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Jaeyoung looked at the clock. It was 8:48 pm. Twelve minutes until his shift at the restaurant is over, and he can go home with Sangwoo.
He looked across the restaurant at Sangwoo and was charmed to notice that his feet didn't quite reach the footrest of his stool, and his legs were dangling gently. Sangwoo had brought work with him to the restaurant. He was staring intently at his computer screen almost as if threatening it.
It was Tuesday, and the trickle of guests had been so slow that Jaeyoung and the other server had started closing duties half an hour earlier than usual. They were really just waiting on an okay from their manager so that they could leave.
Without anything else to occupy him, Jaeyoung mimed wiping down the bar again even though it was already clean. He worked his way diligently towards where his boyfriend was sitting. Without breaking eye contact with the screen, Sangwoo lifted his laptop so that the counter could be cleaned underneath it.
Hm, no. That was not the reaction Jaeyoung wanted out of him. He closed the elevated laptop with one finger and rested his chin on his hand.
“You look like you’re going to murder your computer. Why don’t you look at me that way anymore, Sangchu? It was cute.”
Sangwoo looked at Jaeyoung like he was going to murder him. It was the cutest thing Jaeyoung had ever seen in his life.
“I’ve been writing that code all night, and it still won’t run. Please take your hand off my laptop. I would like to fix it tonight.”
Jaeyoung pouted, “I thought we were going to hang out tonight. I don’t want to share my boyfriend today.”
“It's our game. I’m doing this for you too. Also, you are currently at work,” Sangwoo pointed out, “so you don’t have me yet.”
“Well if I don’t have you, it seems I'll have to take you then,” said Jaeyoung casually, drawing circles on the lid.
Sangwoo reddened slightly, “Look, I just want to fix it so we can have a nice time tonight.”
Jaeyoung smirked and took the computer out of his hands. He opened it on the bar so that both of them could look at the screen.
“I suppose I could help you if that’s your goal.”
They both knew Jaeyoung knew next to nothing about code, but Sangwoo seemed to be satisfied with this resolution and scrolled slowly through the code so that both of them could read it.
After a bit Jaeyoung pointed at the screen, “Doesn’t that need a semicolon after it? All the others do.”
Sangwoo groaned, “Oh no. That’s such a stupid mistake.”
He placed the semicolon, and the code ran.
“I hate that you caught that mistake and I didn’t.”
Taking the other’s chin in his hand, Jaeyoung said, “You just needed a fresh pair of eyes on it. That’s a very human mistake.”
“If you’re done cleaning the bar, you can leave Jaeyoung,” the manager called loudly from across the bar.
The two jumped apart. Jaeyoung looked at the clock. It was 8:55 pm. His manager was letting him leave a bit early, and he was not going to argue with that. He pressed a quick kiss on Sangwoo’s forehead.
“I’ll be right back. I just need to change out of my work clothes.”
Jaeyoung changed quickly into a white t-shirt, ripped jeans, high tops, and a leather jacket. He left the back room quickly to see Sangwoo had already packed up and was waiting for him at the door. Jaeyoung called a quick goodbye to his coworkers and grabbed his boyfriend’s hand.
“Let’s go.”
Jaeyoung pulled Sangwoo onto the empty street. The air was brisk but not too cold for the end of October. He breathed in deeply, happy to be released from work and with the person he loved.
Jaeyoung looked down at Sangwoo and was disappointed to see him frowning.
“You’re not still mad about the code, are you? Because I only noticed one easy mistake. And, besides, you’ve been working so hard on our game lately. You don’t need to push yourself. We have time.”
“No, not really,” Sangwoo said, looking at the ground.
“What do you mean?”
“We don’t have a lot of time. I need to finish it soon.”
Jaeyoung laughed, “Baby, you always put so much pressure on yourself. It’s okay. Take your time. We wanted it to be good, remember?”
“It will be good. I am good. It needs to be done soon for you.”
Their pace ground to a stop. They had found themselves in an alley beside a blue and pink neon sign reading “Lovely pink, LOVE ME KISS ME”. Jaeyoung remembered it from their confrontation after their first kiss. Sangwoo was looking up at Jaeyoung through his bangs in a determined way, not dissimilar to that night. His brow was screwed up, and his jaw was set and serious. The blue and pink light made the hard lines of his face softer.
Sangwoo continued, “You delayed going to Dex because of me. I know you said they were okay with waiting until you were done but I can’t let you delay your success because of me. I’ve been so happy to have you here and that I get to work with you and be with you. But I can’t have this delay in my conscience.”
“We’ve already gone over this. I’m not leaving until the game is done. However long that takes,” Jaeyoung squeezed his hand in a reassuring way.
“But it can’t take forever. Their offer isn’t indefinite. They might withdraw it if it takes too long. I don’t want you to leave. I want you here. There’s so much more we have to do. And not just the coding and developing, everything else too,” Sangwoo was tearing up, “Like we haven’t even.. even-”
Jaeyoung stopped him with a soft kiss. Their lips brushed together briefly. Jaeyoung felt his shaky breath on his lips.
Jaeyoung said, “Calm down. You’re overthinking this. It’s going to be okay.”
Sangwoo shook his head, squeezing shut his eyes and rubbing them with sweatshirt-coved hands. He took a slow breath to steady himself, looked his boyfriend resolutely in the eyes, and rushed him.
This took Jaeyoung by surprise, and he tripped backwards into the wall. Sangwoo took the opportunity to press a forearm into Jaeyoung’s chest, pinning him there. In the same motion, Sangwoo leaned upwards and kissed Jaeyoung on the lips like he was trying to steal the air from his lungs.
Jaeyoung responded immediately. He wrapped his arms around Sangwoo and dragged hands up his body feeling his back arch underneath his baggy blue sweatshirt. Sangwoo had kissed him with passion before but this kiss was something different. It was deeper, more passionate and desperate. He could feel Sangwoo’s hot breath and tongue pressing into his mouth.
Jaeyoung slid his hands under the blue sweatshirt and broke the kiss to move on to Sangwoo’s neck. He started peppering kisses up and down his smooth skin. Sangwoo exposed more of his neck to Jaeyoung, and he took the opportunity to start using the flat of his tongue up the flexed tendon. He was pleased to feel Sangwoo shiver.
Sangwoo finally pulled back. He was panting slightly. He pressed the flat of his forearm harder into Jaeyoung's chest. He tilted his head and cautiously leaned upwards, towards Jaeyoung's ear.
"Hyung, please," Sangwoo hissed as a blush creeped up his cheeks.
Jaeyoung could feel the coffee-tainted breath tickle his neck and blow gently at his ear. The familiar honorific sent a zing up his spine and made him immediately still his own breathing. They were so close, barely a few centimeters between their bodies.
Jaeyoung dropped his hands out from underneath his shirt, carefully, "Please what? What do you want, Sangwoo?"
Cautiously. Jaeyoung had to move so, so cautiously. He knew what activity that they “hadn’t even done yet”. They had been dating for three weeks, and Jaeyoung had avoided the topic. He couldn't risk scaring Sangwoo away by misreading any signs of affection the other gave him as a deeper physical desire. He was too important. Sangwoo needed to give him an "all clear" or "affirmative", something wonderfully robotic and blunt that held no room for misinterpretation.
Jaeyoung had never moved this slowly in his life. Not in relationships and certainly not in his normal life. He was used to barreling forwards at break-neck speeds and damn the consequences of never slowing down to understand the details.
But here... the details meant everything and he was unsure of how to proceed with the rush of new, delicate information.
Sangwoo would tell him how to use that information properly. Jaeyoung was sure of it.
Sangwoo tilted back off his toes and rested his head on Jaeyoung's collarbone. He dragged the arm previously pressed into Jaeyoung's chest down to lightly brush Jaeyoung's hand that was dangling at his side.
Sangwoo took a deep breath before speaking softly, "if you're going to make me say it- this is your warning. I am going to touch you. You can move away if you want. Right now."
There was no way in hell Jaeyoung was moving a hair’s breadth in any direction.
After a beat, Sangwoo hummed in appreciation. The sound resonated in Jaeyoung’s chest like a gong. The younger’s hand interlaced with his own and squeezed it in a familiar, comforting way. Then, he started moving.
At first Jaeyoung was startled at the sudden release of warmth from Sangwoo’s head and hand, until he realized where his head was going. Sangwoo was moving down.
Oh.
Sangwoo was going to touch him.
Jaeyoung groaned in anticipation, his legs already feeling weak. It had been too long.
Sangwoo’s knees touched the pavement, and he pressed his hands onto the taller’s hips. Jaeyoung could feel the pressure of his thumbs on the inside of his pelvic bone.
Sangwoo examined the growing bulge in Jaeyoung’s jeans carefully. Tilting his head to the side, he leaned forwards and placed an exploratory kiss into the fabric. It was light and almost chaste except for the location. Smiling, Sangwoo pressed more kisses increasing in urgency onto Jaeyoung until he was openly mouthing at the fully hardened erection.
Jaeyoung looked down, dazed, at the wet patch expanding across his pants and the pink and blue neon lights illuminating Sangwoo’s face and realized — they were still outside. They were in an alley where anyone could walk by to see them entangled and messy and desperate. There was no way straight and narrow, organized and proper Sangwoo would be okay with this. Especially for their first time. Sure, this was standard fare for Jaeyoung who enjoyed the occasional sloppy drunk back alley blow job (either giving or receiving) but Sangwoo had barely even kissed with tongue until recently.
With great effort, Jaeyoung moved to stop Sangwoo by murmuring his name and cupping his head with a hand. Sangwoo stilled and looked up with wide eyes. His lips were slightly redder than usual, and he was leaning into Jaeyoung’s hand with a relaxed smile on his face.
“So fucking pretty,” Jaeyoung thought, “ and mine.”
“We’re still in the alley,” he said out loud, “we should go somewhere people won’t see you.”
Sangwoo startled, “No, I mean… I don’t mind. Wait, I don’t want people to see me or you. But, it’s late. It’s empty. There’s no one around. I want you now. We don’t have a lot of time.”
Jaeyoung’s cocky smile was creeping back onto his face, but a great blossom of fondness was growing in his chest.
“You need me that bad, huh? You like me so much you’re willing to risk getting caught by strangers?”
Sangwoo weakly punched him in the thigh.
“Shut up before I change my mind and go back to hating you, hyung.”
Jaeyoung responded by lacing his fingers through Sangwoo’s hair and giving a gentle tug. Sangwoo folded into the touch, sighing. He reached up to Jaeyoung’s belt buckle, tentatively touching it and silently asking for permission.
Jaeyoung was giddy with anticipation. He gave a brief closed lip smile towards the sky in disbelief of his luck and nodded enthusiastically down at the man beneath him.
Sangwoo quickly undid Jaeyoung’s belt and zipper and pulled his cock out to expose him to the night air. Jaeyoung moaned lightly when he first felt the hand touch him. He was so excited.
Sangwoo looked in a trance as he considered Jaeyoung for a moment with his lips parted.
“Bigger than I first thought,” he finally said.
“Don’t inflate my ego even more than it already has been.”
Sangwoo made a face up at him, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. It just means I need to adjust my approach from my initial plan.”
“Plan? Did you think about seducing me tonight?” Jaeyoung said delightedly.
“No! It’s not like that. I just… have thought carefully about how I would go about doing this and things are different than I first thought they would be.”
Jaeyoung shivered a bit at the thought of Sangwoo contemplating giving him head. Alone at night, perhaps, or daydreaming in class. The thought made him that much harder and he hadn’t thought it possible.
He took the hand still laced in Sangwoo’s hair and pushed his head forward slightly, “How about you show me that ‘adjusted approach’ then, huh?”
Sangwoo made another little face out of spite but quickly indulged him. He started by barely drawing his tongue around the tip of his cock and mixing his salvia with the already beading precum. Then, he closed his mouth around the head, adding a light suction to the bobbing up and down motions he was making with his tongue. Jaeyoung thought he could probably cum from just this. Sangwoo’s hollowed cheeks and closed eyes looked angelic and so dirty at the same time.
Sangwoo released the suction on the tip and moved on to drawing his tongue up and down the length. Jaeyoung let out a breath when he traced the vein running up the underside of his shaft, so Sangwoo paid special attention to that area, staying his momentum for a bit to induce more breathy sounds out of his boyfriend.
Sangwoo continued licking and then transitioned to something else. He slid his lips down a ways, moving slowly and deliberately dragging it along his cheeks. He started bobbing his head and gradually working his way down, enveloping more of the cock as he went. Sangwoo’s mouth felt heavenly. He was warm and wet and slick. Jaeyoung was getting lost in the image and the feeling of his cock disappearing inside his boyfriend’s mouth.
Suddenly, Jaeyoung felt the tip of his head hit Sangwoo’s throat. He moaned loudly and threw an arm up to cover his mouth and quiet himself.
Sangwoos stopped himself from gagging and pulled backwards, “That’s the reason I have to adjust my plan.”
Jaeyoung looked down and realized that Sangwoo bottomed out with a considerate length left before the hilt.
Sangwoo took a hand off of Jaeyoung’s hip and wrapped it around the length he couldn't reach with his mouth. He joined his lips with his hands with a renewed suction and continued the bobbing motion keeping his hand in time with his lips.
Jaeyoung threw his head back against the wall and thrust his hips forwards involuntarily. The crown of his head throbbed but he didn’t care. Sangwoo felt too good. His hips were beginning to shudder and his legs were feeling weak as Sangwoo relentlessly sucked him off.
In his haze, Jaeyoung noticed the pressure of Sangwoo’s hand releasing his hip. Curious to where it was going, Jaeyoung opened his eyes slightly. He saw Sangwoo working him enthusiastically with reddened lips and a lovely pink flushed face. But the most appealing sight was Sangwoo’s hand pressed desperately against the erection in his own jeans.
The sight of Sangwoo pleasuring himself sent Jaeyoung over the edge. He came hard and fast and tried to cry out and pull himself out of Sangwoo’s mouth. Sangwoo surprisingly swallowed most of it but some cum hit his cheek and spilled out of his mouth.
Jaeyoung was panting, “I’m so sorry baby. I meant to warn you.” He reached down and pulled Sangwoo’s face closer to him, attempting to wipe the cum away with his hands.
Sangwoo carelessly wiped it away with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, “It’s okay. It means I did a good job, right? I did a good job?”
His expression was eager and open. Jaeyoung pulled him upwards into a standing position and kissed him strongly.
As he zipped up his pants he said, “Yes. God yes. You did such a good job. You are so good.”
Their bodies were pressed together, and Jaeyoung felt Sangwoo’s dick twitch at the praise. Jaeyoung was delighted at this new discovery.
He pressed a leg into Sangwoo, “You were so pretty down there. You worked so hard at making me feel good. Thank you, baby.”
Sangwoo leaned into him, searching for more stimulation and began moving his hips greedily into the leg that had been offered to him.
“Would you like a reward for your hard work?” Jaeyoung said with a teasing lilt to his voice.
Sangwoo nodded into Jaeyoung’s chest. At his permission, Jaeyoung immediately flipped their positions. He moved Sangwoo at his waist and cradled his head so it didn’t hit the wall. Suddenly, Sangwoo was completely covered by Jaeyoung's larger frame and his back was against the wall. His lips were parted slightly and he was looking up at Jaeyoung with wide eyes.
“Sangwoo, can I touch you?” Jaeyoung said into his ear.
“Yes,” his voice came out in a squeak.
Jaeyoung made a big show of slowly creeping his hands under the blue sweatshirt, unbuttoning, and pulling the zipper down. He wanted to give Sangwoo as much of a chance as he could to run away if he suddenly changed his mind. He slowed with a hand at the waistband of his underwear.
“You’re absolutely sure?”
“Fucking god, yes,” Sangwoo said with a twinge of annoyance in his voice, “Hyung, please. I want this”
Jaeyoung did not need to ask him again. He pulled down the band and took Sangwoo into his hand. His entire hand enveloped Sangwoo’s cock. He slowly dragged his thumb along the top admiring the way it made Sangwoo shudder. He moved the same thumb around to the tip and rubbed the slit, smearing precum around the slit.
Sangwoo was making delicate little “mmphs” and “ohs” at each touch. Jaeyoung loved drawing reactions out of him.
Finally, he wrapped his whole hand around Sangwoo’s dick and started pumping him. He started moaning loudly at the motion. Jaeyoung quickly slapped a hand on Sangwoo’s mouth.
“You don’t want to get caught. Do you?” Jaeyoung said quietly while making direct eye contact with Sangwoo and continuing to jerk him off.
Sangwoo shook his head quickly under the hand pinning him to the wall.
Good boy,” Jaeyoung purred. He reached up to his mouth and spit into his hand before returning it.
Sangwoo moaned at the name and the added pleasure. Jaeyoung could feel his lips part and hot breath pass his fingers. He started twisting his hand on the shaft while continuing to pump.
Sangwoo reached up to move the hand. Jaeyoung’s pace didn’t slow.
“Hyung, I-I’m not going to last long. I’ve n-never-” Sangwoo was having trouble forming words clearly.
“I know. It’s okay. You can cum for me,” Jaeyoung replaced his hand on Sangwoo’s mouth, “But you’ve got to do it quietly.”
Sangwoo mumbled an affirmative sound and closed his eyes. He started thrusting into Jaeyoung’s hand erratically. His breath started to shudder, the breathing fast and shallow. He finally came into Jaeyoung’s hand, whimpering and back arching up towards the man above him. He was so needy and desperate and beautiful. Jaeyoung could go for another round just by looking at him.
Jaeyoung worked him through his orgasm and then stilled his hand. He took his hand off Sangwoo’s face and kissed his forehead. They stayed there for a bit basking in the post-orgasmic glow until Sangwoo broke the silence.
“Can I please have my penis back so I can return it to my pants?”
Jaeyoung compiled while roaring with laughter. “You really know how to keep the mood going!”
“Hey! I was worried that someone would round the corner and see us.”
“You weren't all that worried a minute ago.”
“Well, I had other things on my mind."
They were both smiling ear to ear and giggling in spite of themselves. Jaeyoung realized his hand was still covered in cum so he wiped it on his shirt.
“You have no idea how gross that is,” Sangwoo made a face at his messied shirt.
“Hey, I’m not the one who swallowed tonight. So who’s the nastier one today? And, besides,” Jaeyoung zipped up his jacket, “now you can’t even tell.”
Sangwoo rolled his eyes but the smile stayed on his face. “Come on,” he grabbed Jaeyoung’s hand, “let’s get you home so you can change.”
Jaeyoung allowed his boyfriend to pull him forwards for a bit before pulling up beside him and saying softly, “I’m not going to France until we’re good and ready. You know that right?”
Sangwoo stayed facing forwards for a bit but his hand squeezed Jaeyoung’s hand tighter while saying, “I know I just overthink things sometimes.”
“Well, I can think of some ways to help you relax.”
Sangwoo snorted and hip checked Jaeyoung. He tripped a bit and then regained his footing.
“What are you waiting for then?” Jaeyoung quickened their pace as they made their way home.