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Jeongin comes with a grunt. He’s never felt this way before so out of control and hiring. He just wants to fuck. For a split second, he thinks anyone will do, but he knows that’s not true, knows there’s only one person he wants laid out, or bent over for him.
It’s been a week and Jeongin can’t help but jerk off every chance he gets. Hard and punishing and fast like he’s ripping the orgasm out of himself. He doesn’t want to be gentle, wants it to hurt, to be too rough with himself - no slick other than a little spit on his palm.
He feels fucking feral and there’s only one person that can satisfy him and yet leaves him wanting. Seungmin. Bittersweet Seungmin. Jeongin wouldn’t have believed how right it felt when he had Seungmin on his hands and knees and begging. Eating Seungmin out like he was ravenous to the sweet sounds of Seungmin keening for more. Jeongin gave him more, gave him everything, and the release was world altering.
He can’t look at Seungmin without seeing him naked, and aching. It was one weekend. A fuckfest with nary a stitch in clothing in sight. And Jeongin fucked. Fucked Seungmin’s ass, and his throat and his thighs when Seungmin was too sore and tender with his hole swollen and gaping with a trail of Jeongin’s come.
Fuck.
Jeongin’s worried that he’s the only one feeling like he’s losing his mind. Seungmin is acting like everything is normal as if they didn’t swap almost every bodily fluid. He’s worried that every time he looks at Seungmin that everything he’s thinking is written on his face. Turns out it doesn’t matter if he’s that obvious Seungmin doesn’t make eye contact and makes sure they’re never alone together.
“We’re friends. It’s just what friends do,” Seungmin had said when he got to his knees and Jeongin wanted to fight, wanted to say that Seungmin was a fucking idiot because friends don’t just suck each others dicks. Jeongin didn’t say that though, wanted Seungmin’s mouth more than he wanted to be right.
Jeongin is right. He knows something has to give and is going to take his chances after this dorm meeting Minho has arranged. He doesn’t think he has to when Seungmin of his own violation comes to sit next to Jeongin on the couch.
Jeongin stares, he knows he does, can’t help but get caught off guard and transfixed on things, on people, on Seungmin and his fucking everything. He thinks he’s managing as well as he can, but it doesn’t stop him from tensing, on high alert when Seungmin’s thigh touches his. The heat scorches. Jeongin wants to bite along that pale throat, those inner thighs, everywhere so everyone fucking knows.
He thought that he was out of control before but that has nothing on how he’s feeling when he meets Seungmin’s eyes, pupils blown wide and looking lost. It’s now that he’s actually about to lose it. Seungmin licks his lips and Jeongin wants to bite those bloody as well. Runs his tongue along his teeth to gage how sharp they are.
“I can’t stop thinking of you,” the words are a balm, spoken in almost a whisper, shaky at best and quivering at worst. Jeongin dick has a Pavlovian reaction at the sound, that pitch, that tremble in Seungmin’s voice and pulses. Seungmin licks his lips again and Jeongin knows Seungmin’s remembering how Jeongin’s hands felt tight in his hair, how it felt to have his mouth stuffed with Jeongin’s cock, drooling and whimpering and letting Jeongin slake his lust one thrust at a time.
Jeongin knows what he has to do right now. Not what he wants. What he wants is to tell everyone to get the fuck out and go to town on such a pretty, and pliant Seungmin. He can’t do that because, even though he’s the maknae, he’s still the responsible one between the two of them. That makes him hesitate, clench his fist and his jaw, and narrow his eyes. Seungmin would let him, wouldn’t he? Wouldn’t give a fuck that they’d get walked in on, just wants and wants and doesn’t care for the consequences.
“You gotta calm down Minnie,” he tries to sound gentle and soothing but he thinks he misses the mark with how Seungmin’s cheeks pink and his mouth drops open, just a little, just enough. Jeongin holds in a groan, holds in everything.
“Can’t you just touch me? Just a little,” Seungmin leans in close, “I’m so hard, it wouldn’t take much,” Jeongin can’t help but grit his teeth, feels mean, but he figures Seungmin deserves it. Acting like nothing was different, that nothing had changed, making Jeongin feel like a fool.
“Thought we were just friends, you know, doing what friends do,” Jeongin doesn’t keep the bite out of his words and makes sure his smile is knife sharp. Seungmin flinches, and curls into himself a little.
Instant remorse.
“I just didn’t want to pressure you to return my feelings,” looking back Jeongin should have realized that Seungmin for all his bark, has no bite, is sensitive to a crippling degree. Jeongin can’t do anything about it now.
“Okay puppy,” Jeongin placates, voice soft and it does the opposite because Jeongin can see Seungmin’s desperation at the nickname and Jeongin curses himself. “We probably have a couple minutes before the others get home. I could do it. Put my hand down your pants, and jerk you off before they come home. I could do that,” Seungmin looks so eager that Jeongin just wants to say fuck it and put a sock on his door and fuck Seungmin letting their housemates hear it when they all get back. Jeongin’s a little ashamed at his thoughts that sends a tingling heat up his spine. He wants them to hear, that little dark and possessive part of him grows bigger every time he looks at Seungmin.
“Please,” Jeongin almost breaks but like he said he needs to be the responsible one.
“I can jerk you off, and you can sit here with come soaked underwear or,” Jeongin lets his words hang and Seungmin moves in close again.
“Or?” Seungmin breathes.
“Or you can wait until after the meeting and I’ll do everything I’ve been thinking about doing to you over this last week,” Seungmin’s intrigued, knows this is the better way, but Seungmin can be one for instant gratification and now seems like one of those times. “I’ve had a lot of time to think. So many hours in the day, and so many thoughts circling you. I’ve never fucked my hand as much as I have this week,” Jeongin’s words aren’t really helping the situation, making it worse if anything with the way Seungmin looks seconds away from lunging. “It’s all your fault. So sweet for me puppy,” Jeongin’s hand moves to grips Seungmin’s thigh, thumb coming precariously close to Seungmin’s dick. Jeongin smiles at Seungmin’s intake of breath. “Don’t you want me be sweet for me?”
It’s not a question. Jeongin doesn’t let Seungmin answer. He runs his hand from Seungmin’s thigh up his body until his hand is on Seungmin’s throat, not choking but not light either. A very noticeably weight, and he revels in the way he can feel Seungmin swallow. Seungmin surges into the hand when Jeongin crashes their lips together. He bites Seungmin’s bottom lip hard, has Seungmin gasping into the kiss, and licks his way in. He feels like a conqueror, seizing everything that Seungmin is with one touch and taste at a time. It’s exhilarating the way his body buzzes and burns with each desperate sound Seungmin releases.
The door opens and Jeongin can hear the guys taking off their shoes and coming in the house. Seungmin is lost and makes no attempt to push Jeongin away. Jeongin pulls away and can’t take his eyes off the way Seungmin moves with him. Skin flushed, eyes bright and lips red, red, red.
“So, can you be good for me, Minnie?” Jeongin watches as Seungmin becomes aware that they’re no longer alone and tries to pull himself together to not look like a wanton mess. It doesn’t work, well, it may for the guys since they aren’t the most observant bunch.
“I’m always good,” Seungmin says making Jeongin smirk.
“No, you’re not,” Jeongin grins, “I’m going to open you up slow and have you begging,” Seungmin cuts sly eyes and a corner of his lip twitches upwards.
“I already opened myself up for you,” Jeongin’s is dead. Deceased.
“For me?” Jeongin asks dumbly, mouth stupid. It’s the perplexed look on Seungmin’s face that make the dark, and ugly, and possessive part of him rejoice.
“Who else?” Confusion, as if Seungmin has no earthly idea that there could be someone other than Jeongin.
“No one.” Jeongin can’t help himself, pulls Seungmin’s black t-shirt down to reveal his collar bone and strikes like a viper, biting hard and deep. The sound Seungmin makes is particularly pornographic, but it’s quiet enough to be drowned out by the guys grabbing drinks from the kitchen. Jeongin pulls away, only has a second to glimpse his handy work, teeth outlined in red, deep enough to bleed, makes Jeongin lick his teeth and taste copper.
Jeongin pulls away, tosses a pillow at Seungmin and moves an inch down the couch. Seungmin places the pillow over his lap and looks forlorn. Jeongin can’t hide his smile. Seungmin did this to himself. They could have been together for days, months even. Jeongin wouldn’t say he has his heart on his sleeve or anything, but he knows he’s been obvious about how he feels. Waiting for Seungmin to catch up has been torture, so Jeongin can’t feel bad about how hard and desperate Seungmin is now.
The meeting drags on for longer than is necessary. Jeongin and Seungmin shouldn’t even have to be here. They tidy up for themselves, grab groceries when it’s their turns and generally get along well with everyone. Jeongin almost says as much but figures it’s best not to rock the boat and start another fight. He’s not against punishing Seungmin a little more either.
The meeting ends and normally Seungmin would go comfort Hyunjin because Minho is usually the one calling the meeting to call Hyunjin out. Jeongin wonders if he’s the only one that notices that these meetings only get called when Hyunjin has been going out on more dates than normal. Jeongin’s on to Minho and that he knows Minho would rather shove something other than napkins down Hyunjin’s throat. Not his problem, though.
Seungmin doesn’t follow and waits patiently. Jeongin leans back on the couch, legs wide apart and looks at Seungmin who’s looking back.
“You need to apologize properly puppy,” Jeongin is glad he can seem calm when he’s burning alive.
“Innie I’m truly sor-” Jeongin shakes his head and Seungmin goes silent.
“That’s not how I want you to apologize to me,” He can see Seungmin working it out. How Seungmin’s eyes look to the hallway and contemplates for a second before he gets to his knees and crawls in-between Jeongin’s spread thighs.
“Like this?” It’s mind boggling how Seungmin can seem so earnest on his knees. Not in that eager, slutty way, which he also encapsulates, but in the way he genuinely wants to please.
“Yeah, like that,” Jeongin helps by pulling his cock out of his sweats and stroking lightly. Seungmin bites his bottom lip and Jeongin moves to run his thumb pulling Seungmin’s lip from his teeth. “Say you’re sorry, baby.”
Seungmin moves to gently suck on the head while tonguing the slit. Jeongin lets out a sigh as he pushes both his hands into Seungmin’s hair. He gives Seungmin’s time to re-familiarize himself with Jeongin’s size, but can’t help himself once Seungmin slides his mouth all the way down until his lips are brushing against his groin.
It’s wet and messy, drool dripping from the sides of Seungmin’s mouth and every time Seungmin’s swallows Jeongin can’t fight the need to thrust. Then Seungmin stops bobbing, just warming Jeongin’s cock until Jeongin gets it. Tightens his fingers in Seungmin’s hair and fucks Seungmin’s face. Seungmin lets him, and this is an apology.
It’s really doesn’t take Jeongin long to come. He’s been on a hair trigger for days and he isn’t embarrassed because he wants to hear anyone say they’d have lasted longer in the same position. Jeongin would call them a liar.
Jeongin grips the back of Seungmin’s head and thrusts in deep and hard. Jeongin comes, milking himself with shallow thrusts into Seungmin’s throat. Seungmin swallows around him and he’s absolutely gone.
Jeongin slowly pulls Seungmin off, and Seungmin breathes heavy as he lays his head on Jeongin’s thigh. Face red, tears and saliva soaked skin, and Jeongin’s pretty sure he’s never seen such a beautiful sight.
“You’re forgiven,” Jeongin’s words bring a small smile to Seungmin’s face but his eyes are still closed. Jeongin lets his fingers run through Seungmin’s hair and just basks for a moment. It’s not until Seungmin presses a palm to his crotch that Jeongin crotches down and picks Seungmin up, until he’s on his feet and pulls him until he falls with knees on either side of Jeongin’s legs.
Jeongin slowly undoes Seungmin’s top button and zipper. Seungmin’s breathing is loud in the otherwise silent room. His moan is even louder when Jeongin wraps a hand around his weeping dick. Jeongin lifts his own sweatshirt up until his chest is exposed. Mostly for easy cleanup, but the ego boost as Seungmin stares is nice too.
Jeongin doesn’t tease just firmly strokes and lets Seungmin buck into his fist. Seungmin’s trying to keep quiet by biting his lips raw. Jeongin would tell him it’s a lost cause, but likes Seungmin’s lips blood red and painful looking. Jeongin’s can tell Seungmin needs something to push him over so he presses down on the bite mark on Seungmin’s clavicle. Seungmin keens high and comes all over Jeongin’s stomach. Jeongin’s strokes him through it until he whimpers and jerks away.
It’s nice that Jeongin’s is allowed to watch now. Allowed to look his fill and he does. Gazes at Seungmin’s blotchy face with his mouth open and panting. Stares at his soft dick and that little bit of a tummy peaking out from under his shirt. Jeongin’s pretty sure he’ll never get enough.
“Puppy, you should clean up your mess. I mean, that’s what the meeting was all about,” Jeongin’s stomach jumps at Seungmin’s kitten licks, cleaning away his rapidly cooling come. When he’s finished Jeongin pulls him in for a kiss, licking the taste of Seungmin’s come from his mouth and groans at the taste. He can’t help himself from biting Seungmin’s tender lips.
“Do I need to call another dorm meeting on not fucking on a communal couch?!” Minho shouts from the doorway and Jeongin should have better awareness than this. Seungmin has hastily shoved himself back into his pants and his cheeks flush in embarrassment. Jeongin makes a note to fuck that out of him. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.
“You can try, but I won’t make any promises, since Minnie is very tempting and I have very little self control. You should enjoy it since you’re too dumb to figure your own shit out. Maybe you could also be fucking on this couch if you weren’t so repressed.” Jeongin doesn’t bother to wait for Minho’s sputtered response and just maneuvers Seungmin off the couch and towards his room.
Seungmin does have a week to make up for.