanted to see you under me first." Then, he caresses Seunghyun's cheek, leans in, and kisses him as tender as he can while keeping the motions of his hips steady. One of Seunghyun's hands moves farther up Jiyong's waist, and the other wraps around his cock, but Jiyong breaks the kiss and swats it away. "Not yet."
With a laugh, Seunghyun apologizes, then opts to intertwine their fingers instead. Drawing their hands close to his chest, he presses a kiss against Jiyong's knuckles. In turn, Jiyong smiles, gripping Seunghyun's shoulder a little tighter. He closes his eyes again and focuses on keeping an even pace. Seunghyun feels so amazing that Jiyong already finds himself wanting to ride him until one of them cries, but he wants the night to last. So he switches up his movements to be more shallow, rocking back and rubbing his ass against Seunghyun's thighs every time he sinks down.
One of Seunghyun's hands slides from Jiyong's waist to his ass, squeezing the soft flesh. "You feel so good, Jiyong," he murmurs. Jiyong brings Seunghyun's other hand down and presses it against the neglected side of his ass, and Seunghyun takes the hint, fondling both cheeks. When he spreads them a little and thrusts upwards, Jiyong gasps, arm curling around Seunghyun's back to pull him closer. Seunghyun thrusts a second time, and Jiyong's back arches when the head of Seunghyun's cock brushes against his prostate. The curve of his upper body pushes his chest an inch away from Seunghyun's face, so Seunghyun leans forward and swirls his tongue around Jiyong's nipple. Simultaneously, he continues his thrusts, repeatedly slamming against Jiyong's prostate.
"Ah! Shit," Jiyong cries, and the added stimulation spurs him on. He reaches down and pins Seunghyun's hips to the bed, then throws out a command—"Don't move"—before returning his hands to Seunghyun's shoulders. If they're speeding things up this soon, Jiyong still wants to take the lead. Finally, he starts to ride Seunghyun faster, ass smacking loudly against his thighs with each bounce.
Jiyong isn't sure if it's his palms or Seunghyun's shoulders that have grown sweaty, but he can feel the faint moisture beneath his fingers—and suddenly he can feel everything, from the bedsheets rubbing against his shins to Seunghyun's breath occasionally tickling his chest. A quiet 'fuck' falls from Jiyong's lips each time he takes Seunghyun in especially deep, and he throws his head back, only for him to bite his lip and fall forward to press his forehead against Seunghyun's a few seconds later.
Seunghyun's hands are still gripping Jiyong's ass, and the feeling of fingernails pressing divots into his warm skin excites Jiyong even further. He lifts his head, and when he finds that Seunghyun's eyes are closed, Jiyong scans the rest of his face. He fixates on the crease of Seunghyun's forehead, then the scar near his eyebrow, then the curve of his lips when they part and a swear escapes them. He looks and feels like heaven beneath Jiyong, who doesn't know where to look. His eyes flit across every visible part of Seunghyun until he opens his eyes, too, and they meet in the middle.
Without breaking eye contact, Jiyong slides a hand down and braces it against Seunghyun's chest, smiling at his audible reaction when one of Jiyong's nails brushes against his nipple. "Guess I'll give you credit," Jiyong says, words broken up by the way he's rapidly breathing through his mouth. His hold tightens around Seunghyun's shoulder and chest, and he bounces on his cock even faster. Seunghyun's resulting grunt gets drowned out by the rest of Jiyong's sentence. "You said you wouldn't come right away, and you haven't yet."
"I don't think I have a second round in me, so I'm doing my best to make this one last." Seunghyun presses his forehead against Jiyong's chest, warm and damp. From there, Jiyong can hardly see his face, but he sees the way his cheekbones rise, so he knows Seunghyun is smiling even before he turns his head so Jiyong can see it. "But you're not making it easy, you know that? Fuck, this—" Sharply, he exhales and clenches his eyes shut before opening them again and continuing. "It feels amazing." Desire renders his voice unsteady, and it bolsters Jiyong's already-high confidence.
"Yeah?" asks Jiyong, taking Seunghyun's jaw within his hands and tilting his head upward. They lock eyes intensely, and Jiyong lowers his voice when he asks, "You like it when I ride you like this?"
"I do," Seunghyun replies, almost breathless as he reaches up to cradle the back of Jiyong's neck. He moves his thumb and caresses Jiyong's earlobe, then the skin beneath it. For the second time, his other hand moves toward Jiyong's cock, so Jiyong grabs his wrist. With a warning glare, Jiyong starts to maneuver Seunghyun's hand back to his ass, but he changes course at the last second, placing it beneath his thigh instead.
"What about this?" Jiyong pauses his movements just long enough to reposition his legs. He lifts himself onto his heels and leans back, planting his hands on the bed behind him to maintain his balance. From there, he resumes his movements, Seunghyun's hand on the underside of his thigh supporting him as he reaches his rapid pace once again. "Do you like it when I ride you like this?"
It's a more demanding position compared to being seated in Seunghyun's lap, but it's worth it, and Jiyong bites back a shrill moan as Seunghyun's cock presses against his prostate even harder. He wills himself not to make any noise besides his heavy breathing, desperate to hear Seunghyun's answer.
"Yes," Seunghyun says, grip firm under Jiyong's thigh as he presses his other hand against the mattress to support his own weight. "Fuck, Jiyong, I love it."
Jiyong finally releases one of the moans he's been holding in, and he throws his head back. Their new angle gives Seunghyun leverage to thrust in sync with Jiyong's movements, and his cock rams so deep that Jiyong's arms nearly slip from beneath him and he cries out. "Oh— fuck—"
He's still on top, but Jiyong is rapidly losing his ability to stay in control. "Seung—" Every word, every sentence goes unfinished, each attempt to speak being cut off by another gasp, another whine. He's still moving his hips, but his efforts pale in comparison to Seunghyun's, so Jiyong shifts his focus onto holding himself up with his trembling limbs. "Hyung!" he cries, giving up on trying to say anything that isn't monosyllabic.
Seunghyun only says Jiyong's name in response to his drivel, but his voice is so low, so erotic that it sparks within Jiyong the motivation to match his thrusts again. He powers through his growing physical exhaustion to keep up with Seunghyun's pace, lifting and slamming himself down on Seunghyun's cock until he's certain his ass is red from the repeated contact. It feels so fucking good that Jiyong wonders how he went so long without it, and when he thinks of how glad he is to finally experience this again, it adds to his pleasure and gets him moaning obscenely loud.
He's far from quiet, but he's just quiet enough to still hear every noise Seunghyun makes, although they come to a forced halt as Seunghyun speaks. "Fuck," he says, and Jiyong lifts his head to see Seunghyun entranced by the sight of his cock smacking against his stomach with each thrust, smearing precum onto the sparse hair of his happy trail. A second later, Seunghyun looks up at him, pleading. "Can I touch you now?"
"No," says Jiyong, as firmly as he can through his own gasps. If Seunghyun touches him now, he'll come, and it's too early. Riding Seunghyun like this, Jiyong can stave off his own orgasm, but the second Seunghyun's hands are on his cock, Jiyong knows he'll surrender. So as good as it would undoubtedly feel, Jiyong refuses to let Seunghyun touch him there.
The brief interaction brings Jiyong back to his other senses, and he's once again aware of how tired his thighs and calves have grown. His arms are still shaking, too, although that's from pleasure as much as it is exertion. Seunghyun's thrusts continue, but Jiyong's movements slow to a near stop, which somewhat diminishes his ecstasy. When he fails at shifting the bulk of his weight onto his arms in an attempt to lessen the burden on his legs and hips, he whines. Unlike prior noises, this one is filled with disappointment and, noticing the difference, Seunghyun also reaches a pause in his movements.
"Fuck," Jiyong swears, briefly balancing on one arm to wipe the sweat that has accumulated on his forehead. "If I knew we'd be fucking tonight, I would've stretched earlier." He frowns, lamenting their unwanted intermission as his chest rises and falls with each labored breath.
Seunghyun smiles, breathing just as hard as Jiyong. The thin layer of sweat covering his upper body glistens in the warm lighting, and it's terribly attractive. "Switch?" he offers, and Jiyong nods.
"Yeah." He lifts himself up and groans when Seunghyun's cock slips out of his hole, but wastes no time positioning himself on his back. He wanted to ride Seunghyun a while longer, but he did want Seunghyun on top of him at some point, and now is the perfect time. He adjusts the pillow beneath his head as Seunghyun gets into position above him. The sight builds Jiyong's excitement, but instead of properly taking action, Seunghyun just lowers himself down until he's fully lying on top of Jiyong.
Thinking it's just a momentary pause, Jiyong shoves his own arms through and beneath Seunghyun's to grab onto his back, fingertips resting against his shoulders. Seunghyun's lingering cologne mixes with his sweat, and Jiyong breathes in the alluring scent. When they lie like that for a little too long, though, Jiyong smacks Seunghyun's back, urging him to get things moving again. "Come on, hyung."
Seunghyun is still resting his entire body weight on Jiyong, but it's not uncomfortable yet. "I need a minute, too." His voice is muffled by the pillow his face is buried in, but admittedly, he does sound tired. Still, Jiyong wants—needs—this show back on the road. If a minute is what Seunghyun needs, a minute is what he'll get.
"One," Jiyong counts, "two, three—"
"Oh my god." Seunghyun laughs and lifts his head. "Are you really only giving me sixty seconds?"
In mock contemplation, Jiyong juts out his bottom lip and studies a random spot on the ceiling. Then, he smiles and nods at Seunghyun. "If it gets you to fuck me faster, then yes. I'm still counting in my head, by the way. Seventeen, eighteen…"
Laughing again, Seunghyun pulls himself up onto his forearms, and heat pools in Jiyong's stomach when they lock eyes. "What happens if you reach sixty, and I still don't move?"
Well. Jiyong presumes he'd be mad, but when Seunghyun is looking at him like that, it's hard to find it within himself to be annoyed. "I guess I'd just ride you again."
"That's a pretty enticing punishment," Seunghyun says, then kisses Jiyong's cheek. "But I do like seeing you under me, so I guess I'll honor this one-minute rule."
Jiyong lost count, but he makes up a number. "You still have fifteen seconds left."
"Don't worry," Seunghyun says, keeping his eyes on Jiyong as he reaches down to realign his cock with Jiyong's hole. "I won't need them."
Eyes closing, Jiyong moans when Seunghyun pushes back inside and holds his position upon bottoming out. Jiyong moves his hands to wrap his fingers around toned biceps, then locks his ankles above Seunghyun's ass and tries to pull him even closer. His cock is as deep as it'll go, but Seunghyun leans forward and rests his forehead next to Jiyong on the pillow, and the new proximity is satisfactory. From there, Seunghyun starts to move, and it's agonizingly slow compared to how fast they'd gotten when Jiyong was on top. Still, Seunghyun feels amazing inside him, so Jiyong doesn't mind if they work their way back up to their earlier pace as long as it gets more intense soon enough.
Every few thrusts, Seunghyun utters these low, blissful sounds that send heat waves throughout Jiyong's body. This new position is more romantic, and without the quick movements and extra noise, Jiyong can better appreciate the sounds he does hear. His hands wander across Seunghyun's back, and he kisses the parts of Seunghyun's face that he can reach. Jiyong smiles each time his touches draw another sound from Seunghyun's throat.
It hasn't been long since Seunghyun sank into him, but he hasn't picked up the pace, and Jiyong's growing needy. Making slow love like this is nice, but it's not what he's looking for right now. His own precum is dripping beneath his navel, and he's still too attuned with all of his senses; too aware of his own untouched erection. He'd rather be focusing on how Seunghyun's cock feels—not his own—but it's hard to do that when Seunghyun is torturing him with such slow thrusts instead of rough, hypnotizing ones that make Jiyong trip over his words.
Finally, Jiyong huffs. "Do I have to tell you to go faster?" he asks, releasing one of Seunghyun's arms to coax his head upward so they can look at each other. Seunghyun is smiling, and his hair is tousled, so Jiyong brushes it into a semblance of tidiness before letting his fingers linger among the dark strands.
"Weren't you counting earlier?" Seunghyun presses deep into Jiyong and grinds his hips while speaking. "How long has it been? Probably not long enough for me to speed up."
Jiyong narrows his eyes and grips Seunghyun's hair a little tighter. "I guess I do have to tell you." Careful not to rip out any hair, he pulls Seunghyun closer and nearly growls his next words. "Go faster."
Seunghyun doesn't comply. "So impatient," he chides. "After all your teasing earlier, don't I get to have a little fun now?" When he leans in to kiss Jiyong's cheek, Jiyong releases his hair and dodges.
"You'll have a lot of fun when you actually fuck me."
Even as Seunghyun utters words that make Jiyong want to shove him, Seunghyun's smile—however smug—is beautiful. "I am fucking you."
Jiyong looks to the sky and lets out the most dramatic sigh he can manage. "God," he groans, then returns his gaze to Seunghyun. "Where's the Seunghyun who wrote Desperado?"
"I thought you might've wanted this to be a little romantic," Seunghyun replies, and he stops rocking his hips to start slowly pulling back until all Jiyong can feel is the tip of his cock.
"I've always—" Jiyong cuts himself off with a whine when Seunghyun rams his cock back inside. Although he doesn't move any further, Jiyong's a little breathless when he continues speaking. "I've always found it romantic when you fuck me until I can't walk."
Seunghyun laughs at that, and Jiyong could kill him, but the violent urges fade as he watches Seunghyun reposition himself. He moves to rest on his shins, and both of his arms are now free. Jiyong's cock twitches as he anticipates what Seunghyun might do with his hands in this new position. "You wanna be born again with the moon man that bad, huh?"
Despite himself, Jiyong snorts, lips curling upward. "You're ridiculous," he says, horribly endeared, but his smile soon turns into a gasp when Seunghyun grabs the undersides of Jiyong's thighs, pushes them forward, and finally starts pounding into him as fast as Jiyong wanted. He gasps even louder as his ass lifts off the mattress, and the air he inhales comes right back out as a moan. The new vigor in Seunghyun's movements is perfect; the way he forcibly clears Jiyong's mind is exactly what he was looking for. He buries the back of his head deeper into the pillow and shuts his eyes, blocking out every sight so the only thing he can possibly think about is—
"Seunghyun," he moans, flushing at the desperation he hears in his own voice. "Fuck, just like that!"
"Yeah?" Seunghyun replies, suddenly sounding so frenzied that Jiyong has to lift his head and open his eyes just to see that desire reflected on Seunghyun's face. "Is this how you wanted me to fuck you?"
"Yes," Jiyong cries, drawing his thighs even closer to his chest so Seunghyun's cock can fill him up as much as possible. He's straining his leg muscles so much that he's at risk of developing a cramp, but he doesn't care. All he cares about is how amazing Seunghyun feels inside him. The sensation of Seunghyun's cock ramming against his prostate makes Jiyong whimper, and it's the perfect reminder as to why he loves it so much when Seunghyun fucks him so hard he can't breathe.
When Seunghyun takes one of Jiyong's hands and wraps it around his thigh to keep it in place, Jiyong does the same with his other hand, holding his knees against his chest while Seunghyun easily finds a new use for his own hands. One palm splays out near Jiyong's shoulder to support his weight while his other hand caresses Jiyong's cheek, affectionate but firm. His thumb brushes against Jiyong's bottom lip, and Jiyong willingly opens his mouth, tilting his head down so he can take Seunghyun's thumb inside and suck on it. He closes his eyes again, and with his lips pursed around Seunghyun's thumb, the euphoric noises pouring from his throat are muted but just as frequent.
Their current angle is perfect, but Jiyong can't hold onto his legs any longer. He needs to touch Seunghyun. He needs to feel him everywhere, on the surface and within, against his chest and beneath his palms, in his mouth and around his waist. So Jiyong opens his eyes and releases his thighs, wrapping them around Seunghyun's hips instead. He clutches desperately at Seunghyun's chest, although the force of his thrusts keeps Jiyong's hands from staying in a steady position. Still, Jiyong squeezes his pecs as firmly as he can, then slides his hands to Seunghyun's shoulders. From there, Jiyong pulls him closer until Seunghyun has to rest on one forearm for balance, his other hand still against Jiyong's face.
Jiyong tilts his head back until Seunghyun's thumb slides out of his mouth with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva connecting thumb to lips before breaking off. Before Seunghyun can retract his hand, Jiyong maneuvers it so his index and middle fingers press against his lips. Then, Jiyong takes them into his mouth, getting them as slick as possible with his own spit. He's denied himself long enough; he needs to feel Seunghyun's warm hand around his cock, and the least he can do is help make Seunghyun's strokes easier.
Once Seunghyun's fingers are amply wet, Jiyong releases them from his mouth. "Touch me," he begs, voice utterly devoid of his earlier bossiness as he guides Seunghyun's hand towards his dick. "Please, hyung."
As soon as Seunghyun's fingers finally brush against Jiyong's length, there's resistance; Jiyong tries to tug his hand even further, but Seunghyun's arm doesn't budge. Jiyong tries to say 'what' or 'why' or something, but all he manages is a pitiful "Whuh—" that ends with a whine as Seunghyun increases the power of his thrusts.
"Please," Jiyong repeats, finding himself on the verge of tears. He's so hard, there's so much precum leaking from his tip, and now that he can't wait for it any longer, Seunghyun's holding off on touching him? Maybe he learned his lesson from Jiyong's earlier refusals at the worst possible time, so Jiyong doubles down on the explicit permission. "You can touch me now, I—"
He throws his head back against the pillow, almost dizzy as Seunghyun yanks his hand from Jiyong's grasp, fingers digging into his hip to drag Jiyong further onto his cock. "Ah," Jiyong cries, gasping to catch his breath before resuming his pleas. "Seunghyun, please!" He lifts his head to meet Seunghyun's eyes, and he prays that when Seunghyun sees the desperation in them, he'll give in. "Fuck, I— I need it so bad," he sobs. "Please touch me."
"Why should I?" Seunghyun asks. "You wouldn't let me earlier, so why should I do it now?" he says, slowing his thrusts so he can pound into Jiyong deliberately harder with each one. It takes Jiyong's breath away, and he can hardly speak, but he has to say something; anything to convince Seunghyun to touch him. To ground himself, Jiyong grips Seunghyun's biceps, fingernails digging into skin so harshly that one of his press-ons pops off and gets lost in the bedsheets.
"Because…"
Then Jiyong trails off, because what can he say? He's made it embarrassingly clear how badly he needs it, and if that doesn't break Seunghyun's resolve, what will? With a whine, Jiyong decides he'll be the one to give up. Wordlessly, he tears his right hand away from Seunghyun's bicep and wraps it around his own cock. He starts to stroke himself in time with each snap of Seunghyun's hips, and he closes his eyes to focus on all the sensations, relieved moans falling from his wet lips.
Just as Jiyong starts to lose himself in the additional pleasure, Seunghyun grabs his wrist, prying his hand away from his cock and pinning it to the bed. Although Jiyong's resulting noise is heavy with devastation, the way Seunghyun continues to penetrate him makes it hard for Jiyong to produce any sound that isn't laced with at least a little ecstasy.
"I want to be the one that makes you come," Seunghyun says, voice stern even through his labored breaths. The sound is so erotic that Jiyong has half a mind to try touching himself again just to hear Seunghyun reprimand him further. He doesn't, though, because this might be his opening.
"Then touch me," Jiyong urges again. He slides his free hand onto Seunghyun's shoulder, then glances at his other hand, silently asking for it to be released. When Seunghyun gets the message and lets go of his wrist, Jiyong's hand flies to his other shoulder. "I— ah— I want you to make me come, too. I'm close, so—" In hopes of persuading him, Jiyong clenches around Seunghyun's cock, heart fluttering at the groan it elicits. "Please, Seunghyun, touch me."
"You're already close?" Seunghyun asks, humming when Jiyong rapidly nods. "If you're this close without me touching you, maybe I don't need to. Do you think you can come from just my cock, Jiyong?"
As much as he wants to be touched, Jiyong finds himself inching even closer to the edge due to Seunghyun's words alone. "I…" he murmurs, the word barely identifiable amidst his gasps and whimpers. It's been ages, but he has come untouched before, and it's been with Seunghyun every time. He's almost embarrassed; despite his insistence that he needed Seunghyun to touch him, each thrust brings him closer to his climax.
When Jiyong doesn't say anything else, Seunghyun speaks up again. "Do you want me to make you come like that?"
Jiyong's nodding his head 'yes' before he even realizes he's doing it, and once he does, he stands his ground. "I do," he sobs. "Please, I need to come— need you to make me come." It's a challenge for him to not close his eyes and let himself be overtaken by bliss, but that challenge is made easier by the handsome face and dark eyes that stare down at Jiyong between each blink.
Seunghyun's thrusts gain more speed, drawing whines out of Jiyong that are only interrupted by pleading. "Fuck, hyung, make me— fuck— make me come, make me come, please, please—"
Each request that falls from his lips is hurried, and he repeats them until he hardly processes what he's saying anymore, until it's literary nonsense—but Seunghyun understands. Save for heavy breathing and deep grunts, Seunghyun is silent as he fucks Jiyong harder and faster. Jiyong isn't sure when his spoken pleas turn into wordless noises, but it's probably somewhere around the point when Seunghyun reaches his top speed. All Jiyong can do is gasp and cry out like he wants everyone in LA to hear how amazing Seunghyun is making him feel.
"Hyung," says Jiyong once he manages to find his voice, which trembles as much as his limbs. "Oh, I'm so— so close— kiss me," he begs. His gentle but frantic hands find Seunghyun's face to pull him in, and Seunghyun closes the distance, pressing his lips against Jiyong's. Eyes finally closing, Jiyong sucks on Seunghyun's bottom lip until Seunghyun molds their tongues together.
Jiyong moans into Seunghyun's mouth, and when another deep thrust hits him impossibly deep, he gasps, breaking the kiss. His back arches as he wraps his arms tight around Seunghyun's upper back, pulling him down so their bodies are almost uncomfortably close. With Seunghyun's next thrust, Jiyong sobs into his shoulder and comes, warm fluid coating his stomach and chest. Keeping the same pace, Seunghyun fucks him through it, each thrust forcing another spurt of cum out of Jiyong's cock until there's nothing left.
Still holding onto Seunghyun with shaky arms, Jiyong's breathing so hard in the aftermath of his orgasm that he can't focus on anything besides the overwhelming pleasure. It's only once Seunghyun's movements begin to slow down that Jiyong snaps back to reality, and although his legs are still trembling, Jiyong wraps them around Seunghyun as tightly as he can. Seunghyun hasn't come yet, but it seems like he's about to stop before he can do it inside, and Jiyong isn't having that. So even though his head's still spinning from the force of his orgasm, Jiyong uses his weak legs to pull Seunghyun closer and deeper inside, and he wills himself to speak from his tired throat.
"Keep going," he says, and though the words are mostly air, they manage to maintain a little firmness. It's a little difficult from their position, but Jiyong rocks his hips forward to grind on Seunghyun's cock as best he can, prompting Seunghyun to continue with both words and actions. He needs to make his own desire so clear that Seunghyun doesn't dare be considerate, doesn't dare pull out before Jiyong can reach the point of overstimulation. Jiyong wants that feeling; even though he's already come and can feel exhaustion creeping up on him, he wants Seunghyun to feel just as good as him—and he wants to be the one to make Seunghyun feel that good.
They lock eyes for one intense moment before Seunghyun resumes his brutal thrusts without a word. Jiyong's a little too spent to be as vocal as he was before coming, but Seunghyun still feels so good inside of him that he can't help but whine softly. He keeps his eyes open, studying Seunghyun's perfect face as he fucks him. Jiyong watches each twitch of his eyebrow, each clench of his jaw, and each flicker of his eyes across Jiyong's body until they make their way back to Jiyong's face.
"So pretty," Seunghyun whispers, and it's so sudden and such a contrast to the way he's pounding Jiyong's ass that it makes Jiyong's face heat up. "So fucking gorgeous beneath me, Jiyong. Fuck," he says, head dropping onto Jiyong's shoulder. If he hadn't just come, hearing those words from Seunghyun's voice would get Jiyong hard, and he wonders if that was the goal.
Seunghyun mutters something else, but it's so quiet and breathy that Jiyong doesn't catch it—but he does catch on to the way Seunghyun's thrusts grow unsteady, so he asks, "Are you close?"
Seunghyun nods against Jiyong's skin. "Gonna let me come inside you?" he asks, and in response, Jiyong squeezes his legs tighter around Seunghyun.
"You're not allowed to come anywhere else."
Seunghyun makes a noise that's somewhere between a laugh and a grunt. His hand reaches down to grip Jiyong's thigh, and when Jiyong clenches around his cock, Seunghyun's breath hitches. It only takes a few more thrusts until Seunghyun curses, buries his cock as deep as he can, and comes inside Jiyong with their bodies pressed close together. Impossibly satisfied, Jiyong closes his eyes as he feels Seunghyun fill him up. He holds his breath so he can better hear each noise Seunghyun emits, and he keeps his arms wrapped around Seunghyun to feel every shudder and each goosebump that forms atop his damp skin.
Once Seunghyun's orgasm reaches its end, he lies on top of Jiyong, who releases all of his breath at once. "So good," Jiyong murmurs, enveloped by warmth and bliss. Now that Seunghyun is hardly holding himself up anymore, the additional weight on top of Jiyong feels like a comforting, breathing blanket. Moving his arm to lazily run his fingers through Seunghyun's hair, Jiyong repeats himself. "So good."
"Mm," Seunghyun responds, unmoving apart from his deep, quick breathing. Jiyong smiles; he doesn't want to move, either. His own breathing has slowed, and now that the climax is behind them, he's face-to-face with tiredness. He feels Seunghyun turn his head just enough to place a kiss against Jiyong's neck, and it makes his smile widen.
They lie that way for a while, with Seunghyun periodically kissing whatever skin he can reach while Jiyong plays with his hair. But Jiyong feels the discomfort creeping up on him—Seunghyun's softening inside him, and the cum on his chest is growing dry and sticky—and he's sure Seunghyun's starting to get uncomfortable, too. So he takes initiative and grabs Seunghyun's hips, lifting them up a little. "We should get cleaned up."
With a nod, Seunghyun props himself up, then reaches down to hold the base of his cock as he slips out. Jiyong feels cum trickle out of his hole, which clenches around nothing in the absence of Seunghyun's cock. In slight discomfort, he squirms a little, and Seunghyun gives his thigh a light squeeze before kissing his cheek. Satisfied by the gentle contact, Jiyong closes his eyes again.
"Stay here," says Seunghyun, so Jiyong nods and keeps his eyes closed. The bed creaks with the removal of Seunghyun's weight, and seconds later, Jiyong hears the faucet turn on. It's not long before Seunghyun returns to the bed and presses a warm washcloth against Jiyong's stomach, wiping away his cum. Jiyong would love to help, but he doesn't have it in him. He's too worn-out, which Seunghyun seems to notice. "You okay?" he asks, and although his eyes remain closed, Jiyong nods.
He opens his mouth to respond, but it turns into a grimace when Seunghyun swipes the towel over the sensitive head of Jiyong's cock. Once the washcloth moves to Jiyong's inner thighs, he takes another stab at speaking. "Just tired," he says, then smiles a little. "Thank you."
"For what?"
Seunghyun's hands nudge Jiyong's hip and lower back, so Jiyong rolls over, folding his arms beneath himself to rest his cheek against them before continuing. "I asked you to fuck me until I couldn't walk, right? I can hardly open my eyes right now, so walking is definitely off the table. Thanks."
Low and attractive, Seunghyun chuckles. "Happy I could help." He leans down to kiss Jiyong's shoulder blade, then uses a hand to spread one of Jiyong's ass cheeks, but before he goes any further, he starts laughing.
Although he has no clue what has Seunghyun so amused, Jiyong's ready to be offended. "What?" he asks, cautious, and Seunghyun only laughs harder. Two of his fingers lightly pinch around the skin of Jiyong's ass and pull something off.
"Look," Seunghyun says, so Jiyong finally opens his eyes and looks over his shoulder to see Seunghyun holding up a familiar press-on nail. Jiyong glances at his own fingers; sure enough, the nail on his left ring finger is bare. His apprehension fades, and he laughs with Seunghyun, who reaches over to place the lone nail on the nightstand.
"I didn't even notice it came off," Jiyong says, smiling as he lets his cheek fall against his forearms again.
"Me either." Seunghyun's hand returns to Jiyong's ass, and he presses a finger inside Jiyong's hole, curling it. Already growing tender, Jiyong bites his lip, but Seunghyun offers a nice distraction from the feeling by continuing the conversation. "Are you missing any others?"
Jiyong wiggles his fingers, looking at them to verify that his remaining press-ons are accounted for. "Just that one." He inhales a little sharper as Seunghyun retracts his finger, scooping the remaining cum from Jiyong's ass. He wipes away the last of the residue, then the damp cloth is gone, and all Jiyong feels is the sheets beneath his skin.
Faintly, he hears Seunghyun in the bathroom again, and Jiyong uses his waning strength to properly swaddle himself within the bedsheets. Travel, tears, and sex are catching up to him, and he can tell he's minutes—maybe seconds—away from falling asleep. He staves it off long enough to invitingly pat the mattress when Seunghyun walks back over, and once Seunghyun climbs in bed next to him, Jiyong pulls the sheets over him.
He's curled up next to Seunghyun in a nanosecond, with a hand against his chest and a leg wedged between Seunghyun's. Warm, secure arms wrap around Jiyong's body, and though Seunghyun's embrace isn't particularly tight, Jiyong's so weak that it feels as if he's being held in place. He likes that.
"Glad you came over," Jiyong mutters, eyelids too heavy for him to keep them open any longer.
When Seunghyun responds in the affirmative, Jiyong hears it, but he doesn't reply. The sleep he's been distantly craving for the past few hours washes over him, and he drifts off, happy and comfortable in Seunghyun's arms. His heady scent is the last thing Jiyong notices while he's still conscious, and it lulls him into the best sleep he's had in months.