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“You're such a fucking tease, aren't you?”
There's a party happening on the floor below them and the music is loud enough that it travels through the stairs and reaches the second floor, the bass making the ground shake and the walls echo its sounds.
Donghyuck leans his back against the wall and he smirks while he looks down at Renjun, his eyes glinting with mischief as he rakes a hand through his messy and sweaty hair.
“Am I?”
Donghyuck is shirtless. He had lost his shirt a long time ago in a game he joined as soon as he stepped into the party, not hesitating in letting people do body shots off him, flexing his muscles at any given moment and without being prompted to, anxious to show off his hard work and all the bulking up he had accomplished in the last months.
It was infuriating. Donghyuck knows what he’s doing — and he knows it very well. He’s a pro at playing that game, at smirking across the room while he takes his shirt off, at letting someone touch him while his gaze is focused on Renjun, at making Renjun lose all control he has until he’s dragging him to a secluded place (as secluded as it can ever get in a college party) because Donghyuck knows what he gets whenever Renjun gets riled up.
And that’s what he wants.
“You fucking know you are,” Renjun snarls before lacing his fingers on the back of Donghyuck's hair and pulling him down to a kiss, standing on his tiptoes to reach him easier.
It's rough and it’s about teeth clacking and toes curling. Donghyuck chases Renjun’s touch, resting his hands on Renjun's waist and pulling him as close as he can, their bodies touching one another, Renjun’s shirt the only barrier between their bare chests. Donghyuck can’t help but smirk against Renjun’s mouth as his hands slid underneath Renjun’s shirt, thumbs caressing his hipbones and making Renjun shiver, a sigh escaping him.
But then Renjun pulls tighter on his hair and slips a leg between Donghyuck’s thighs, making pressure against his clothed cock, and Donghyuck loses his smirk, moaning against Renjun’s mouth as he grinds down. His cock fills up quickly, especially when Renjun is the one who sports an eat-shitting grin this time, teasing Donghyuck with a kiss on the side of his neck that makes him throw his head back.
“Okay,” Donghyuck breathes out, grinding down a little just to test the waters. “Maybe I was teasing just a little.” The music is loud and the beat thrums through his body and makes his heart follow the same rhythm, all of it echoing inside of his ears. “But only because I know what happens after.”
“You think you're gonna get lucky?” Renjun asks, raising one eyebrow. His thigh stays in place and he lets Donghyuck rut against him, his smirk widening when another moan leaves Donghyuck’s lips.
And even though he’s like that, even though Donghyuck is shirtless and rutting down against Renjun’s thigh, even though Donghyuck is the one with his head tilted back and shamelessly moaning in the middle of the hallway, he still has an infuriating smile on his face as he says, “I always get what I want, baby.”
Renjun bristles. “Shut up,” he says, tugging Donghyuck down again.
They get inside of the first empty room they find, kicking the door close behind them and barely remembering to lock it, the sound of music becoming muffled but still making the ground shake and their hearts beat in sync with the rhythm. Donghyuck watches as Renjun closes the door and he has another smart little comment on the tip of his tongue, but it never manages to slip out into the world because Renjun pushes him down and knocks the breath out of him.
Jesus fuck—Renjun shoves him down on the mattress, his nails raking down Donghyuck’s chest, barely stopping to fondle with his pecs before he’s already unbuckling and zipping down Donghyuck’s pants, trying to get them off as quickly as he possible could.
"Come on."
"Take your clothes off too,” Donghyuck says, kicking his jeans somewhere far away. “Quick.”
Renjun pulls back from Donghyuck just to get undressed, his hands trembling with excitement and nerves. There's no time for romance or gentle touches — it’s lips crashing against each other, bruising kisses being left on the side of their necks, teeth biting into the skin and leaving a mark that would blossom later. It’s about firm grips and desperate hands, holding each other so tightly there’s almost no space left to move.
Donghyuck doesn’t even wait for Renjun to fully remove his shirt before he’s pulling him over his body, tangling his fingers into his hair and mouthing at the junction between his neck and his shoulder, biting down until Renjun lets out a pretty moan for him and his hips seek friction against his own erection, brushing together.
Renjun pulls back and sits on Donghyuck’s lap, and Donghyuck doesn’t waste time: he sits up together with him, his hands trailing down and wrapping around Renjun’s cock, pumping it once, twice, twisting his hand to the side and thumbing at the slit, fingers slicking with the pre-cum that beads at the top, before Renjun grunts and puts his hand away, tapping the tip of Donghyuck’s nose with his index finger.
“Play nice.”
He pushes Donghyuck down on the bed again, his hands pressing down on his shoulders and squeezing for a second. Donghyuck lets himself be moved, sighing when his back meets the blankets and pillows once more, his body breaking out in goosebumps whenever Renjun touches him. One of Renjun’s hands trails up, his fingertips brushing over Donghyuck’s Adam’s apple, over the little mole he has there, his hand running over the extension of his neck before he presses two of his fingers against Donghyuck’s bottom lip.
“You know what to do,” he says, and Donghyuck parts his lips, tongue curling around the digits as he sucks them in.
There’s no hesitation in Donghyuck as he lavishes the fingers with his tongue, making them all slick with spit as he sucks around them, drool running down the corner of his mouth when Renjun presses his fingers down on Donghyuck’s tongue, sliding his fingers over the wet muscle. Renjun uses his other hand to run down on Donghyuck’s chest, feeling the muscles he’d worked so hard for, brushing his thumb against his nipple and smirking when Donghyuck releases a muffled groan.
“Come on, Hyuckie,” Renjun says, his voice a little breathy, and Donghyuck hollows his cheeks, coating Renjun’s fingers even more with his spit, wishing it was his cock inside his mouth right now — something heavier, warmer, the smell and taste enough to make him go crazy. Just the thought of having Renjun’s cock upon his tongue makes Donghyuck’s cock harden more and his mouth water.
He makes sure that Renjun’s fingers are all wet and dribbling with his spit before he opens his mouth to let them go, shifting in place when Renjun applies more pressure on his nipple, rubbing the hardening nub, and nudges at his hole with one of his fingers, cold with saliva.
There’s no time to lose. The party still goes on hard on the floor below them, the walls echoing the sound of an EDM song Donghyuck has never heard before, and Renjun opens him up fast and hard, going from one finger to two in almost no time, his eyes carefully watching every reaction that leaves Donghyuck’s body, his smirk growing more and more — he knows how much Donghyuck likes the burn.
Renjun pulls his fingers out but Donghyuck has no time to complain — he opens his mouth to do exactly that, but the words die on his throat when he sees Renjun spitting on the palm of his hand and using it to open him even more, three fingers sliding inside of him.
“I-injunnie—”
Snapping his gaze up, Renjun’s eyes are full of mischief when they cross with Donghyuck’s. He curls his fingers and presses against Donghyuck’s prostate, chuckling a little when Donghyuck moans out loud, a deep flush going down his neck and towards his chest.
“Up, up, up,” Renjun says, sliding his fingers out and wrapping his hands around Donghyuck’s waist, pulling him up.
Donghyuck keens. He shakily gets on his knees, letting Renjun turn him around and move him into the position he wants.
Arching his back, Donghyuck slides his legs open, resting his weight on his forearms, turning his head to look over his shoulder. His hole clenches desperately around nothing and he aches for Renjun’s touch.
"C'mon, fuck me already. Put your dick inside of me."
Renjun raises one eyebrow. His hands are warm and he presses them around Donghyuck’s hips, guiding him into the place he wants him to be.
“You're in no place to give me orders,” he says, holding the base of his cock while he guides it towards Donghyuck’s entrance.
When he slips inside, Donghyuck immediately moans. He clenches tight and Renjun grunts as he bottoms out, his fingers holding Donghyuck’s hips so tightly that it would leave their mark later on.
Renjun fucks him fast and hard, their hips slapping together and making the lewd noise of skin against skin echo throughout the room, the headboard of the bed bumping against the wall. Donghyuck starts to slip forward with the rhythm of Renjun’s thrusts, his head lowering until his face is pressed against the pillows and he’s moaning into them, drooling as his eyes are snap shut, just feeling Renjun’s hard cock filling him up and fucking him good.
But Renjun doesn’t let Donghyuck simply slide forward; his arms wrap around Donghyuck’s middle and he presses against Donghyuck’s abs, making him arch back and sit up on his knees, bouncing up and down on Renjun’s cock, his lips parted as he gasps what almost sounds like Renjun’s name.
“You're so fucking tight,” Renjun grunts. “God.”
Donghyuck clenches down hard, his eyelashes fluttering over his cheekbones as he tries to keep his eyes open, head tilting back until it’s resting against Renjun’s shoulder. He fists the sheets underneath him, his knuckles turning white with his strong grip.
“Fuck—”
One of Renjun’s hand slide down from Donghyuck’s waist and rests on his thigh, squeezing the flesh and muscle as he keeps pounding into him, Renjun’s breathing turning into something too erratic, too heavy. Donghyuck whimpers when he feels Renjun’s hands on him and he tries to move together with his rhythm, his hole swallowing his cock whole.
“Don't come inside me,” Donghyuck warns when he hears Renjun’s moaning increase, his fingers digging deeper into his thigh. “I don't wanna… don’t wanna have to clean.”
Renjun’s thrusts falter and he stops for a second before he fucks into him one more time, making Donghyuck lean forward and grunt, clenching down on his cock. Donghyuck takes one of his hands from the sheets and places it over Renjun’s hand on his thigh, holding it in place.
Renjun clears his throat and the fingers around Donghyuck’s waist tightens. “Then—fuck—then what do you want me to do?”
“God—”
Donghyuck lifts up from Renjun’s cock. He turns around and wastes no time kneeling and opening his mouth, sticking his tongue out. Renjun’s hand intertwines with the hair on the back of Donghyuck’s head, and he holds around his cock as he guides it towards Donghyuck’s face, smearing pre-cum over his lips and teasing him.
Donghyuck’s pink tongue pokes out from between his lips and he takes a few kitten-ish licks at the cockhead before opening his mouth more and finally sinking into Renjun’s length, swallowing him and hollowing his cheeks, pulling every trick he had in order to make Renjun cum.
It doesn’t take long. Renjun’s breathy moans become more and more frequent until he stops and only whines, his thighs shaking as his orgasm approaches, and Donghyuck looks up at him through his eyelashes, his teary gaze meeting his narrowed eyes, Renjun’s grip on his hair tightening momentarily before he spills inside of Donghyuck’s mouth with a hitch on his breath.
Swallowing Renjun’s release, Donghyuck pulls back and cleans his cock, one of his hands traveling to the back of his head and releasing himself from Renjun’s tight grip. His other hand goes to his own neglected cock, wrapping around his length and pumping it, his fingers smeared with spit, Renjun’s cum and his own pre-cum, until Renjun moves — he rearranges himself on the bed, sits over his knees, and takes Donghyuck’s hand away from his cock.
“Not now,” he says. “Later.”
Donghyuck jults his lower lip down. There’s a fire burning in the pit of his stomach and he knows it would only take a little bit until he was spilling all over his hand.
“This is unfair.”
Renjun raises one eyebrow. He moves his hand once, squeezing Donghyuck’s cock a little, and thumbs at the slit, the corner of his lips curling up when Donghyuck shivers.
“Is it?” Renjun asks. “Or do you like this enough to hold on for a bit more?” Renjun’s hand is warm and tight. It would be easy — so damn easy — for Donghyuck just to thrust upwards, to fuck himself into Renjun’s fist and paint his skin white. “I could make you come right now, but I won't. And you'll thank me later for this.”
Donghyuck gulps. He remembers clearly a few weeks ago when Renjun had made a similar promise and had edged him for hours on end, until he had tears streaming down his face and was begging him to please, please, just fuck him already, overstimulation clouding his senses later and bringing him to one of the most powerful orgasms he’d ever had.
He couldn’t wait for something similar. If Renjun says he’ll thank him later then it means he has something planned and Donghyuck would like, more than anything, to be a part of those plans. Yeah, definitely.
“Come on, Junnie. Can’t you just give me a little thing, then?” He still asks, his hips swaying a little against Renjun’s hand, the little bit of friction making his mouth go dry and his brain almost short-circuit. They’re still at a party going on and they won’t be going home for a while — he’d still need to hold on for quite some time. “A sneak peek."
Renjun shoves Donghyuck backward into the mattress, taking him by surprise as he settles on his lap. “You want a sneak peek?” He asks. A playful smile appears on his face and his eyes glint. “Then work for it.”
He moves up and places his knees next to Donghyuck's face, not lowering himself yet, but Donghyuck wraps his arms around Renjun's thighs and pulls close as he licks his lips, ready to prove himself so he could get at least a little something before they managed to leave that party behind them.