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Heeseung does not put out on the first date.
So he considers it a good thing that this is his and Jake’s fourth one. Actually, it’s more than a good thing — Heeseung is grateful, since he knows that he wouldn’t have been able to control himself if this was happening during one of their earlier dates.
This entails blindly jamming his key into the front door of his apartment, desperately trying to unlock the door that he’s pressing Jake up against. There’s a hand fisted in the strands of Heeseung’s hair, and one of his legs is wedged between Jake’s. In his head, Heeseung knows that it makes more sense to just leave Jake’s mouth alone for a couple seconds so that he can get them both into his apartment. Realistically though, he also knows that that’s not going to happen.
Heeseung feels like he’s going to die if he stops kissing Jake right now, or something equally as irrationally serious. Luckily though, no one has to die: he manages to get the door unlocked before either of them become too impatient, looping an arm completely around Jake’s waist before shoving him past the threshold and into his apartment.
The door slams shut behind them. Heeseung surprises himself by having enough sound mind to lock the door before he’s pressing Jake up against another wall. Jake goes easily, moaning into Heeseung’s mouth when the older’s leg returns to its rightful place between Jake’s thighs. Heeseung can feel his date press down on his leg, panting and making small sounds between their kisses as he gets himself worked up. As he gets them both worked up — Heeseung is going to explode. Or like, cream his pants in five seconds if Jake keeps this up.
“Couch,” Jake mutters against his lips, the sound of his voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing. Heeseung pulls his head back just far enough to see Jake’s flushed cheeks, his swollen lips. Everything about his features are tinted apple red, and it’s a beyond endearing sight which makes Heeseung want to swallow Jake whole.
Before that though, he should probably abide to the younger’s wishes. Heeseung leads them to the couch all while keeping a minimal amount of distance between their bodies. It’s honestly a miracle that neither of them trip over their own feet, or each other’s, before managing to collapse onto his couch in a pile of tangled limbs.
Their mouths find each other again immediately after getting settled. Everything feels hotter like this, most likely because Heeseung has to cage Jake in his arms in this position, looking down at him from above while he aligns their hips before pushing down to grind.
The sound he receives from Jake might just be the worst thing Heeseung has ever heard in his entire life — it’s guttural and it’s desperate, and it’s one which is going to haunt him for the rest of his life. He wants to hear more immediately, so he detaches his lips from Jake’s mouth just to press wet and hot kisses down his jaw and throat, all while focusing on grinding against Jake’s just the right way.
The sight and the feeling of the other trembling in his arms, growing more and more flushed with every passing second, and keening with a voice that Heeseung can only describe as angelic, makes him almost lose his mind. The final shreds of his coherency and rationality are just there to remind him that this is foreplay — he can’t bust his load in his pants before he even takes Jake to bed.
Although, it is beyond just a bit endearing how overwhelmed Jake is. He reacts to every kiss, touch, every scrape of Heeseung’s teeth against his skin. His breathing only turns heavier with the more time that passes, and Heeseung is smiling into his hot, sweaty skin before he can help it.
“You like that?” Heeseung asks, but it comes out as an observation, more than anything else. He isn’t really asking, after all; the proof is in the way Jake tries to close his legs, to no avail. All he ends up doing is tightening his thighs around Heeseung’s hips.
“I…” Jake begins, and just never finishes. Heeseung watches from his spot tucked into Jake’s neck, as his eyes roll back into his head, and he takes his bottom lip between his two rows of pearly, perfect teeth. Jake’s eyebrows furrow with pleasure, and Heeseung is suddenly beyond determined to at least make Jake come once before anything else progresses.
His mouth gets busy again, sucking flesh between his lips, and only releasing it with the hope of it turning mottled and purple. Jake gets squirmy between his body and the couch, his hands finally releasing their death grip in the roots of Heeseung’s hair to hold him by the biceps instead. Jake’s nails are quite literally digging into his skin and muscle, and if Heeseung didn’t know any better, he’d think Jake had claws for hands.
Noticing just how frantic Jake’s breathing and moans are becoming, Heeseung trails a few wet kisses up Jake’s throat until he can swallow his sounds down with another kiss. Well, calling it a kiss would be generous — Jake’s mouth is lax and he’s too busy trying to breathe to kiss Heeseung back properly. But Heeseung doesn’t mind. He thinks it’s rather amusing, if not anything else, and most definitely endearing.
“Easy, baby,” Heeseung mutters hotly into Jake’s ear, relishing far too much in the whimper he receives in return. Before he can help it, his tongue is running along the shell of Jake’s ear, just before whispering, “Gonna come before I even get a taste?”
Heeseung hears what sounds most definitely like a sob tumble from Jake’s lips. And then suddenly, Jake is digging his grip into his biceps again, except this time he’s pushing him away. Slightly confused, but more alarmed than anything else, Heeseung lets him, putting space between their bodies. Albeit reluctantly.
“What’s wrong?” Heeseung asks, trying his very best to catch his breath so that he’s not literally heaving above the guy he’s been trying to get to be his boyfriend for the past month. Jake looks close to ethereal like this — rosy cheeks and spit slick lips, his eyes blown out wide and mouth open as he too tries to catch his breath. It’d be easy for Heeseung to go down a rabbit hole and focus on every feature about Jake which had given him his impossibly hard boner in the first place, but he wills himself to reign it in while waiting for Jake to speak.
“I don’t—I don’t know,” Jake tells him. The furrow between his eyebrows is back, and this time it looks more unsure than anything else. Heeseung decides that he likes the furrow of pleasure more than whatever he’s looking at right now.
“Too much?” Heeseung prompts. He tries to untangle their legs so that he’s not all up in Jake’s space, wondering if maybe it’d be easier for him to clear his head if he couldn’t feel the older’s boner against his inner thigh. But when he makes a move to move off Jake, the latter simply tightens his legs around his hips, silently urging him to stay in place.
Jake makes eye contact as he says, “No.” Then he winces, and backtracks. “… Yes? I don’t know,” he repeats. Jake looks away again, and Heeseung decides that he absolutely cannot have this conversation unless Jake is looking at him.
He leans down to capture the younger’s lips in a soft, slow kiss. It feels much more different from every other kiss they’ve exchanged tonight: lighter, easier. Jake breathes against his mouth through his nose, and Heeseung can feel him melt further into the couch, and his arms.
“It’s okay,” the older says once their kiss breaks. He doesn’t move back too much, keeping so close that their lips touch with every syllable spoken. “Talk to me, Jaeyun-ah.”
Jake’s face scrunches up at that. It makes Heeseung briefly wonder if talking seems harder, but he cuts that train of thought immediately. He doesn’t want to speculate. Right now, he should just focus on listening, and ignoring how his cock is quite literally throbbing against the confinements of his jeans.
“I feel weird,” Jake blurts out. Heeseung’s eyes widen — to say he was expecting Jake to say something along those lines would be a lie. The younger seems to realize how his words must sound, since he frantically tries to search for Heeseung’s hand. He finally finds it digging into the couch by his hip, holding it by three fingers as he guides his hand to settle right next to his crotch. “I feel weird… here.”
Heeseung blinks. “A good weird?” he tries, because he’s not too sure what Jake is trying to say. After all, Heeseung has only ever been able to register arousal in the form of a hard cock, or a wet cunt. And seeing as Jake’s pants are still on, he has no way of deducing whether or not Jake is in possession of the latter.
“It, uh…” Jake begins, looking and sounding like he’s fumbling for words. He bites his lip, contemplative of what to say, and Heeseung has to force his gaze away from the younger’s cherry mouth before he can start having depraved thoughts once again. “Hurts. Like, a lot.”
Alarmed once more, Heeseung searches Jake’s face for any other clues.
“It hurts? You should sit up,” he begins fussing, managing to escape the hold of Jake’s thighs, and making the younger sit up on the couch properly, so that he’s no longer slumping against the back cushions.
“No, I—” Jake tries to say, but is interrupted by Heeseung grabbing one of his throw pillows and making his way to put it behind Jake’s back. Before he can do that though, Jake grabs him by the forearm, halting the older’s movements. “Listen.”
Freezing halfway through his actions, Heeseung stops fussing. He drops the pillow and swallows, trying his very best not to think about how hot Jake sounds whenever he uses an assertive tone in his voice. He should probably not do that, and instead listen. Like prompted.
“Listening,” Heeseung lets him know meekly. He follows Jake’s grip as the younger pulls him down and sits on the couch. Then, Jake is back to looking squirmy and awkward, like he doesn’t know how to say what he wants to say. Feeling himself reel in the mess in his head, Heeseung softens. He grabs the hand Jake still has on his forearm with his opposite hand, squeezing his fingers reassuringly. “You can talk to me,” he emphasizes.
Jake smiles smally, teasingly, at the remark. “Promise you won’t start panicking this time?” he asks.
Heeseung only rolls his eyes. “You said you were in pain, what was I supposed to do?” he asks, but shuts up nonetheless afterwards. He waits, the both of them silent, for Jake to speak again.
“It doesn’t really… hurt,” Jake begins, much to Heeseung’s confusion. He doesn’t voice that confusion though, and instead just runs his thumb along Jake’s fingers, waiting for him to elaborate. “It just… aches? And like, it’s really… wet. Down there.”
Heeseung throbs in his pants, and then actually fully registers what Jake had said, properly. Why is Jake talking about his arousal like that? Like he didn’t realize that the achy feeling that supposedly hurts is the result of pulsing, eager, and undealt with desire?
“Okay,” Heeseung says, nodding his head slowly. What else is he supposed to say to that? Should he say thank you? It is kind of reassuring to know that Jake is just as aroused as Heeseung is, but he’s not too sure what that would have to do with Jake asking to stop when he was most likely on the brink of coming. “Is that… bothering you?” Heeseung winces immediately after the words leave his mouth — what the fuck kind of question is that? There are definitely a hundred other, better things he could’ve ended up asking.
“Well, I just. I got overwhelmed.” Heeseung nods again. He was able to pick up on that. “Because, uh… this is so embarrassing—”
“Hey, no,” the older soothes, feeling his chest ache just a little bit. He doesn’t want Jake to feel embarrassed of all things right now. This seems like it’s an important conversation, and Heeseung is ready to treat it as such. No matter how distracting the boner between his legs is. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m listening, Jaeyun, I promise.”
Jake nods his head, but he still doesn’t meet Heeseung’s eyes again, just yet. So, Heeseung takes it upon himself to initiate conversation again. “Do you not want to do anything tonight? Because that’s fine, we don’t have to. We can stop.”
“I do,” Jake blurts out, just a bit too quickly. Heeseung blinks. “I do, really. It’s just. I got overwhelmed because… because no one’s ever made me feel like this before,” he says quickly. The words almost mesh into one, long breath, and Heeseung is surprised he even managed to understand what the younger said. “And I don’t—I don’t think I’ve ever actually like, had an orgasm, so hearing you—”
“You’ve never had an orgasm?” Heeseung finds himself interrupting, the words falling out of his mouth before he even realizes it. He wishes he could cut his tongue off, or like, punch himself in the gut right after the words leave his mouth though, because they most definitely weren’t the right things to say.
Jake deflates right in front of his eyes, curling in on himself as he insists that, “See, it is embarrassing! I told you,” he sniffs. Heeseung suddenly feels like a jerk.
“Wait—no, hey,” he begins, getting off the couch just so that he can crouch on the ground in front of the other. Like this, Heeseung can actually catch a glimpse of Jake’s face, even if he tries to hide it by looking to the side. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s not embarrassing. I think that you’re like, deserving of a lot of orgasms. I was just a bit surprised,” he explains as best he can. His best is clearly poor, but it seems to be enough for Jake, who can’t hide the way the corner of his lips twitch upwards. He’s looking down at where Heeseung is drawing circles on his thighs with his thumbs.
Then, Jake grabs one of those hands, lacing their fingers together. Heeseung releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I like you a lot, Jaeyun,” he reminds the other quietly, just because it felt like the right time to.
“I like you a lot too, hyung,” Jake whispers. He lets a couple seconds pass through them in silence, before guiding the hand he was holding higher up his thigh. Heeseung’s breath catches in his throat as his gaze follows their joint hands, and he thinks he hears Jake’s own breath get a little shaky too when he urges Heeseung’s hand closer to his crotch, between his legs. “Well, clearly I like you,” he laughs breathlessly, a quiet sound. “Since um. I think this is the first time I’ve been properly… like, horny.” Jake’s voice is so quiet, Heeseung barely hears it.
Just barely though — he does manage to make out the words, and his throat runs dry.
“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath. Heeseung snaps his eyes up from where his hand is quite literally only centimetres away from Jake’s arousal, to Jake’s face. It’s back to being flushed the prettiest shade of red Heeseung has ever seen. “I—do you want to continue?”
“I do,” Jake nods, spreading his legs just a bit more, urging Heeseung’s hand closer. It’s a bit too clear to the both of them where Jake wants him. “I told you, it—it hurts,” he whines softly, and Heeseung truly wishes he were a better man.
But he’s not, which is why that’s all it takes for him to cup Jake through his pants, putting pressure on his palm so that Jake is able to feel it everywhere. The stuttering gasp he receives in return is beyond rewarding, and the pieces about just why Jake is so reactive begin slotting together in his head.
Jake’s never had sex like this — sex where he’s actually horny, and just as wanting as his partner. The intensity of his arousal had been foreign enough to overwhelm him, and just the reminder of that is enough for Heeseung to get a head rush.
Now that Heeseung is using his hand, he can really feel how the material between their bare skin moves a bit too smoothly. Undoubtedly, Jake really is wet.
“Fuck,” he curses again, scrambling onto his knees hurriedly so that he can capture Jake’s lips in a kiss. He swallows the moans and whines, takes them all out of Jake’s mouth and wishes to have them pass down his own throat. “Can I—let me take you to bed?”
“Please,” Jake nods frantically, wrapping his arms around Heeseung’s neck when the latter begins to find purchase under his thighs.
They’re kissing again as Heeseung tries his very best not to crash into the wall or trip over a stray item he had forgotten to clean up as he takes them to his bedroom. He’s glad he had the foresight to not close his bedroom door, since it makes walking in and depositing Jake onto the bed that much easier.
He gets on top of Jake right after, his hands crawling underneath Jake’s loose, untucked button up shirt, feeling just how warm he is. His thumbs trace the ridges of Jake’s ribs, having the latter moan and arch up into his touch. Jake is the one who breaks their kiss first this time, finding the corner of Heeseung’s jaw and nipping at his skin. Heeseung hopes it leaves a mark.
His hands trail higher beneath Jake’s shirt, until his thumbs brush over the younger’s erect nipples, garnering a keening sound from him. Heeseung makes sure to keep that information tucked into the corner of his mind.
“Off,” Jake breathes against his skin. Heeseung has no idea what he’s talking about until he registers that Jake is tugging on the fabric of Heeseung’s t-shirt by the shoulders. “Take it off, hyung.”
“Yeah,” the older complies dumbly, sitting up on his heels so that he can pull his shirt over his head and off his body. With his hair tousled and his head out of the neck hole, the first thing Heeseung sees is Jake unbuttoning his own shirt, and then slipping it down his shoulders and off his arms.
Not for the first time tonight, Heeseung’s throat dries up. Before he can help himself, he pounces onto Jake, his mouth occupied with kissing down his chest, down his sternum, around the muscles of his slightly-defined abs which Heeseung is definitely internally losing his mind over.
“You’re gorgeous,” he hears Jake gasp from above him. He feels Jake’s hands smooth down the now bare planes of his shoulders, his warm, small palms running along his back and sending shivers down Heeseung’s spine.
“You’re gorgeous,” Heeseung counters, his words slightly muffled from how his mouth refuses to part with Jake’s skin, leaving a hickey, which he hopes bruises, just near his heart. “Shit, seriously. You’re so pretty, baby.”
When Heeseung finally pulls his head up, it’s to see Jake blushing horribly, his bottom lip once more caught between his teeth. Jake covers Heeseung’s hands with his own, sliding them down from his waist until they reach the waistband of his trousers. They lock eyes, and after receiving a nod from Jake, Heeseung’s greedy fingers find themselves working on unbuttoning the younger’s pants.
He’d be more ashamed about just how eager he is to get Jake’s pants off if, once again, he were a worse man. But he decides that there are in fact definitely worse things than being horribly attracted to the man of your dreams, who also just so happens to be the man you’re trying to get to be your boyfriend. So, there’s that.
He pulls Jake’s pants off first, and his brain almost short circuits at the sight of the wet spot on his panties. It’s dark and it’s big, and Jake is no doubt damp, given the way his thighs tense and he begins squirming under Heeseung’s intense gaze.
“Don’t just stare,” Jake huffs from above. Heeseung is able to pick up on the telltale note of shyness in his tone.
“Sorry. It’s just—” Heeseung exhales heavily, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Jake’s panties. “You’re pretty here too, Jaeyun-ah.”
Heeseung pulls Jake’s panties down his legs next, and has to bite back a groan when he sees a string of slick connect the fabric to his cunt, before snapping after he’s pulled the panties down far enough. Heeseung is suddenly made very aware of how he’s not too far from prematurely coming in his pants. But for now, he has to try his very best to ignore that. He wants to focus on Jake, completely.
Heeseung’s mouth latches onto the innermost part of Jake’s thigh, kissing the flushed and soft skin there. He means to be gentle with it, but he can’t help the innate desire to just… bite, a little. So he does. He takes the flesh between his teeth, hears Jake make a miserable sound above him, and decides that he definitely needs to hear more.
He lets his teeth dig into the flesh just a tiny bit, enough to maybe sting, and the reaction he gets of Jake’s hips minutely thrusting up is beyond worth it. He lets go, then soothes the sting with a soft kiss, before going higher. He sucks a bruise onto Jake’s thigh next, and then moves onto the other one to give it the same treatment.
It doesn’t take long, however, for Jake to grow impatient. He brings slightly his shaky hands down to Heeseung’s hair, tugging on the roots with less force than he had been doing earlier. Heeseung doesn’t pull his mouth away, but he does cast his eyes upwards, looking right at Jake’s flushed face, heaving chest.
“Not there,” the younger whines softly, gently urging Heeseung’s head higher — closer to where he really wants it. Heeseung is able to understand what he wants pretty quickly, but that doesn’t mean he won’t pass on the opportunity to hear Jake say it.
“Then where, baby?” Heeseung asks. He smooths one hand up Jake’s thigh, squeezing the flesh of it with a firm grip, watching, enticed, as the flesh spills from between the gaps of his fingers. Nudging his mouth just a hair's breadth away from Jake’s leaking, wet arousal, Heeseung whispers hotly, “You gotta tell hyung.”
“There,” Jake whimpers, trying to push his hips further closer to the heat of Heeseung’s mouth. The latter doesn’t let him though, his hand leaving Jake’s thigh just to grab his hip, pushing him down. His hot breath hits Jake’s cunt in spurts when he chuckles lowly, and even that sensation is enough for Jake to moan pitifully and tremble just a tiny bit. “Hyung, just—touch me, please.”
Heeseung hums, his unoccupied hand coming up to ghost the tips of his fingers above Jake’s folds. He’s being annoying and a tease — Heeseung knows this — but Jake’s reactions are just too good to pass up on. He quivers when just the smallest tip of Heeseung’s finger makes contact with his slit. Heeseung marvels at just how sensitive he is.
“Here?” the older prods, bringing two fingers to run over the outside of each other Jake’s folds. When the latter makes a distressed sound in the back of his throat, Heeseung moves those fingers to where Jake shines at his slit. Unable to help himself any longer, Heeseung succumbs to temptation and runs the pads of his two fingers along Jake’s wetness, gathering slick and moaning himself at just how much there is. “Or here, Jaeyun-ah?”
Jake moans lowly too, his head falling back into Heeseung’s pillows as his hips subconsciously follow Heeseung’s fingers, desperate for more. When the older doesn’t bring them back for another touch, despite wanting nothing more than to do so, Jake finally adheres to Heeseung’s request.
“Do it again, hyung, please,” he breathes out. His cheeks are mottled in a dark red blush, and his hair is mused from where it’d been against the sheets and the pillows. He finds Heeseung’s eyes again, opening his legs just a stretch wider. “Touch… touch my pussy.”
Heeseung knows Jake feels mortified, he can see it in the way his blush travels down all the way to his chest. But, Heeseung is a man of his word, so he brings his fingers back to drag along Jake’s folds once more, scooping up slick wetness along the length of his fingers.
Jake breathes out, sighing in satisfaction, and this time the older loosens his hold on Jake’s hip. He lets the other try and press closer, and relishes in the way his hips jump when Heeseung brings his thumb gently over his swollen clit.
Jake yelps, and he moans loudly when Heeseung does it again. Messily, he runs his thumb through Jake’s folds to lubricate his finger, before bringing it back to Jake’s clit with more pressure. The younger’s breathing goes back to coming out heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his body reacts to the sensation.
“Hyung—” Jake begins, one of his hands scrambling to find purchase against his sheets. Heeseung catches the hand, and laces their fingers together before pressing Jake down while the tips of his fingers prod at his hole. “Hyung, what—”
“You are so fucking wet,” Heeseung marvels, amazed by just how easily Jake’s hole accepts the beginning tip of his finger, with absolutely no resistance. “You could swallow my fingers right up, baby.”
Jake whimpers, squeezing Heeseung’s hand tighter. The latter flicks his gaze up, catching Jake’s eyes which are dilated with lust, dark with something Heeseung can only assume is desire. “Is that what you want?” he whispers. Heeseung prods his finger at Jake’s hole again, groaning softly when he realizes that it’d be far too easy to just shove one in there, right now. “Do you want hyung’s fingers?”
“I do,” Jake admits, breathless. He squirms on Heeseung’s bed, his free hand catching Heeseung’s forearm and practically guiding it to push into him deeper. To finally enter. “I want—I want hyung’s fingers inside. Hyung, please—”
Heeseung cuts off Jake’s begging with a kiss, because he’s pretty sure he would’ve definitely creamed his pants if he had to hear Jake beg for him even one more time.
But, since Jake asked so nicely, Heeseung brings all his attention onto gently easing his fingers into Jake’s cunt, slowly. Centimetre by centimetre, paying rapt attention to every sound which escapes Jake’s mouth. When half of his finger is nestled inside wet warmth, Heeseung looks back up to see Jake’s face scrunched up in pleasure.
“Good?” he asks. Jake nods his head. “More?” Jake’s nodding becomes vigorous, and so Heeseung breathes out a small laugh before pushing the rest of the length of his finger inside. Jake moans shakily at the intrusion, and Heeseung decides to quell him with more kisses.
He doesn’t move his finger, not yet, intent on getting Jake to relax even further as he explores the inside of his mouth with his tongue.
He’s kissed Jake like this before tonight. Just because Heeseung doesn’t put out on the first date doesn’t mean he won’t kiss someone on the first date. Or the second, or the third — you get the point. He’s made out with Jake a total of two other times before tonight, and every single one of those times had left him wanting more, reeling for more. So he takes tonight as his fill, and kisses Jake breathless, like he’s been waiting to do since the last time he was able to taste his mouth.
“Move,” Jake mumbles against his lips, wrapping one of his arms around Heeseung’s neck, just to keep him close. “Make me feel good, Heeseungie.”
And well, Heeseung would just be a downright idiot to deny Jake a request like that. He begins to wiggle his finger around, just to get Jake used to it, before pulling the digit out slowly, and pushing back in equally as slowly. It serves to do nothing but familiarize Jake with the feeling of Heeseung against his walls, as well as cause Jake’s breathing to turn into heavier, sharper pants.
Jake’s slick drips down Heeseung’s hand, but he doesn’t even entertain the idea of adding another finger just yet. He savours the feeling of just how soft Jake’s insides are instead, and how he clenches around his one finger.
“You can—” Jake gasps, using his arm to pull Heeseung even closer — he didn’t even know that was possible — mouthing at the corner of Heeseung’s lips. “A-Another. You can add another.”
Heeseung complies, but not before catching Jake’s lips in another kiss. Expectedly, Heeseung’s second finger doesn’t go in as easily as the first. No matter how wet and dripping Jake is, Heeseung is still met with resistance. So he takes even more time, carefully easing his ring finger in alongside the one already inside Jake.
The younger scrunches his eyes shut, and Heeseung resorts to kissing around his face — his temples and the hot, blushed highs of his cheeks — in what he hopes is a distraction. Jake’s breathing is heavy, and Heeseung can feel it against his own chest with how close they’re pressed together. Eventually, he manages to fit the second finger inside Jake snugly, next to the first. Again, he doesn’t move them in and out just yet, only wriggles them slowly so that Jake can get used to the feeling.
The only thing Heeseung knows about Jake’s sexual history is that he’s not a virgin. Heeseung thinks it’s safe to assume that he’s been with other people before, but if this is the most aroused Jake’s ever been… then he’s sure that Jake’s other partners were just really, really inattentive. From what he’s seen, it’s a bit easy to get Jake worked up, so long as you actually know how to do it.
Heeseung will take pride in being, apparently, the only one who knows how to.
“M-Move,” Jake requests again, shakier this time. He throws his head back against Heeseung’s pillow when the older obliges without preamble, breathing out through his mouth and making small sounds which get sent straight to Heeseung’s gut. His fingering can’t feel too good — not yet — but Heeseung has to wonder if Jake just feels more overwhelmed, if not anything else.
With now two fingers thrusting in and out of Jake’s hole, Heeseung becomes privy to the wet, slick sounds from the motions of his hand. Even more slick becomes pooling in the cusp of his palm. Admittedly, Heeseung is relatively easy — he has Jake splayed out beneath him, legs open, pussy dripping — so he’s not surprised when he feels himself becoming lightheaded. It makes sense; there’s not too sure blood going to his head, not when it’s all pooled in his dick.
Only slightly addicted to the wet sounds, Heeseung quickens the pace of his fingers. He hears Jake’s breath catch, but doesn’t look up to see. He can’t take his eyes off of how his fingers look moving in and out of Jake, or how his hole looks stretched around his digits.
“Jaeyun,” Heeseung all but moans, which is only a bit ridiculous since he’s not on the receiving end of any stimulation. Heeseung thinks anyone in his position would moan, though, when they have Jake’s pussy clenching around their fingers. “I need—I need to taste you, baby, fuck. Can I?” His words come out far too quickly, almost a bit rushed. But that lightheaded feeling from earlier is making itself present again, this time in the form of carnal need and desire.
He thinks he might die if he doesn’t get Jake on his tongue.
Jake nods his head, but Heeseung doesn’t see because he’s still transfixed by the motions going on between his legs. The younger gets his attention by pulling on his hair, though, snapping Heeseung’s eyes out as he groans in the back of his throat.
“You can,” Jake agrees, breathless yet again. He then pushes Heeseung’s head away — pushes it down — and while Heeseung likes to think that he doesn’t know greed, he can’t deny that faced with Jake’s wet and pink cunt, he’s greedy.
Heeseung laps at his clit before anything else, and Jake moans loudly from above him. He keeps pumping his fingers in and out, collecting slick on his tongue as he fills his mouth and his senses with the taste and scent of Jake. His tongue runs along the insides of his folds, where his rim is stretched around two fingers.
Once he’s done gathering all of Jake’s wetness, he brings his focus back to his clit. He takes the small nub between his lips, sucking on it softly. Jake gasps from above him, and the hand that’s still in Heeseung’s hair tightens. Maybe Jake knows what he’s doing, but Heeseung thinks that there’s a big chance that he doesn't. Either way though, the older accepts being shoved into Jake’s pussy, and takes it as an honour more than anything else.
He suctions his lips, doesn’t bother with trying to not be messy, since his spit just melds with Jake’s slick, and it makes the slide of his fingers easier, anyways. He gets comfortable too, and finally lays down properly on his front, holding down one of Jake’s thighs so that he can well and fully eat him out to his heart’s content.
In this position, he’s reminded of how his cock is still rock hard in his jeans. If Heeseung were even just a tad bit more selfish, he’d rip his jeans off right now. But he doesn’t want to part from Jake’s cunt before he has to, so he instead just lets his hips rut slowly against the mattress. He’d be more embarrassed about it if he cared — the only thing he cares about right now is wanting to know how tight Jake can clench around him when he comes.
“Hyung,” Jake moans, pushing his hips further into Heeseung’s mouth, onto Heeseung’s fingers. The latter has half the mind to ask Jake which sensation he’s chasing. “Hyung, I—I think I’m gonna come,” he whimpers, and it shouldn’t sound as hot as it does.
He remembers that Jake said he doesn’t think he’s ever had a proper orgasm. Which, unfortunately, makes a bit too much sense when Heeseung thinks about how a lot of people with vaginas probably don’t orgasm very often. It most likely doesn’t help that Jake only likes guys — Heeseung has had his fair share of experiences with vaginas, so hearing that Jake is close does nothing but make him work harder.
He wants to work harder to give Jake his first, real orgasm.
Thrusting his fingers faster, and angling them just a bit until he hears Jake moan the loudest he has all night, Heeseung sucks on the other’s clit harder. He can feel Jake’s thighs tense and flex under his hand, his hips jumping at every sensation he feels. It’s almost like he doesn’t know whether he wants to escape the feeling, or fall into more of it. Heeseung makes the decision easy by continuing to make sure Jake feels good.
The hand which Jake doesn’t have rooted into Heeseung’s scalp comes down scrambling in search of his own. Looking up with only his eyes, Heeseung makes eye contact with the younger as he grips his hand, tattooing the sight of Jake moaning and squirming against his pillows into his head. This night is definitely going into the corner of his brain which he dubs as his spank bank, for sure.
Heeseung continues to watch as Jake squeezes his hand the hardest he has all night, and lets out an ear-piercing moan that’s honestly bordering on a wail more than anything else. He keeps his eyes open, adamant on continuing to watch, as Jake lets what’s probably the first real orgasm of his life wash over him, and wrack through his body.
Jake’s cunt tightens around Heeseung’s fingers like a vice, almost impossibly so. The sensation makes Heeseung groan, his hips grinding down onto the mattress before he can help himself. Jake’s hips twitch, and his clit throbs where it’s still between his lips, his pussy pulsing with every wave of pleasure which comes over him.
Heeseung doesn’t take his fingers out, but he does slow them down. He also loosens the suction of his mouth, until he’s suckling softly as he helps Jake ride out the intense shocks of his orgasm. Somewhere along the way, Jake’s eyes had fallen shut, his grip in Heeseung’s hair falling lax. He watches as Jake’s chest heaves, and then as his eyes open. They look bleary and they look teary, and his cheeks are sanguine. Heeseung thinks he looks fucked out, but beyond that, he thinks Jake looks beautiful.
He looks incredibly beautiful, coming on Heeseung’s fingers, on his mouth.
“Oh my God,” Jake pants, his hand falling to Heeseung’s shoulder, pulling him up as best he can despite feeling like he has no strength left in his body. “Hyung, oh my fucking God.”
Heeseung finally lets go of Jake’s swollen clit, chuckling against his glistening pussy before giving his twitching hole a final kiss. He pulls his fingers out slowly, and tries not to pay too much mind to the way Jake makes a sad sound at the loss of something inside him. Instead, he crawls his way back on top of Jake, and kisses him square on the mouth.
Jake kisses him back enthusiastically, and seems more than adamant on wanting to lick into Heeseung’s mouth; along the roof of his mouth; suck on his tongue, in order to catch a remnant taste of himself.
“Feel good, baby?” Heeseung asks, because of course he has to. Nevermind the fact that his hand is completely wet, soaked in Jake’s fluids.
“So good,” Jake hums. He looks up at Heeseung with clumpy eyelashes, and the older can’t help but bring his clean(er) hand up to stroke at his cheek, endeared with the orgasmic glow on his face. “Is that… what a real orgasm is like?” he asks, back to being a bit timid. As if he wasn’t writhing and moaning against Heeseung’s sheets just a couple minutes ago.
Heeseung finds it cute though, so he just smiles and pecks Jake’s lips once more.
“Mmh,” he nods, rubbing his nose along Jake’s hairline. His hair has also become messy. “Good job, Jaeyun-ah. You did so good for me,” he tells him, unable to stop himself from nibbling on the shell of his ear just after.
Instead of words, Jake pulls him down for another kiss. This one is slower, and he’s languid with the way he opens his mouth, with the way he licks into Heeseung’s mouth. The older takes it in stride though, and at the end of the day, he knows he’d take whatever Jake gives him.
Which is why he also doesn’t do anything to stop Jake from rolling them over, until Heeseung is the one with his head against the pillows. Jake settles on his lap, mindful of resting his weight just underneath Heeseung’s straining erection.
“Hyung,” he begins, his hands already making their way towards Heeseung’s belt. He looks right into the older’s eyes as he says, “I want you to fuck me.”
Which is, admittedly, where Heeseung thought they were headed when he first shoved Jake against the elevator mirrors and started making out with him, around an hour and a half ago. But he’d been completely content to just rub one out in his bathroom after satisfying Jake. It seems like the younger has other plans, though, as his hands are already working on unbuckling his belt.
As Jake is pulling it out through the loops, Heeseung finds himself asking, “Are you sure?” What he doesn’t expect is for Jake to glare at him as a response. Heeseung puts his hands up in surrender, eyes wide and taken aback by the response. “I’m just asking! Are you sure you can go for another round?”
“Hyung.” Jake levels him with a look, and Heeseung finds himself gulping. Jake still continues to look directly at him as he begins unbuttoning and unzipping Heeseung’s jeans. “I’ve never been so turned on in my life, okay? I want—I need you to fuck me. Please?”
Well, if Jake was going to admit all of that, he didn’t need to tack on a please at the end to get what he wanted. Heeseung would be an idiot to say no — Heeseung doesn’t think he could say no even if the world were to end tomorrow.
“Yeah,” he nods dumbly, the way he finds himself doing so often around Jake. He doesn’t even realize that the younger has managed to fish his cock out until he feels his fingers wrap around him. Heeseung hisses, his hips bucking into Jake’s palm, because having something warm around him to give him actual stimulation after so long feels so fucking good. “W-Wait—let me take my jeans off,” he breathes out, chest already slightly heaving.
Again, he’d be more embarrassed if he cared. But he doesn’t think that there’s anything too embarrassing about letting Jake know that Heeseung has been so turned on this entire time, and that he’s extremely proud of himself for not already creaming his pants.
With a bit of struggle, Heeseung pushes his jeans and underwear off his legs. Jake is back in his lap immediately after, his hand back around his cock too. He bends down to litter the expanse of Heeseung’s throat with wet kisses and sharp nips, jerking him off slowly as he does.
As nice as it is, because of how on edge he’s been, Heeseung has to warn Jake that, “If you keep going, I’m gonna come.”
Jake only kisses him. He does let go though, a bit reluctantly, and lets Heeseung slide him off his lap, so that he can reach into his bedside table and retrieve lube and condoms.
Jake looks at the items curiously. “Why do you need that?” he asks softly. When Heeseung turns to look back at him, he sees that Jake is eyeing the bottle of lube laying on the mattress. “You said—you said I was wet. Really wet.”
“Well, yeah,” Heeseung shrugs, settling next to Jake comfortably again. The latter backs up until he’s propped up against the pillows by Heeseung’s headboard. The older takes a spare pillow, bringing it to Jake’s hips. “Up,” he instructs, and Jake follows easily. The obedience sends a pang of arousal straight to his gut — he too needs to fuck Jake. “But we still lube. You know. To be on the safe side.”
Jake nods slowly, but he still looks like he’s hearing about something like this for the first time. Just as Heeseung finishes sliding the pillow beneath the younger’s hips, he fixes him with a look. “Has no one used lube with you before?” he asks carefully, already dreading the answer. He has an inkling of what it could be, after all.
And unfortunately, he’s not too surprised when Jake shakes his head no. Smiling a bit sadly, Heeseung leans down to peck Jake’s lips softly.
“That’s not safe, Jaeyun-ah. It might hurt if we don’t, and I don’t want to hurt you,” he says against his mouth. Heeseung feels more than sees Jake’s lips stretch into a small smile.
“Okay,” he nods. He opens his legs wider to accommodate Heeseung between them. He also follows the movement of Heeseung’s hand as he picks up the condom. “But. Do we have to use… that?” he asks, timidly yet again.
Heeseung is confused for all of two seconds, before he registers that Jake is looking at the condom in his hand. He splutters.
“You don’t want to use a condom?” he clarifies, just to make sure they’re on the same page.
Funnily enough, Jake can’t even look at him when he speaks next. As if Heeseung didn’t have his mouth on his cunt, like, fifteen minutes ago.
“I mean—if you’re clean, then we don’t have to,” he mumbles. “I haven’t seen anyone in a long time, and I got tested before out first date—”
“Okay,” Heeseung agrees, far too quickly. And well, can you blame him? Jake just gave him the green light (yes — he is clean), and he’s not going to like, pass that opportunity up. And anyways, Jake’s the one who asked for it, and once again, Heeseung would be a fool to deny Jake anything. Heeseung would get on a rocketship and go bring him a star, if that’s what he wanted.
“Okay,” Jake smiles, and then they’re kissing again.
Heeseung has lost count of just how many times he’s found himself locking lips with Jake tonight, but he’s definitely not complaining. He thinks he can spend the rest of time kissing Jake, if he really wanted. He’s a shit multitasker, yet he somehow finds a way to manage popping the lube open with one hand. Unfortunately though, he has to break their kiss to be able to coat his fingers with the cool gel.
Jake watches silently as Heeseung brings his lubed fingers back to his hole, and just like before, Heeseung is gentle as he begins pushing two fingers in at once. Jake’s breath catches in his throat, but he adjusts quicker this time, familiar with the feeling since it hasn’t been long since Heeseung made him come. He’s definitely more sensitive though, and his insides feel like they’re raw as Heeseung pumps his cool, wet fingers in and out.
“Heeseungie,” Jake calls when he feels a third finger probing at his rim. Heeseung’s intention is to get Jake used to the feeling of something bigger inside of him, but he becomes only momentarily distracted when Jake calls his name. He hums, and gently eases the third finger in. “I really… I really like you, hyung,” he whimpers, turning his face into the pillows to stifle his noises.
But Heesueng loves hearing Jake’s noises. So he brings his unoccupied hand up to cup Jake’s cheek, turning his head back until they can look at each other. The moment their eyes meet, Heeseung can feel Jake clench around his fingers. He smiles at the reaction, and pecks Jake’s lips softly, once.
“I really like you too, Jaeyun-ah,” he tells the younger. He keeps their faces close so that he can keep looking into Jake’s eyes as he thrusts his three fingers into Jake at a moderate pace. “Thank you for trusting me.”
Jake moans, shaking his head. He holds Heeseung by the waist, his small hand sending goosebumps down Heeseung’s spine.
“Don’t say thank you,” he insists. Whether Jake knows it or not, his hips cant up onto Heeseung’s fingers. “You deserve it, hyung. You—you make me feel good,” he says through a whimper, just as Heeseung pulls his wet, sopping fingers out of Jake’s equally as sopping hole.
“I’ll make you feel even better, baby,” the older promises, squeezing another generous amount of lube onto his palm, this time using it to stroke his cock, covering it with the wet and cool gel. Heeseung knows that if he spends even a minute more doing this, he’s going to come. And then he actually will be embarrassed, because the point is that he needs to fuck Jake right now or he’s pretty sure he’s going to die. And if it’s not that dramatic, then he’s pretty sure Jake is going to kill him.
Despite all the thorough preparation and the copious amounts of lube both saturating Jake’s hole and Heeseung’s cock, the latter still moves slowly and carefully as he guides the tip of his cock into Jake.
Suddenly, he feels beyond nervous. He’s overcome with enough emotion that he feels like he might throw up — and that’s just all kinds of unsexy. His heart quite literally hurts in his chest when he looks up to see that Jake is already staring at him with a look of unbridled trust in his eyes. His legs are open, and he’s so flushed that he looks nothing short of perfect, and he trusts Heeseung enough to give him a space between his legs, and between his heart.
Slightly choked up, and unable to help himself, Heeseung leans down to kiss Jake. It’s much harder than anything else they’ve shared tonight, but Heeseung hopes it’s a kiss which conveys just how much he feels right now, in this moment. He hopes the kiss conveys just how much he feels for Jake.
With their lips still locked, Heeseung begins pushing into Jake’s pussy. Every sound Jake makes is vibrated against his lips, even the ones of slight discomfort. Heeseung tries to kiss Jake through it though, intent on distracting him enough for the moment. Heeseung’s cleaner hand finds Jake’s waist, squeezing him soothingly while inching the rest of his length into him.
Jake’s sounds only get louder, a drawn out, slightly pained moan breaking their kiss eventually.
“I know,” Heeseung shushes, kissing all over Jake’s face. Despite the younger quite literally suffocating his cock, Heeseung stills his hips to let Jake get used to the feeling. The latter’s hands have found their way back to his arms, once again digging his nails into the muscle. Heeseung doesn't mind this time though. “I know, baby…”
A sound akin to a sob tumbles out from Jake’s lips, before he’s burying his face into Heeseung’s shoulder and trying to muffle himself. Heeseung just does what he can in this position, and kisses the side of Jake’s neck, the back of his shoulder.
“H-Hyung, I…” Jake shudders, lips wet where they’re pressed to Heeseung’s collarbone. The latter hums to show that he’s listening. “… Full,” he whimpers. “I feel f-full, hyung.”
Heeseung can’t help the guttural sound which crawls out of his throat at the admission, pulling back just enough to see Jake’s face. His slightly watery eyes, his cherry cheeks, his red mouth. His messy, midnight hair, and his perfect, perfect gaze.
“Fuck,” he whispers, in relation to more than one thing. He’s going to fuck Jake, but he also feels like he’s just been punched in the fucking gut, drowning in just how much Jake makes him feel. It shouldn’t make sense, just how enamoured Heeseung has become with Jake in such a relatively short period of time, but it’s not like the older will complain. Heeseung must’ve saved a country in his past life, or something, if he gets to have Jake like this, all to himself. “Jaeyun—”
“Fuck me,” Jake interrupts, making a small, wounded sound when Heeseung’s hips jerk slightly on their own accord. He can feel his resolve slipping second by second, and the desperate look in Jake’s eyes alongside the desperation in his voice does nothing but make it slip quicker. “I-It’s okay. Fuck me,” he insists.
“Sure?” Heeseung asks, one more time before anything else. Jake nods his head vehemently, and Heeseung is unsure whether or not he clenches around him on purpose or not.
And well, the last of Heeseung’s resolve completely crumbles. He pulls his hips back halfway, and then pushes into Jake in one, fluid motion. Everything in his body is urging him to go faster, to go deeper, to feel the smooth drag of Jake’s warm walls along his cock, but he still has to be mindful. This is Jake, and Heeseung said he didn’t want to hurt him. No matter how much he wants nothing more than to sheath himself into Jake’s cunt forever, he still has decency.
Well, a semblance of it, at the very least.
Heeseung begins with small thrusts, keeping them a bit on the slower side too. He waits until the sounds Jake begins letting out are less strained and more molten with raw pleasure. And thankfully, for both their sakes, it doesn’t take too long. The slight pained edge in Jake’s moans dissolves into a keening, high sound. Jake clenches around him deliciously with every drag, with every thrust. It gives Heeseung enough confidence to pick up the pace, and to pull out farther before sliding back in.
Jake’s body rocks along the mattress beneath him, and if Heeseung had any more shame in him, then he’d worry about his neighbours. He’s not too sure how thick the walls are. But in all honesty, he doesn’t care. He loves hearing Jake moaning beneath him, loves the small hiccups, the whines, and the whimpers he punches out of the man with every thrust into his warm and wet cunt.
“So fucking good, Jaeyun,” Heesueng grunts, the hand that had been on Jake’s waist beginning to squeeze tighter before he even realizes it. The younger squirms beneath him, and Heeseung has half the mind to wonder if his fingers will leave a bruise. Deep down, he hopes so. “You feel good, baby.”
Jake doesn’t reply with words, and Heeseung thinks that it’s partly because he can’t. His mouth remains open around his moans instead of words. The acknowledgement that Heeseung does get, however, is in the form of Jake wrapping his legs around Heeseung’s hips, crossing his ankles on the small of his back. Like this, Heesueng has no choice but to be pulled in—
“Deeper,” Jake insists, the end of his words bleeding into a drawn out moan. “I want—I want it deeper, Heeseungie hyung,” he says, raking his nails down Heeseung’s arms right after.
The older hisses at the stinging sensation left behind, but doesn’t waste any time obliging to what Jake wants. There’s more force behind his thrusts now, forcing himself into Jake impossibly deeper. There’s not much Heeseung can deduce from how far he’s managed to reach, but he doesn’t think it matters too much.
What matters is that Jake can definitely feel it deeper, if the wanton moan he lets out is anything to go by. Heeseung also sees Jake weave a hand between their bodies, bringing it down until he can messily fondle with his clit. He’s relieved to see the sight, more than anything else — Heeseung hadn’t been sure how much longer he would’ve been able to hold on for.
He felt like exploding the second he’d been wrapped around tightly in Jake’s heat, but knowing that the younger isn’t too far off from coming too makes Heeseung feel less ashamed to focus on chasing his own orgasm now.
He’d been feeling it bubble in his stomach for the better part of the past ten minutes, but now he can really indulge in it. He focuses on the sounds filling the room — the sounds of Jake’s voice, and the sounds of the slick wetness that squelches every time their hips meet. In retrospect, it should be kind of gross. But it turns Heeseung on so much that he thinks he’s okay with being gross for loving it, if that’s what it means.
“I want to come,” Jake whimpers, right against Heeseung’s mouth. The latter didn’t even notice when Jake had come close enough to speak his words right onto his lips. He’s looking right at Heeseung — big, wet eyes blown wide as he stares right at him. As he stares right into Heeseung’s soul.
Jesus Christ, Heeseung would give him the entire fucking world if he asked with that look on his face.
“Then come,” Heeseung urges, becoming breathless with the closer he comes to his impending orgasm. He brings a hand down between them too, and nudges Jake’s away so that he can use the pads of his own fingers to circle Jake’s clit himself. “I know you can…You can come, baby.”
Heeseung watches for the second time as pleasure overtakes Jake’s features. He gets to see it from closer this time though, as his jaw slackens, and as his eyes roll into the back of his head. Jake’s mouth opens around the prettiest moans Heeseung has ever heard in his entire fucking life, and he feels Jake orgasm properly, this time.
His cunt tightens around his cock, to the point where Heeseung thinks he might start crying with how insane he feels. Jake’s body goes taut for a couple seconds before he’s trembling, thrashing on the sheets as his orgasm crashes over his body in waves. He quivers, and he sounds pretty as he writhes against Heeseung’s sheets.
Jake is loud when he comes, one of his hands gripping the pillow under his head, while the other is digging so deep into Heeseung’s arm he briefly wonders if the younger’s goal is to draw blood. But he relaxes soon enough, the tension unravelling from his body as he melts into the sheets. A boneless heap after his intense, earth shattering orgasm.
The feeling of experiencing Jake’s orgasm while inside him, and hearing all the sounds while watching Jake’s face, is enough to have the coil in Heeseung’s gut threaten to snap too. He makes to pull out, because coming inside Jake without asking is just rude, but he can’t.
Literally. Because Jake is crying out, locking his legs behind Heeseung’s hips again, blinking up at him with watery eyes, filled to the brim with tears. He blinks once, and Heeseung almost comes instantly at the sight of the droplets falling down Jake’s cheeks.
“Inside,” Jake tells him, breathless, his voice thin. But he sounds adamant, and after seeing those tears, Heeseung has no doubt that Jake really will start crying if Heeseung doesn’t give him what he wants. “You h-have to come in me,” he insists.
Well, Heeseung doesn’t have to… but when Jake puts it like that, the idea of not obeying just sounds like a sin.
So it’s with a thick, guttural moan that Heeseung ends up finally, finally coming inside Jake. His cum is warm as it fills the younger up, the latter moaning quietly, contently at the feeling. Heeseung doesn’t understand the appeal too much for the receiving end, but he supposes that so long as Jake likes it, that’s all that really matters at the end of the day.
Heeseung’s head is tucked into Jake’s shoulder while he tries to catch his breath. He can hear Jake panting into his ear as he tries to do the same. Their chests meet with every rise and fall, with every heavy breath they take. Heeseung acknowledges that he has to move (unfortunately) and actually pull out (even more unfortunate) before the mixture of cum and lube begins drying between them in a sticky, uncomfortable mess.
He pulls his head away, but before he can get too far, Jake is cupping his face with shaky hands, pulling him down for the sloppiest kiss Heeseung has ever experienced in his life.
There’s no finesse, and he chalks that up to the fact that Jake is spent after two orgasms. Two real orgasms at that — Heeseung would be lying if he said his ego isn’t even a bit inflated.
“I…” Jake begins, breathing heavily still. There’s sweat matting some of his hair to his forehead, so Heesueng brings a hand up to brush it away. “I want you to be my boyfriend, hyung.” The hand freezes, and he feels his heart stop.
But then it begins beating again, far too rapidly to be considered normal.
“Yeah?” he whispers, because it’s the only thing his lizard brain can come up with, when he’s still sheathed in Jake, cum and lube dripping out of him, heart beating a mile a minute and likely about to send him into cardiac arrest at any second.
Jake grins, seemingly already used to the older’s antics.
He kisses Heeseung’s lips once more, and then he nods. “Yeah.”