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Days like this, Jay’s merciless. Marks up Jungwon’s neck with hickies, bruises his thighs with the imprints of his hands, fucks into him until Jungwon is nothing but a mewling, sweat and cum-slicked mess, unable to form any words other than a constant keen of “hyung, hyung.”
Now, too, Jay’s cock is deep into him, so, so deep, carving a space for itself in his body and Jungwon is convinced if he reaches down to the flatness of his stomach, he’ll be able to feel the slight bulge of where it is nestled inside. If he had been in a more lucid headspace, he would have tested out his theory, but at the moment, with Jay’s hold on his lithe waist almost painful and well on his way to his second orgasm of the night, there’s nothing more he can do but fist his hands into Jay’s damp hair and yank him down for a ironically sweet kiss to muffle his needy sounds.
Jay pulls away all too soon and he’s whining out in protest. “Hyung, kiss-!” is all he gets out before Jay is grasping his face with a rough hand and pulling him upwards to hungrily slot his lips over Jungwon’s, tongue slipping into his mouth with no care for elegance or decency. Saliva escapes from the corner of his mouth and Jay catches it with a flick of his tongue—it’s messy, messy, messy.
He’s so distracted by the kiss it’s a surprise when Jay’s girth stretches him open once more, instinctively squirming away from Jay with a gasp. He doesn’t get far, not with Jay’s firm grip on him, keeping him in place to do with him as he pleases. “Hyung, it’s too big-!”
His voice comes out much louder than he had meant for it to and distantly, he registers the muted murmurs of their members, growing louder as they pause by the door, talking. His eyes fly wide open, suddenly extremely aware of their compromising situation as he flails against the sheets, trying to move away from the other.
Jay chooses that very moment to work himself out and into him again, drawing another mewl out of Jungwon. “Stay still for me, pretty. You don’t want to get hurt again, do you?”
There's no doubt his thighs are shaking from the constant ramming inside him and Jungwon tries to gather himself, grabbing onto Jay's shoulders desperately to get him to slow down. “They— ah! —h-hyung, they’re-”
Another thrust that has Jungwon’s grip loosening, Jay’s eyes hooded and dark as he drinks in the pretty sight of his ruined boy, knees drawn up to his chest, bangs sticking to his flushed, red face, pale chest dotted with lines of teeth from where it heaves with pants. “Hm?”
He can hear them clearer now, enough to make out who they are—Sunghoon and Jake. Frantically, he jerks his chin to the door the best he can, biting down another sound as Jay grinds into him even deeper. “They’ll hear-!”
Not a shred of worry flickers across Jay's face. He tilts his head in a show of curiosity, and adjusts himself so he’s now pressing up against Jungwon's prostate, grinning as the other’s back arches in surprise. “Are you worried about them hearing you? How you moan hyung’s name and beg for more?”
The mind-numbing, white rush of pleasure renders him unable to respond and Jay's smile only widens, satisfied at the lack of answer. “Let them.”
He’s on the edge of delirious as Jay begins to fuck into him once more, deceivingly slow and steady. “They should know, hm? Who’s the one who gets to have you, the one who gets to fuck you, gets to see you squirm on my cock and moan for me-”
His pace is picking up now, voice getting with louder with it—the voices outside the door have paused, and Jungwon doesn’t know if it’s because they have left or have picked up on what’s going on—all he knows is that Jay is kissing down his chest again, the sensation of the other’s teeth catching onto his sensitive nipple more painful than anything else. There's sure to be a ring of teeth marks around it when he looks into the mirror later.
The haziness in his head clouds any rational thoughts and there’s nothing much he can muster up other than little, pathetic “ah-ah’s!” at every slap of the other’s hips against his, each bringing him closer to the edge than the last.
Jay must be too, if his stuttering pace and the frenzied slur of praises spilling from his lips at a constant stream is any indication. “So fucking pretty, so good for hyung, just for me-”
Their mouths meet in a desperate tangle of saliva and gasps, and the filthy slide of their tongues has Jungwon's body burning hotter than ever. “For you,” Jungwon babbles in agreement, “For you, hyungie-”
The words have Jay letting out a growl and he’s squeezing Jungwon's tiny waist impossibly tighter with a hand, the other firm on a plush, love bite-littered thigh to hold him open wider. “That’s right, just for me, no one else-”
“No one but you, hyung, only you-”
The other’s hand closes around his aching, long abandoned cock and that’s the final straw, a cry of “I’m coming, hyung-” tumbling from his lips, followed by a “come for me, baby,” is all it takes for Jungwon’s body to seize up, noises finally tapering off into silence as his orgasm rips through him, ropes of white spilling against his stomach. With a shudder, he’s collapsing against the bed, entirely and truly spent, nothing but a limp, sweaty mass.
He’s shaking and whimpering, begging Jay for mercy as with a curse, the other is chasing towards his own high, unforgivable as he pounds into Jungwon's wet heat. The overstimulation has aftershocks bouncing off his body, has him twitching and sobbing as his back careens delicately and his toes curl, and it’s all too much, the overwhelming sensations all collapsing onto him at once, stars bursting behind his eyelids-
Jay tenses, a low moan resounding from him as he spills into the condom before he’s going lax, face dropping against Jungwon's shoulder as he catches his breath, pressing a wet kiss to the bare skin there.
There’s silence, only interrupted by the sounds of their labored breathing. Jay noses at his neck, peppering tiny, loving kisses there before he’s sagging heavily down, shifting all his weight onto the smaller. Jungwon grunts in protest, jerking his head away.
“Get off, you’re heavy-”
“Give me a minute,” Jay's muffled, drowsy voice comes and even with how his body aches, Jungwon still has the energy to scowl. The audacity! As if he hadn’t just fucked the brains out of him-
He huffs and kicks, to no avail. Jay is still buried inside him, the sensation filling and slightly uncomfortable because of how thoroughly used he’s been. “If you don’t get off-”
There’s the puff of a snore and he freezes. No fucking way.
Aghast, he’s craning his neck away the best he can, carding a hand through Jay's messy bangs to get a good look at his face. He nearly screams when he finds him sound asleep, lips parted and lashes shut against his cheek.
This fucker!
If he still had the strength, he would’ve pushed the other off of him or even shouted, but with his limp limbs and hoarse voice, he doesn’t think he’ll get very far. With a groan, he’s slumping back, accepting his fate.
He's just fighting the creepings of sleep when there’s a tentative knock at the door, followed by a nervous voice: Jake.
“Hey, Jungwon-ah? Are you guys-” A cough, “-are you guys done yet? Because I kind of need to sleep and…” Another strangled cough. “If… if not, can you—can you at least be a little more quiet? The entire dorm…”
Jungwon's going to kill Jay when he wakes up.