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3:24 AM. Ni-ki sighs as his blurry vision focuses on the uncomfortably bright display of his phone.
Yet another night where Ni-ki finds himself getting up to wander around the dorm aimlessly, to stare out the window, to check the fridge despite his stomach being the size of a fist, before laying on the sofa in their living room and scrolling through Twitter. Could he not do this from his own bed? Well, he could, but he's restless.
On nights like this where he randomly wakes up at unorthodox hours and struggles to go back to sleep, he simply can't sit still. There's an itch inside him, something that bothers him. He doesn't know what it is, and it's becoming harder to ignore as days go by.
They have a fansign later today, he remembers. He needs to rest, but even away from the snoring of his three roommates, he simply can't get himself to close his eyes and turn his brain off.
He puts his phone aside and presses his palms against his closed eyes so hard that a constellation of patterns arise behind his eyelids. He sits there for a while longer, trying to even out his breathing with some meditation.
When Jake wakes up to pee, he doesn't expect to see all the lights in the living room turned on. Were they under attack? Is there a burglary going on? Is it just their manager and he's overreacting again?
Jake slowly makes his way into the living room as he attempts to blink away his tiredness, spotting Ni-ki on the sofa, lying there in complete silence.
"Ni-ki?" He croaks out, and the teen startles.
Ni-ki sits up on his elbows and nods in acknowledgement, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards as he takes in Jake's sleepy face. He shifts to sit properly on the couch, strained muscles aching at the movement.
"Why… Why aren't you in bed?" Jake slurs, cutely rubbing his tired eyes. Ni-ki's heart nearly skips a beat - his hyung kind of resembles a bunny pawing the sleepiness away and he's kind of weak for him.
With a gulp, Ni-ki replies, "Mm, I couldn't sleep anymore."
Jake hums and walks over, sitting down next to him. He leans his head on Ni-ki's shoulder, "Something the matter?" He quietly asks, putting his big hand on the boy's skinny leg.
Ni-ki's eyes follow it instinctively, and he tries not to flinch, but Jake's touch burns.
Huh. How lame can he be? His whole body is on fire just because his friend is clinging onto him.
"I… I just feel so overwhelmed… Like there's too much going o-on in my head," he stutters when Jake's veiny hand wraps around his leg, squeezing softly before massaging along it.
"I can tell," Jake replies. He runs his fingers over Ni-ki's thigh and digs his nails into the skin, sending shivers down the teen's spine.
Ni-ki digs his fingers into the couch in an attempt to ground himself. Jake's innocent touches are getting him so hot and bothered, he can't help how embarrassed and guilty he feels, "Hyung… What are you…"
Jake stops his movements and opens his eyes, taking in Ni-ki's flustered form. The boy hangs his head low and avoids eye contact, with his hands clenched into fists. Jake presses his palm more firmly against Ni-ki's inner thigh and his eyes widen at the boy's quiet gasp. So small, anyone would have missed it, but now, in the dead of night, Jake's undivided attention is on Ni-ki's every movement.
Jake licks his lips and gets more comfortable against Ni-ki's shoulder, his hand moving upwards to caress near the boy's crotch. He holds his breath, only giving Ni-ki as much as the boy allows him.
Ni-ki's holding his breath the whole time, in disbelief at how good such small touches feel. What he thought were unintentional, friendly pats become something more as Jake's fingertips ghost over his clothed groin.
"Mmh," Ni-ki properly trembles under Jake's hand, movement startling the boy's careful hand. His thin pyjama shorts do nothing to hide his swelling bulge and he just so desperately wants to hide. But just as much, he wants- he needs to come, in Jake's hand preferably.
Jake bites his lip and with one last glance to confirm Ni-ki is okay, he takes his cock into his hand. Ni-ki's legs open wider on instinct and he melts into Jake's scorching touch. It's too awkward to lift his head from where it hangs low, in shame, with his long, blonde hair and darker tips falling into his face.
The angle is a bit uncomfortable, and Jake's hand starts to cramp up, but Ni-ki's whimpers distract him before he can make a change, "Good?" He asks, voice just barely above a whisper.
Ni-ki nods eagerly, bucking his hips into his hyung's gentle hand that keeps on massaging his length. Jake takes it as a sign to go further. With the back of his hand, he guides Ni-ki to lean back against the couch and give him space. Jake turns his body towards Ni-ki's and places his free hand on the boy's bare thigh, keeping his legs open.
Deft fingers make their way inside Ni-ki's pants. Jake isn't surprised that he's not wearing underwear - Ni-ki is all about comfort. When he takes the cock into his hand, both of them gasp, "Christ, you're massive," Jake mutters in disbelief.
Ni-ki throws his head back and groans, hiding his face behind his arm, "Hyuuung," he whines.
When Jake takes him out of his confines, he curses. He's not sure if he's jealous, or impressed. Perhaps both. Whatever genes Ni-ki was blessed with, he wishes he had them. Tall and a proportionally long dick. Jake's own twitches at the sight, but he prefers to solely focus on Ni-ki.
He begins stroking the length, digging his thumb into the frenulum, following along the throbbing veins, tapping at the beads of precum that collect at the tip before smearing them down Ni-ki's cock. He relishes in the boy's reactions - it's obvious he's trying to hold back, but he's a lost cause. Jake bets he's not gonna last much longer.
"So dirty, Ni-ki-kun… You're just letting hyung jerk you off in the middle of the living room? With all the lights on? Do you so desperately want to get caught by the other members?" Jake whispers into his neck and Ni-ki's hips jolt off the couch as an electric shock of arousal travels through him.
Ni-ki shakes. He hasn't been in his right mind this whole time, he even forgot where they were. Jake is right. The members could wake up and see them in such a compromising situation.
"Heh, you seem to like the idea of that," Jake giggles.
Ni-ki is about to retort and deny the accusation, but he realises his cock is doing all the talking for him, exposing his filthiest fantasies, "Hyung…" He whispers simply instead, feeling betrayed by his throbbing length.
"You want that, hm? Want to get caught by your other hyungs. That's cute… What do you want them to do to you?" Jake asks, the hand that's jerking Ni-ki off slowing down while the other squeezes at his thigh before moving to play with Ni-ki's tight balls.
The teenager tries to get the friction on his weeping cock back, rocking his hips, but Jake's hold tightens around him like a cock ring, "You have to tell me if you wanna come," Jake instructs, continuing to gently fondle his sack.
Ni-ki cries in desperation. What the hell did he get himself into?! This is like his best wet dream and worst nightmare into one. He so badly wants to come with his favourite hyung’s hands on him, but he can't believe he's being forced to relay all of his filthy thoughts about the members just to get there.
"Come on… Think I don't see how you look at us during practice? Hm? When the sweat makes our shirts cling to our bodies, or when our pants hang too low on our hips?" Jake teases, pecking Ni-ki's neck, "Heeseungie-hyung and I talk about it all the time. About how cute you are, thinking you're being sneaky."
"Hyung, what are you- Jake-hyung, please…" Ni-ki feels insane from arousal. His hyungs talk about him? They think about him… Like that? He might cry.
"Who do you fantasise about the most?" Jake's attacks are endless and unrelenting. He's so evil and it turns Ni-ki on so much, "Be honest, come on. Is it me?"
Ni-ki nods, followed by an embarrassed groan as he thrusts up into Jake's hand reflexively.
Jake's cock leaks at the cute admission. He was indeed hoping that would be the answer, "Aw, that's cute, Ni-ki-ya… Do you have a little crush on hyung? Do you like me?" He smiles against Ni-ki's feverishly hot skin, pressing more kisses to the column of his throat. He regains his pace, jerking the boy off towards his release.
Ni-ki’s hand flies to hold Jake’s wrist - unsure whether he wants to stop him or encourage him. He holds it for support, crying adorably as a familiar heat in his belly spreads throughout his insides, “Y-yes, I like- I like hyung a lot,” he whines, bucking into Jake’s hand like he’s fucking a wet, warm hole. He tilts his head to the side and lets Jake leave his mark all over him.
Pretending his heart didn’t nearly burst out of his chest, Jake chuckles as he continues his ministrations to Ni-ki’s big yet pathetic cock, “Come for hyung, then. Make a mess,” he grunts, swirling his fingers across the boy’s tip.
Ni-ki slaps a hand over his mouth as he sees white when he comes, hard and in huge loads between Jake’s skilled fingers, and all over his pyjamas.
Jake chuckles as he milks him dry before he removes his hand from Ni-ki’s spent cock, watching the boy attempt to catch his breath while still recovering from the aftershocks of his orgasm. Jake presses the heel of his clean palm against his own hard cock and groans, thinking about how he’s gonna solve his problem in the bathroom once he’s seen Ni-ki to his bed, “Come on, duckling, let’s get you-”
“Hyung,” Ni-ki’s shaky voice whispers and in the next second he’s on top of Jake’s thigh, looking down at him with his furrowed brows and plump lips jutted out into a pout. His curious hands are careful as he takes Jake’s cock out of his sweatpants. His fingers tremble with uncertainty but all Jake can do is watch him in awe. Their maknae is so handsome, yet so adorable as his tongue peeks out, concentration clear on his face. He’s so focused on doing a good job in everything he picks up.
“You don’t have to, Ni-ki-kun,” Jake tells him gently.
“Hyung, I- I was serious. I like you,” Ni-ki looks down at where he’s holding Jake’s thick cock between his long fingers, tugging at it shyly as the older boy lets out sounds of approval, “I wanna do it…”
Jake looks up at his reddening face and bites his lip, trying to hide his smile, “I like you too, cutie,” he admits, and Ni-ki finally looks into his eyes for longer than half a second. His mouth drops agape as he tries to analyse whether Jake is joking or not. The latter takes the opportunity to stick his cum-coated fingers into Ni-ki’s mouth, and the teen knows what to do before Jake even tells him. He’s been waiting for this, Jake thinks to himself.
Ni-ki sucks on Jake’s fingers with a feral thirst, moaning as he tastes himself on the older boy’s skin. He ruts his soft cock against Jake’s thigh as he jerks him off, all while Jake sits back and watches him. He keeps his fingers inside Ni-ki’s pretty mouth even after they’re clean and Ni-ki has swallowed all of the cum, just to imprint the image of his thick lips into his mind, “Holy shit,” Jake moans as his imagination runs wild while looking at the vulgar scene in front of him.
“What are you thinking about, hyung?” Ni-ki asks, muffled by Jake’s fingers. He tries to turn the tables around and embarrass his hyung like he did earlier.
Jake stares at him through hooded eyelids as Ni-ki continues pumping his hard cock, “About your pretty lips on my cock and me coming down your throat,” he smirks as Ni-ki realises he got caught into his own trap, doubling over in shock. His whole body locks and his legs clench around Jake’s thigh. The latter can feel wetness on his skin, “God, I can feel you leaking like a girl, heh,” Jake giggles, “Perhaps you should call me oppa?”
Ni-ki might actually cry. He’s so tired now, and the arousal is making him delirious. He leans forward to take Jake’s fingers further down, gagging on them and sputtering but not backing off, instead looking directly at his hyung and jerking him off quicker.
He sucks hard on the digits and lets them fall out of his mouth while strings of spit still connect them. He gives them a few kitten licks, before whispering, “Oppa,” and Jake is a complete goner. He wraps a hand around the one Ni-ki has on his cock and he tightens its hold, thrusting into the boy’s hand until he comes into his warm fist, spilling all over himself.
Ni-ki watches the way Jake’s face contorts with each movement and he does his best to satisfy his hyung. When he’s tugged the last drop out, Ni-ki brings his dirty hand to his mouth and laps the come off, licking and swallowing every stray dot off his lips. Jake curses and brings Ni-ki’s head closer until their lips are a mere breath away from each other. The teenager gasps shyly as if they didn’t just jerk each other off on the communal sofa of their dorm living room.
Ni-ki closes his eyes and anticipates the next part eagerly, wetting his lips in preparation. Jake can’t help how cute he finds him, so he presses their mouths together and gives him exactly what he wants. He kisses Ni-ki softly, yet full of need, and the younger boy wonders how he hasn’t exploded yet.
Literally, but also in his pants. He’s hard again, and Jake feels it too, where wetness digs into his thigh.
“Fuck, Ni-ki… God, we’re never going back to bed at this rate,” Jake whispers, grabbing Ni-ki’s waist and turning them over and laying the boy down against the couch, hovering on top of him, with his knees between Ni-ki’s open legs, “Ah, shit… Look at you, I wanna fuck you so bad now…” Jake groans, kissing the boy harder.
Ni-ki wraps his arms around Jake’s shoulders and begs, “Please, please, hyung, will you?” He asks, broken up by Jake’s wet kisses.
“We can’t, duckie,” Jake plants a placating kiss on Ni-ki’s lips and ignores the younger boy’s whines, “Come sleep in my bed, mkay? Hyung will cuddle you,” he offers, instead.
Ni-ki shies away as he’s being treated like a baby again, but he nods anyway. He relishes in Jake’s messy kisses that follow - clearly neither one wants to move. Their tongues are tangled and there’s spit dripping down their chins, their teeth have clashed a couple of times, but Ni-ki simply can’t get enough now that he’s had a taste of Jake, of playing with one of his hyungs.
They’re so overwhelmed by each other’s presence that they don’t even notice the new entity in the living room until they hear a voice speaking to them, “Huh, why was I not invited to this party?”
Their heads snap in the direction of the hallway, where Heeseung stands barefoot, in his pyjamas, with his hair sticking in random directions. He can barely keep his eyes open in the brightness of the living room, but he’s awake enough to be upset about being left out. He squints at them disapprovingly and crosses his arms, but Jake just continues slurping their mixed spit off Ni-ki’s raw and bitten lips.
“Go to bed, guys. Riki is mine tomorrow, though,” Heeseung announces his intentions and heads back to his room, turning off the living room lights behind him.
Ni-ki blushes furiously at the thought of what’s to come.