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A warm palm thumps Jisung on the back.
Fwap.
"Congrats, man," grins Chenle with all the jovial mischief he could contain. "You've gone and done it."
"I did," answers Jisung, staring blankly at the chat open on his phone. "Holy shit, I just did."
The last message read,
Great! See you on Saturday? :)
And Jisung's legs turned jelly.
It's been a while since Jisung opened his dating apps. Perhaps a good, long while—say, at least a year and a half. Recently he'd been too busy getting his life back in order: a sudden job move from which he'd been headhunted by his own friend, Jaemin, had plopped him from the suburbs to the middle of the city; his months were filled with moving his life in boxes and apartment hunting; his new job required him to travel at least twice a month; and he couldn't even find the time to restock his fridge.
So, no, he hasn't opened his dating apps nor even thought about dating until Jaemin brought up an office mixer.
No, Jisung did not want to socialise with coworkers he barely knew. Not yet, at least.
"All this time working with us and you barely know your coworkers? You need to do something about your social life, you know," Jaemin had told him over lunch a month prior, pushing around leftover rice on his bowl. "I'm fine defending you from all the hungry cougars and I can cover up your absence at the mixer, but as your friend, I'm kinda worried with how…lifeless…you look."
The office canteen was abuzz with lunchtime chatter, loud yet not enough to subdue their conversation. Across him, Jisung shoots him a glare, underlined by panda eyes and cheeks full of food. "Maybe I'm lifeless because my new job drains me, thanks to someone I know."
"Nope," his friend says, waving a dismissive hand. "You're a star on the team. The reviews have been great and everyone loves you. You're doing well, et cetera et cetera, and I get all the credit for finding a talent like you." With that, Jaemin blows a kiss.
Jisung dodges it.
"But seriously," continues Jaemin, undeterred by Jisung's grouchiness. He collects the final grains of rice and pops it in his mouth. "You need to go out. Meet people outside of work. You won't even meet me on the weekends, even though the last time we actually hung out was years ago."
That gets Jisung. His shoulders deflate a little. "Yeah, my bad on that one. I just…haven't recovered my energy."
"After this many months?"
A sheepish smile. "Yeah."
"Well, I know you still see Chenle sometimes, so you owe me a good hangout. And a night of drinking. And maybe a shopping trip. I've been eyeing a pair of dress shoes lately," continues Jaemin. "So that makes it…three days of hanging out."
"Ugh."
"And you need to take good care of yourself. Sleep more, eat healthier and all that. I can't have my star talent die on me." Jaemin narrows his eyes. "Get a girlfriend, boyfriend, whatever. Maybe you'll finally start self-care."
Jisung rolls his eyes.
But Jaemin did have a point, Chenle pointed out, and a few days later Jaemin and Chenle monitored Jisung like a hawk as he redownloaded his dating apps.
Operation Get Your Head in the Game, dubbed Chenle, as the duo arrived at Jisung's apartment that morning. Clean up the apartment; get Jisung a warm shower and a delicious meal; then set up his dating apps.
To their delight, there was no setting up needed.
And so Jisung spent the next three weeks being terrorized by his friends for updates on his love life.
"Don't forget to text back!" Chenle would say over the phone.
Jaemin would poke his head over Jisung's shoulder at work. "I'm all for gay dating, but don't open any dick pics at work," he'd remark, then dash off before he gets hit by his friend.
Swipe after swipe, chat after chat; most of them were failed attempts on Jisung's part to socialise. Blame the weather; blame the economy; he just couldn't find the bone in him to pose as an attractive partner on the void of the Internet. Whoever lands on him would just have to take one for the team, Jisung decided, and so he barely thought of anything when a very pretty man named Hyuckie, his downward eyes smiling flirtily from his profile picture, texts him first.
You don't look like a League player.
And then everything else happened.
"Okay, so let me get this straight," says Jaemin, hands on his hips as he stares at Jisung's reflection in the mirror.
"As straight as they can be," Chenle supplies unhelpfully, watching Jisung buckle his belt from his seat on the bed.
"Your first date is going to an internet cafe," continues the other, "with a guy you met on Grindr so you can play League together."
Jisung hasn't stopped blushing since his friends barged into his apartment. "Yeah."
"It has to be an internet cafe? And it has to be League?"
Jisung shrugged. "I guess."
"That's what's getting you out of the house?"
Chenle guffaws, rolling over on the thick duvet. "Never change, Jisung."
"Are you at least getting dicked down?"
Jisung flares his nostrils indignantly. "That's what you're worried about?" he parrots back to his friend's reflection in the mirror. He pats his shirt so it doesn't bunch up underneath the leather jacket, shifts his jeans a little higher so it fits better. His hair is parted in the middle and a simple silver chain, courtesy of Chenle, dangles off his chest. All he needs is his thick, chunky glasses that has him dubbed hot nerd wherever he goes.
Neat, put-together, and maybe exaggerating his attractiveness a little bit. Jisung likes the way he looks.
This time, Jaemin shrugs. "I mean, if getting some dick is what'll clear your dark circles, I'm all for it. You sure look the part, anyway."
The man standing a few centimeters shorter than him—Donghyuck, as he introduced himself—was at least four times prettier in person.
Jisung wants to keel over and lie motionless on the pavement.
Donghyuck was all lopsided smiles and plain confidence. Well, how could he not be confident, walking around like that—soft brown hair tousled by the breeze, tanned skin and bright grin akin to sunshine, slender wrists and shoulders rubbing against his as they walk down the street. There's a hint of pinkish red on his lips and high on his cheeks, and his pale blue blouse showed just the right amount of collarbone for Jisung's heart to skip a beat.
"The matcha cafe there, yeah, that's the one I mentioned," Donghyuck was saying, pointing to a hole-in-the-wall shop to their right. A few patrons, mostly young women, sat on the outdoor tables crowding over cakes and lattes and what-have-yous. "I tried their basque cheesecake and it sent me to heaven."
"Ah," answers Jisung, following his line of sight. A warm, earthy scent, probably from the cafe, wafted up his nostrils. The sun glares at him from the corner of his glasses.
"I've been here with my brother a couple of times." The pretty main points to another shop across the street, which Jisung couldn't make out even if he squinted. "Pretty neat deals at the end of the month. That's where I got my Cherry keyboard…"
Jisung couldn't care less about matcha and cheesecakes and keyboards. Okay, maybe he did care about the keyboard a little bit. But not as much as he wanted to sit Donghyuck down somewhere on a bench and smooch him a little. Unconsciously, his lips purse together into a pout.
Donghyuck, for all his rambles, immediately stops and raises his eyebrows. "Oh. Sorry, did that put you off?"
Jisung stops besides him. "What?"
The man raises a hand to his lips. "I was talking too much, was I?"
"Huh—what, no, no, please go on," reassures Jisung, trying not to think about the slender fingers touching the pretty, glossy lips and wondering how soft they were. He scrambles for an excuse. "I'm, uh, not much of a talker and I'm still new to this part of the city, so…"
"Oh. Well, I'm more than glad to be your guide." A few steps and they stop again, this time with Donghyuck gesturing excitedly at a door. "Now this is the best Internet cafe I've ever been in. Cheap rates, delicious food and fantastic ambience. Ready to play?"
For all the talking Jisung didn't do, he at least played League well.
Of course he did. He never stopped talking about the time he was offered a position in an up-and-coming eSports team during high school, though Donghyuck wouldn't hear about that until their fifth meeting, at least. He was happy snickering to himself and listening to his date (was this a date?) stomp his feet and seethe next to him every time he lost.
"For someone who doesn't look like he plays League, you're surprisingly good at this," mutters Donghyuck, his voice failing to cover up his irritation.
"GG," answered Jisung. "I have history with this game."
"I won't lose though," shoots his date, readying himself up for another round.
Jisung peeks at his screen. "Pretty confident for someone on a losing streak."
"Shut up and get your ass in the game."
"I'm already beating you as we speak."
Donghyuck's head snaps back to his monitor. "Wha—hey, get out of my way—what the fuck, why isn't this working—oh my fucking God—"
He stomps his feet again.
"Has anyone told you you're really hot?"
This catches Jisung's attention, which was previously fixated on the popping boba in his tea. His glasses slide down his nose bridge as he raises his eyebrows. "Um, pardon?"
Donghyuck stares straight into his eyes, the gaze heavy and a little misplaced for the innocuous tea shop they were sitting in. "You're really hot," he repeats himself, not breaking the eye contact. "And you're also good at League."
The man flushes a slight pink. "I've been told I'm good at League before…"
"But not that you're hot? What a waste."
Jisung does not know what to say. He stares into the swirl of his tea, hoping that the sugar in his system will kick his gears into motion and come up with a reply. A flirty one, preferably. Because this was flirting, right? What was he supposed to do when a pretty man outright called him hot?
And after Jisung beat his ass on League plenty of times to boot.
"You're—you're not bad too," he croaks. His eyes flit up to Donghyuck's for a split second before jumping back down to his tea. "You're way prettier in real life."
"Thanks." A ghost of a smirk dances on Donghyuck's lips, and it takes all of Jisung not to combust at how attractive that was.
Something hangs heavy in the air. Something unsaid, dangerous, and curling in the bottom of his stomach. It would be a lie to say Jisung wasn't privy to what it was, but he doesn't like to assume.
And then Donghyuck's shoe nudges his under the table.
"I think you're hot, and you think I'm pretty. So, you doing anything tonight?" he asks, his facial expression unchanged.
Jisung swallows.
If Jaemin was here, he'd be very pleased.
They don't start fucking the moment they step in, fortunately.
First off, because Jisung had just cleaned his apartment and even the hottest man in the whole wide world (read: Donghyuck) will not stain the hard work he's put into the shiny floors and tidy couch.
Second, because it seems Donghyuck himself got shy. And to Jisung, that was the second hottest thing that could happen today (next to the way Donghyuck smirked at him the entire walk home).
Their knees brush against each other on the couch, all hesitant hands and longing gazes, as Donghyuck pretends to be more interested in Jisung's movie collection lined under the TV than jumping the man himself. Jisung doesn't have it in him to pretend: he openly stares at the soft pink lips while the man talks, and talks, and talks.
"You're all talk and no game, huh?" Jisung muses, mostly to himself.
Donghyuck wasn't supposed to hear it. He stops mid-sentence and leans forward, his cheek just short of brushing Jisung's own. "Huh?"
"I said, you're all talk and no game."
Of course Donghyuck knew what he meant, but his first instinct was to splutter. "Wha—just because you're better than me at League doesn't mean I have no gam—"
His words get cut by a kiss.
An innocent one. Soft and shy and pulled back into smiles. Jisung has never initiated kisses before, especially on a first date, and his bravado gets swallowed by the soft mmph Donghyuck lets out.
This time, it's Jisung's turn to get shy, the sudden surge of confidence dying with the cocked eyebrow and the gaze—that heavy, lidded gaze—Donghyuck sends him.
"Oh thank God, I thought we were going nowhere," he says, his voice turning syrup before pushing Jisung back down into the couch and straddling him.
"You're so cute," Donghyuck mutters into kiss, opening his mouth and licking into Jisung's. "Fuck, I never thought I'd bang a hot nerd."
In the back of his mind, Jisung thanks his glasses for yet another round of service.
Their hips meet and Donghyuck all but grinds down straight onto his crotch, eliciting a shuddery sigh from himself. The man underneath him grasps at his waist, then down to his hips, his hands engulfing Donghyuck and giving a tentative squeeze.
Donghyuck smirks, full on, as he grinds and circles his hips against Jisung. Jisung responds with a moan and raising his own hips, cantering against Donghyuck's, grinding upwards whenever he grinds down. Pressure builds in his jeans and at the pit of his stomach at the delicious sounds Donghyuck makes above him, airy sighs and small grunts, and at the hands bunching at the leather on his shoulders.
"Oh—that's good," Donghyuck says. His hair falls over his eyes as he leans forward, brows scrunched together, hips driving down harder than before. "Yeah, fuck, that's hot."
"Fuck," Jisung manages. His glasses jostle around on his face.
Donghyuck's hands slide down his shoulders and onto his chest, pressing against them. "Take off your jacket."
That snaps Jisung to half his senses. Sitting up, he crawls one hand behind Donghyuck's hips and stops his grinding. "Wait. Let's move to the bedroom."
Donghyuck stutters to a stop. "Oh. Okay."
He slides off Jisung's lap and lets himself be tugged, large hand engulfing his own, down the direction of his bedroom down the hall.
They're on the bed once more, Jisung's lips attaching to Donghyuck's, pushing the older man against the mattress and caging him between his arms. Then he cages Donghyuck's thighs and straddles his lap, expertly circling his hips down.
Donghyuck's eyes widen at this new angle. Entranced, his hands grip Jisung's waist and rubs them up and down, feeling the ripple of muscle underneath the baggy shirt, the way his hips jut out from his narrow waist.
"Not bad," he murmurs, watching the way Jisung huffs and puffs against his clothed dick.
"Wh—what?" Jisung says. He moans on a particularly hard thrust against Donghyuck.
"No—I just, I thought you'd be a top. But this is just as hot," says the man underneath him. "You good at taking it?"
Jisung is too busy whimpering against thrust after delicious thrust for his words to register. The pressure in his jeans kept increasing and Donghyuck's strong thighs only added to the pleasure as he grinded against him.
"Take off your jacket." Donghyuck once again pushes the offending jacket off his shoulders, letting Jisung shrug out of them himself before his hands move to Jisung's jeans. "And take these off too." Then he holds the bridge of Jisung's glasses. "But keep these on."
Jisung blushes. Score two for his glasses.
While he tosses his jacket somewhere behind him, Donghyuck unbuckles his belt for him and unzips his jeans just a little bit. There, at the tip of his hardening cock, was a small wet stain.
Donghyuck laughs. "You keep getting cuter, don't you? Getting wet from some dry humping?"
"You're not faring well yourself," quips Jisung, fingers dragging down Donghyuck's own jeans, stopping just short of his zipper. "You're probably as hard as I am."
"Oh yeah? Wanna see for yourself?"
Jisung blinks.
Now they're grinding again, clothed cock against clothed cock, rubbing and sliding a little messily against each other. Jisung hasn't had any sexual encounters since…well…an embarrassingly long time, so every touch sends a zing down his spine; every press of his cock makes him shudder against Donghyuck's chest as the man grinds upwards and jostles him on his lap.
"Fuck, Jisung, fuck," pants Donghyuck right into his ear. "Feels so good."
"You feel good," Jisung pants back, lodging his head into the crook of Donghyuck's shoulder. "I-I might come like this."
"Don't," says Donghyuck, hands suddenly squeezing at his waist. Then he pauses, pressing Jisung down against his lap, and looks at him in the eye. "How far do you want to go tonight?"
"How far—?"
"As in, do you want to fuck right now?"
Red blooms all over Jisung's face and neck for the nth time. "I—yes. Please." He adds a whimper at the end when Donghyuck smiles with heavy-lidded eyes, all predatory and full of lust.
"Lube?" Donghyuck asks, still maintaining eye contact with him.
Jisung climbs off his lap, retrieves his lube from a drawer, and returns to his lap.
Instead of taking off their clothes right away, all Donghyuck does is yank Jisung's underwear and pull his asscheeks apart, running a finger down the crevice of his ass. Jisung yelps, not expecting things to move fast so soon, and clings to Donghyuck for dear life when he feels the lube being spread against his rim.
Fingers circle his rim first, then the pad of a finger pressing against his entrance, slowly and gently, as if asking for permission. Jisung shuts his eyes and digs his chin against Donghyuck's shoulder, his glasses pressing against his nose, finding the sensation a little strange. Then a finger slides into his hole, slowly, slowly, feeling against his walls, rubbing against them, before pulling back out.
Add to that the sensation of his underwear yanking against his dick, Jisung could probably pass out.
Donghyuck's breaths were uneven himself as he continued fingering the man on his lap, gentle and intentional, adding the second finger in, increasing the pace as he pumps them into the hole, pressing faster and harder. Jisung throws his head back and keens loudly at a particularly delicious pump against his prostrate.
Donghyuck chuckles. "Found it."
Then he fingers faster, dragging lube around Jisung's rim before adding a third finger with no warning, spreading the hole apart and rubbing against his walls. Jisung moans, airy and so unlike his deep voice, thighs clenching together and pushing himself away from Donghyuck for some semblance of resistance.
"Hush baby," mutters the man underneath him, pressing a kiss against his sweaty temple. "You're doing so well. You'll take me in all the way, won't you?"
Jisung nods, half-delirious.
Suddenly fingers disappear and his hole clenches down on air. He yelps at the loss, then looks at Donghyuck with wet eyes and glasses askew. "Why did you stop?"
"Cutie," Donghyuck answers, kissing him. "Let me get out of my jeans first."
Oh. Obeying him, Jisung slides off his lap and pulls down his jeans for him.
The moment they're both stripped down—Jisung lets his eyes wander over the expanse of Donghyuck's long legs, smooth and pretty—he drags Jisung back onto his lap and holds his cock against Jisung's ass.
The squelch of Donghyuck pumping his cock against his ass is wet and disgusting. Jisung wishes he could swallow it whole.
And he does. The stretch burns a little and it's too tight over a cock as wide as Donghyuck's is, but Jisung holds his breath as he slowly seats himself down, nails digging into Donghyuck's shoulders as he lowers, exhales shuddery, as the cock disappears inside of him. It definitely burns now, but it's also rubbing him in spots he doesn't even know of, and Jisung whines at how full he feels.
Donghyuck doesn't seem to be doing well either. His brows are furrowed down, doing all he can to hold back from thrusting blindly into this tight heat, his hands trailing white from how hard he's gripping Jisung's waist.
After a few moments, he looks up at Jisung. "Can I move?"
Jisung whimpers.
Donghyuck thrusts upwards, slow at first, letting Jisung adjust to the movement. The bed creaks with the shifting weight, the sound of wet lube squelching between slapping skin loud and obscene. Jisung's mouth drops into a pretty little o, heart pounding in his throat, as Donghyuck thrusts and pulls back, thrusts and pulls back.
Then something snaps, because Donghyuck grunts and slams hard into him. Jisung gasps, clawing properly into Donghyuck's back lest he fall off, before he's thrusted into, again and again and again.
"Ah—" he says, his breath punched out of his lungs. "Ah—hard, so hard—"
Donghyuck responds by thrusting faster. Lube and come mix where his cock and Jisung's hole meet, some of it splattering across the bedsheet. Sweat drops against the duvet. The sounds of sex ring in the air.
"Dong…hyuck…" Jisung says, head falling against his shoulder and eyes scrunching hard. His white shirt is drenched in sweat and clings to his back. His glasses fall off somewhere on the bed where neither of them notice. "I can't…"
"You're doing so well, baby boy," Donghyuck mutters, the nickname rolling easily off his tongue as he holds him against his chest. He runs a hand against Jisung's abs contracting with the force of his thrusts. "Good boy, taking me so well."
He earns a yelp from a particularly hard thrust right against Jisung's prostrate. Jisung shudders in his arms. "Too much, fuck, I can't…"
"Just a little more," Donghyuck ushers him, his own breaths staccato and loud and harsh against the sounds of skin slapping against skin. "A little more, fuck, you're so tight…"
Jisung loses his words right then, thighs clenching hard and back arching away as he comes untouched. He lets out a high-pitched moan that sounds foreign to his own ears, ending with little ahs as Donghyuck continues driving his hips upwards, thrusting against his prostrate, splattering come and lube behind him as he comes inside Jisung.
Wet, sticky, and sweaty, Jisung collapses in a heap of limbs over Donghyuck. Donghyuck, who's still regulating his breath, brows still furrowed, nose brushing against Jisung's chest as he peppers little kisses over any exposed skin his sweaty shirt can offer. Jisung shudders, goosebumps breaking all over as the cold temperature of the room finally hits him, lifeless and limp in his arms.
They stay like that for a while, Donghyuck cradling Jisung in his lap and Jisung clinging to his pale blue blouse. Donghyuck is more than content with staying in this comfortable silence, but then Jisung yelps and pushes himself off his lap, gingerly taking out Donghyuck's softening cock from his hole.
"Holy shit, we just fucked," Jisung gapes at the surprised man. "On our first date."
Jaemin will be very, very pleased.