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Jisung barely understands how he got here.
Here being here. In this position. Back pushed against the armrest of the couch, legs spread out against the rest of the cushions, with some sort of bird documentary playing as background noise. Chinese takeout left forgotten on the coffee table. In many ways, it would be a typical Saturday night - except, maybe, Chenle would be here too, playing PubG with him on their phones and shit talking their professor. Except Jisung really didn’t want Chenle here right now - because unlike the rest of his typical Saturday nights, he has Renjun on his lap and kissing his neck, and he would actually really fucking hate it if Chenle were here right now. And god, now he’s rambling in his own mind like an idiot.
The television is mere background noise. ‘For a male bird of paradise, life can often be frustrating-’
“Hyung,” he gasps. Renjun’s lips are plush, soft on the column of his neck, and he shudders when he laves his tongue right across his pulse. “Hyung, wait-”
Renjun is quick to detach himself, gazing down at him with blown-out eyes. His hair is tousled from Jisung’s hands, and he’s just so fucking pretty even with his brows furrowed in worry. “What’s wrong, Sungie? Did you change your mind? We can stop if you want to-”
“No,” he groans, and it comes out almost as a plea. He brings a hand down from Renjun’s back, hesitantly hovering over Renjun’s own, before finally grasping it. One of his own hands can easily hold both of Renjun’s, he notes, before he brings his gaze up to meet the smaller man’s. The broadness of his palm, the breadth of his knuckles, the length of his fingers that easily wrap around Renjun’s wrists simply for the sake of holding him. “I just- I wanna know how far we can take this.”
Renjun smiles up at him, the kind and gentle type of smile that pinches at the corners of his eyes and has Jisung’s heart thumping loudly against his ribcage. “As far as you want, Sungie.”
Jisung tries to match Renjun’s gaze - strong, intense, but with a heady need that’s almost palpable, so thick that it has him gulping around the lump that’s formed in his throat. It’s hard to, really, when his eyes shake with the anxiety of fucking something up, because whilst Renjun is his friend, he’s also the most intense crush he’s every had in his life. And whilst Renjun was older, more experienced than himself, Jisung still hasn’t progressed much past his own right hand and the occasional bromantic handie from Chenle when the nights got too horny to keep to himself. Instead, he chooses to lean in for a kiss (a win for him, really, that he didn’t immediately pass out), lips grazing gently against Renjun once more.
“Hyung,” he whispers. He ignores the blood rushing in his ears in favour of staring into Renjun’s eyes, dark like the velvet blanket of space, the reflection of the television in his eyes bright like a star, his gaze warmer than the sun could ever be and it has Jisung sweating. “I want to do everything with you.” His hands let go of Renjun to wipe his palms off on the fabric of the couch. “I just. I’ve never gone that far before.”
“I’m your first?” Renjun looks at him with an expression that has his heart clenching. His lips press together in a smile, obviously meant to soothe the younger man, but there's something almost predatory in his eyes. Lustful. Like he wants Jisung just as badly as Jisung wants him, and that alone fills him with a sense of something akin to pride. Renjun wants him, and Jisung’s been in love with Renjun ever since he was fourteen. Jisung nods. He grins. “I’ll make sure to take care of you, then.”
‘The pole dancers spend a lot of time hoping they’ll be noticed. But SB’s wait could be over.’
And then Renjun grinds his hips down, slowly but with purpose, and grabs Jisung’s hands back up from the couch to instead place them on his waist. It has Jisung groaning - not just from the pressure on his cock, but from the sight of how tiny Renjun is under his XXXL sweatshirt (that he’s pretty sure belongs to Mark, but he’ll tackle how that makes him feel much later). All thoughts in his brain turn to radio static when he rests his head against Renjun’s sternum, flexes his fingers and- fuck, god, Jisung’s thumbs are almost touching, and he has to find a way to be more than okay with that now or else he’s going to cream his fucking jeans in front of the love of his life.
“Aughg,” he lets out instead, and his ears would be burning much more than they currently are if not for Renjun grabbing his head to plant another kiss on his lips (or, really, if all his blood wasn’t rushing down to his dick). This kiss, however, is nothing like the gentle peck he’d given Renjun earlier, and more like the sloppy bites and sucks and licks from before that Jisung can feel blooming into bright-red bruises. This kiss is wild, open mouthed in a way that has Jisung feeling so adult with the way Renjun’s licking into his mouth without hesitation, swallowing the baritone of his moans with some sort of practiced grace as he continues rolling his hips down against Jisung’s clothed dick. His mind is hazy but it works to settle his nerves, and he almost forcefully detaches his hands from Renjun’s waist to instead settle on his perky ass, giving it a light squeeze to test out how they fill his palms.
“Sungie, god,” Renjun moans into his mouth, and Jisung eats it right up. His arms come up to wrap around his neck, deepening the kiss as he continues to push his ass back against where Jisung’s dick is straining against his sweatpants so hard that it’s almost painful, and god, they need to move on now or else he’s going to cream his pants like a fucking loser.
He moves his hands to push down at the waistband of Renjun’s pants, and he luckily takes the hint to detach himself from Jisung. He slides his pants off, too hurriedly to care about what he looks like, and Jisung lifts his hips to shimmy down his own sweats when he's stopped by a gentle hand on his own. Renjun’s waxed legs are bare now, so smooth and so soft when Jisung reaches out to grasp them. The image of the broadness of his palm against slim milky thighs has burnt itself into the back of Jisung’s eyelids, which must be why he can still see it so vividly when he squeezes his eyes shut to stop himself from nutting in his boxers for what must be the fifth time that night. Renjun, though, is not as patient as he makes himself look, as he straddles Jisung’s legs to tug his pants down himself.
“Hurry,” Jisung whines, and his cheeks flush with the shame of being so fucking desperate in the almost uncool way. “Please, Renjun.”
“Hey,” Renjun scolds teasingly. “That’s Renjun-hyung to you.” But his fingers still dig into Jisung’s waistband, tucked underneath the elastic to free Jisung’s dick from the constraints of his briefs. His cock bounces up to hit the hard plane of his stomach where his hoodie’s ridden up, and Renjun’s eyes go wide. “Oh, my.”
Jisung buries his face in his hands and wheezes.
“Hey, c’mon, I didn’t mean it like that,” the smaller man says, gently trying to detach Jisung’s hands from his face. “You’re just- a lot. A lot bigger than I expected.” There’s a kiss pressed against his knuckles when Renjun successfully wrenches his hand away, sending Jisung a wink when their eyes meet. “Don’t worry, though. I can take it.”
Jisung wheezes again, but this time it's hornier and a million times more embarrassing than before. He almost explodes on the spot when Renjun wraps a dainty hand around the circumference of his cock - not explode as in cum, but explode as in splatter into goop against the walls - and he sees that his fingers don’t quite touch. When Renjun pouts at this, he almost goes insane. He pumps his dick once, twice, his foreskin tugging around the head of his cock and precum pearling at the tip before it rolls down the column of his dick. His legs twitch with every minute tug of his dry palm, held down only by the weight of Renjun’s body. Batting his hand away, Jisung ushers him closer with a wave of his hand. “You too, hyung, I’ll do it for the both of us.”
He can only nod, really, and he shifts off of Jisung to shuck off his own briefs before straddling Jisung’s hips once more, bracketing his pelvis with his soft thighs. The couch is small, but they make it work - Renjun fits around him so perfectly that it’s addicting, and Jisung can only fear what it’s like to want more after he gets his taste. Jisung bites down hard on his lip at the sensation of bare skin, plump thighs, and an ass that simply won’t quit perched on top of him, and he pushes up the oversized sweater to reveal Renjun’s cock, hard and pink-headed and glossy-tipped. He’s smaller than Jisung - as is true with everything else about him - and it has Jisung’s brain overheating in the same way it does when he places his hands around the slightness of his waist, or when he settles Renjun down on his lap and can encase his body almost entirely, or when he squeezes the light weight of his hand. Perhaps it’s different. He can’t really tell, not with the needy fog clouding his mind, but maybe there’s something weird about thinking that your crush’s dick is so cute that it makes you want to kiss him so badly. Maybe it’s a Renjun thing. Or maybe it’s entirely a Jisung thing.
He tries to stop his hand from shaking when he reaches down between the both of them. His other palm, still placed firm against Renjun’s chest to keep his sweatshirt tucked up, can feel how quickly Renjun’s pulse is racing in anticipation. Renjun wants this. Jisung needs this.
Renjun shuffles closer, bumping their cocks together in the process, and it takes the energy of a thousand suns for Jisung not to moan way too loudly. Seeing his cock pressed right up against Renjun’s sets alarms off in his brain, and he feels like a freak for finding a penis pretty. He guides Jisung’s hand from his chest to his mouth, licks a broad stripe up his palm to his fingers, before taking them into his mouth and sucking, lashes fluttering as his tongue swirls between the digits of his fingers in a way that has Jisung clutching tight on the couch cushions with his other hand, white-knuckled and tense. He catches him looking - it’s hard not to, when Jisung’s staring so intensely - and he smirks against his fingers like the cat who ate the canary. He slips off his fingers with a loud and intentional pop before guiding his hand down between them, adjusting his own hands to rest against either side of the crook of his neck. Then he leans his head down to fit within the narrow space left between them and spits, coating the head of their dicks with saliva, and that itself has Jisung bucking his hips up before they’ve even truly started.
Renjun chuckles - not in the mean way, never in the mean way when it comes to Jisung - and smoothes his fingers against the back of his neck. “Come on, Sungie, you can touch.”
So he does, and it’s electric - at this point, his cock is so hard it fucking hurts, and although Renjun appears composed, the first graze of Jisung’s fingers against his shaft has him gasping. When he finally, finally wraps his hand around both their cocks, soaked with Renjun’s saliva and a mixture of their precum, he can’t help but groan at the sensation of his calloused palm against velvety skin, the way Renjun throws his head back as he shudders on his lap, glowing in the blue-tinged television light.
His hips are squeezed between Renjun’s thighs as he brings his mouth to press against Jisung’s once again, allowing the younger to swallow his gasps and mewls as greedily as he wishes. Jisung sucks on his tongue, the deep baritone of his own moans a low rumble in his throat, and he wrenches his hand from the couch cushion to rub Renjun’s thigh before giving it a hard squeeze. His hand expanses the entirety of the smaller man’s flesh, easily covering the entire surface. The other, continuing to jerk the both of them off together with swift flicks of his wrist. Renjun breaks apart with a quiver of his breath, his eyes fluttering, teeth bitten down hard against his bottom lip, before his head comes down to rest against Jisung’s sternum.
Panic flares in Jisung’s chest, and his pulse quickens in the entirely non-sexy way- “What’s wrong, hyung?” he asks, starting to pull his hands away. His voice is small, almost drowned out by the T.V. “Did I do something wrong?”
“God no,” he groans, pulling his sweatshirt up and over his head before tugging at the hem of Jisung’s hoodie. “Take this off, Jisung, I want your fucking fingers in me.”
The noise Jisung makes is ungodly, but still he yanks his hoodie off in record time. He lets his eyes gaze over Renjun in some sort of sick mix of astonishment and love and wonder that awakens the butterflies in Jisung’s stomach (because they never really go away). Renjun’s small - obviously - but without the obstruction of the constant oversized clothing he wears, bare and open to Jisung, he’s able to truly appreciate his slim frame, the dip of his tiny waist, the subtle curve of his hips - the squareness of his slight shoulders that’s well and truly masculine, the rigid angles of where his hands meet his wrists. The soft roundness of his cheeks paired with a sharp jawline. The angle of his nose. His eyes, always so kind when they look at Jisung, now dark with a desire that Jisung’s been craving for what feels like his whole life, and lips that he so badly wants on his again.
If there is a fear for what will happen to them after this, he does his best to not acknowledge it in this moment. He will take his blessings as they come.
Realisation dawns upon him, and he furrows his brow in confusion. “Wait,” he stops, shifting in his seat as best as he can with Renjun still on top of him. “I don’t have, like. Stuff.”
Renjun blinks at him once, twice, before a smile spreads across his face. “Don’t worry, Sungie. I came prepared.”
Jisung blinks back at him. “You came prepared?”
“Mm, of course,” he replies. He bends to the side to pick his discarded pants off the floor, sticking his hand in either pocket before it reemerges with a couple of condoms and a small bottle of lube. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”
Jisung blinks at him again. “You have?”
Renjun chuckles, pinching his cheek before pressing a quick peck against it. “Of course I have. I like you a lot. I have for a while, Sungie, and you mean a lot to me, and you’re very cute, and I thought- why not, right?” Although his voice is steady, there's an uncertainty in his eyes that has Jisung stroking his thumb against his thigh.
‘The manakins here are part of a 21 year study, and this pair has worked together for 5 years.
They’re a well-oiled machine.’
“Oh, uh,” Jisung gapes, before snapping his mouth shut to simply nod. “I- I like you too, hyung. Like, a lot.”
He kicks himself mentally at the lukewarm confession, but Renjun just smiles. He opens his mouth to speak again until Renjun squares him with a look, the unspoken promise of later. Jisung lets himself fall back into the comfort that muteness brings him. There’s a giddiness in his chest, now, with the reassurance of reciprocation, and when Renjun leans back in for another kiss there's something a little more than just horniness.
“Come on,” Renjun coos, uncapping the bottle with a flick of his thumb. Jisung reaches his hand out, willingly allowing the older to sufficiently coat them with lube, although his brain hasn’t fully caught up with his body quite yet. “Rub your fingers together like- yeah, that’s it. Just warms it up a little.”
Renjun lifts his hips up, supporting his weight with his hands pressed against Jisung’s chest, and motions his head to have Jisung position his slick hand underneath him. Jisung rubs his thumb against the seam of Renjun’s balls, trailing down his perineum, until his fingers come to rest against his entrance. He tests the waters out, stroking his index finger against the ring of muscle. Jisung inspects Renjun’s face, the way his cheeks are flushed so prettily, the fluttering of his slender chest with each intake of breath.
“You can do it,” he breathes out, already somewhat breathless. “Put it in.”
So he does. He sinks in his pointer slowly, carefully, until he’s hilted to his middle knuckle.
“That’s it, good boy.” Renjun’s voice is steady, but his eyelashes begin to flutter. “You’re hands are so fucking big, god.”
Good boy, Jisung’s mind echoes. He can do that. He can be a good boy for his hyung.
His finger pushes in deeper, and Renjun throws his head back in a whimper. When he pulls it back out halfway only to push it back in, Renjun’s head comes back forward to rest his temple against the younger man’s. There’s something so intimate about having your fingers inside a man’s ass, Jisung thinks, so raw and emotional. It’s pretty awesome.
“Another,” Renjun demands, and Jisung doesn’t deny him. He works quicker this time, two fingers deep into him, fingers scissoring inside him and rubbing against his walls in a way that has Renjun squirming on top of him. “God, I thought you said you haven’t done this before- right there, Sungie, that’s right-”
Jisung cuts him off with a peck on his lips. Renjun’s hands roam across the wide expanse of the younger man’s back and shoulders, his blunt fingernails catching intentionally on his nipples when he trails his fingers down to the trimness of his waist. Having him right here, touching him and being touched by him, makes Jisung feel as if he’s in a dream that he never wants to wake up from.
Around his fingers, Renjun’s loosened up. Jisung flexes his fingers before adding in a third, and he can feel the stretch of his rim before Renjun’s thrusting his hips down hard against his digits, cock bouncing in the air, his flush reaching down to his chest.
“So pretty,” Jisung mutters. And he is, truly - watching his hyung unravel on his lap because of him is intoxicating.
“Shut up,” Renjun whines, but it comes out strained and weak. “Get in me already, fuck.”
Jisung leans in again, this time to kiss his cheek softly. “Of course, hyung.”
He reaches out for the condom, only to be stopped when Renjun places his hand on top of his - wide eyed, he turned to the elder, a question ready on his lips.
“You’re a virgin, right?” Renjun asks. Jisung nods. “And I’ve just recently been tested. I’m clean. We can- if you want to- but we don’t have to. If you don’t want.”
Embarrassingly enough, Jisung’s cock twitches in interest. It doesn’t go unnoticed, if the way Renjun’s eyes are staring directly at his dick mean anything. He coughs to clear his throat, but his voice comes out raspy anyways. “I do. Want to do that, I mean. To fuck you raw.”
It’s awkward in a way that’s so entirely Jisung - and while it has Renjun smiling in endearment, it has Jisung wanting to fucking hit himself.
When Renjun finally sinks down on his cock, it has Jisung seeing stars. He’s so fucking warm inside, and tighter than anything Jisung’s ever felt, and the way he takes him in feels so fucking good its indescribable. It’s like a half-decade long itch of pining is finally being scratched, and he reaps his rewards in the form of his cock in his hyung’s ass.
Renjun moans loudly, unabashedly, bringing a hand up to the back of Jisung’s head to pull him in for a kiss. “You’re so big, Sungie,” he moans around his tongue, “And all mine, my good boy.”
“Yours, hyung,” he says right back. His voice shakes every time Renjun bounces on his dick, with every snap of his hips, precise from years of dancing, every lewd slap and squelch of skin on skin. “All yours- fuck-”
‘This is his personal display court,
He’s a bird of paradise.’
“Mine,” Renjun groans against his lips. “Mine, mine, mine. My good boy, all for me.”
Jisung pulls away to instead attach his lips to the line of Renjun’s neck, right over his pulse. His hands rest in the dip of his waist, and he squeezes, his thumbs almost meeting from where they flank his belly button.
Jisung keeps thrusting his hips up. He assume’s hes doing good, with the way Renjun’s pulse is racing under his lips, and how his cock is drooling against Jisung’s tummy, how Renjuns gone pliant in his arms, soft and bendable like a doll. He’s beautiful when his eyes tear up from the pleasure, when he bites down on his lip so hard Jisung’s scared he’ll draw blood. When his mouth falls open, lips slick and glossy with saliva, and he moans and whimpers and wails because of Jisung. All because of him.
A tension builds up in his stomach, different to his usual bundle of nerves.
“I’m close, hyung,” he chokes out. Renjun looks up at him and smiles, tired, but just as enthusiastic as before.
“Come for hyungie,” he says. “Be a good boy for me and come.”
As if on command, Jisung lets go with a deep groan, and Renjun clenches around him as he fills him up. “So good,” he cries, voice thinning around the edges as he continues to bounce on Jisung’s lap. “Fill me up, Sungie, god-”
He’s cut off by his own yelp when Jisung flips them over, eyes going wide as his back hits the seat of the couch. A moan is ripped out of him once more when Jisung re-enters in one swift movement, fucking his cum back deeper into Renjun with every piston of his hips, and a large hand wraps back around Renjun’s cock to jerk him off. The sound is maddening - the slap of skin on skin, the squelch of his dick thrusting into Renjun’s ass, the whimpers and groans and-
“You too, hyung,” Jisung mutters. “You come, too.”
“Oh my god,” Renjun whimpers. “Jisung, fuck, Jisung-”
‘It’s a badge of ownership, a Carola’s way of saying: “This is my court. Get lost.”’
“Hyung,” he chants like it’s a prayer, and he nuzzles into Renjun’s hand when it comes up to caress his face. “Hyung, hyung, hyung-”
Then Renjun’s coming in ribbons with something that’s almost a scream, shooting up to land on his tummy, the rest of it dribbling down Jisung’s fingers. It’s euphoric, watching Renjun melt right underneath him, and he eats the sight up like a man starved. Oh no, Jisung thinks to himself. I think I’m addicted.
“That was so good, Sungie,” Renjun pants out after a moment of silence. His brows furrow when Jisung pulls out with a gross squelch. The older man wastes no time in sitting up on his elbows, a smirk on his lips as he grabs Jisung by the wrist and hauls him up, a hungry look in his eye that Jisung’s never seen him wear before. “Let’s go get cleaned up now, yeah? Round two in the bathroom?”
Jisung nods excitedly, letting himself be tugged away and down the hall, and his eyes flicker momentarily to the television screen behind them.
Are you still watching?
Fuck no.