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Sunghoon is kind of surprised at himself for not noticing sooner.
He is in the middle of dragging a clean towel over his face, wiping off the sweat from practice when it happens for the first time.
He unscrews the cap of his water and takes a long, refreshing gulp. He presses the cold bottle of water to his cheek, relishing in the feel of its coolness against his skin.
Lazily, he lets his gaze trail over the studio. The Members, tossing each other balls, playing around during the periods of break. Jay and Jake, wrestling over something or another across the room, laughter ringing through the air. Jungwon, discussing strategies with their instructor like the good leader he is.
Sunghoon's gaze trails over Jungwon. He has grown into his body in an unfairly delicious manner. He has broad shoulders, taught muscles and a slim waist beneath smooth, fair skin.
Strong, but oh so delicate arms that Sunghoon personally loves to trail his fingers over, teasing the sensitive skin at the underside of his biceps and wrists. Powerful legs that carry him like a flower floating in the wind during a dance and they quiver when Sunghoon runs his tongue along his inner thigh.
Sunghoon tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, thoughts wandering to the places that he would like to take Jungwon once they're home and alone in their dorm. A delicious shiver runs down Sunghoon's spine at the thought.
"I'm proud of you, Jungwon." The manager says, from the side, clapping a hand on the leader's shoulder. "The control of your movements have been improving immensely. You're doing a really great job.”
Fascination sparks in Sunghoon's brain as he watches Jungwon flush and sputter at the compliment. His leader, usually so composed and confident, his dependable pillar, looks flustered and embarrassed.
The manager laughs it off and goes to talk to Jay and Jake- probably to yell at them to stop messing around - but Jungwon is still blushing as Sunghoon approaches, towel around his neck and curiosity in his mind.
The flushed tint of his skin spreads all the way from the tips of his sensitive ears - Sunghoon knows how sensitive they are - down below the safe cover of his shirt. He looks like he might actually cry. Sunghoon memorizes the sight, completely enraptured by the response. "Jungwonie," He says, soft and slow as he steps up next to his boyfriend, "Are you feeling okay?"
Jungwon’s gaze turns toward Sunghoon and the flush of embarrassment begins to fade, much to his disappointment. The small leader runs a towel over his face and down his neck, mopping up the sweat on his skin. "Yeah, I'm fine." He says, but his voice is a little hoarser than normal.
Sunghoon categorizes the moment into a file in his brain titled "Things to Investigate Further" and then he grins and slips his arm around his waist, pinching at the soft skin there, which makes Jungwon glare at him slightly but the dimples peeking give away his smile Sunghoon's chest tightens and he leans down to place his lips over them.
It happens again two days later in the dorm’s kitchen. Sunghoon leans against the kitchen counter, texting Jake about the way Gaeul is so much prettier than Layla, when he sends an old video of her playing in the snow. Jungwon is sitting on one of the island stools. Jay slides a plate of curry in front of the leader with a bright and charming smile, Sunghoon glares at him.
"Jungwonie, eat well" Jay mummers softly, reaching out to run his fingers affectionately through Jungwon's hair before rubbing his palm over his back.
Sunghoon can't help the flutter of jealousy that floods through his chest at the sight - Jay has always, always had a soft spot for Jungwon, and Sunghoon is immensely grateful that he always looks after the leader, treating him as the most precious thing ever, but he can't stop the feelings that prick at his mind.
Sunghoon's gaze settles on Jungwon throughout the exchange. He watches as the leader laughs shyly, at a compliment Jay throws at him, glancing down at the counter with a bashful smile. He scratches at the back of his neck as he murmurs out a soft, "Okay, hyung," and the roses in his cheeks begin to bloom, the tint of pink dusting down his neck like it had two days ago in the practice room.
Jungwon’s embarrassed gaze flickers over to Sunghoon. Sunghoon licks at his suddenly dry lips as he sees the slight helplessness in Jungwon’s expression, the modest and demure tug of his mouth that he has a desperate need to kiss.
Sunghoon snaps his gaze away, feeling oddly hot beneath the collar. His breathing is coming out a bit faster than normal, some sort of animalistic need rising up his throat. He takes a bite of curry to quell this unknown feeling, swallowing it down even though it's still hot enough to burn the back of his throat.
" Jay," He whines, for no other reason than to halt his current train of thought, "This has no salt." Jay scoffs, leaving Jungwon’s side to lightly smack the taller man on his head. Sunghoon smiles in glee, reveling in his Jay's tough love, but he can't stop his brain from returning to Jungwon's response.
The third time it happens, Sunghoon actually realizes what is going on.
Taehyun is a sweet guy. Taehyun's affectionate and thoughtful and kind. He kind of annoys Sunghoon because of his very obvious crush on Jungwon that has persisted for a year now , but that's a minor complaint. Sunghoon, while admittedly possessive and protective, is relatively secure in his relationship with the leader.
And it is Taehyun, he thinks, that deserves a nice, solid reward for his unknown contribution to his attempt at solving the current mystery revolving around Jungwon’s embarrassed responses to compliments.
"Jungwonie" Taehyun excitedly exclaims. "That was such a great performance. You're really the best, after all.” Jungwon smiles that embarrassed, bashful smile at the exaggerated compliment. "Thanks, hyung." He responds, the flush already rising on his cheeks. "You're better though"
Taehyun - bless his heart- shakes his head, "No, I’m serious. You control everything really well and perform impeccably. You really deserve the title of the team's leader."
The longer the praise continues, the deeper the flush of Jungwon's skin gets. Sunghoon watches the entire exchange with thinly veiled fascination, his brain working a mile a minute to put all of the pieces together. The day continues, rehearsals and practice passing by in a blur that he hardly notices.
He goes through the rest of the motions on autopilot while his mind spends a whole lot of time in darker, more seductive places. By the time practice is over, there is a tight knot in his belly and a hum beneath his skin.
Jungwon is tossing some used towels into the basket when Sunghoon approaches him from behind. The taller feels like a predator that has just zeroed in on the most desirable catch of prey it has seen in a long, long time. He sneaks up behind the leader and jabs him in the stomach, playfully tickling
"Jungwonie" Jungwon flinches, not much ticklish but still swats a hand in Sunghoon's direction out of instinct. Sunghoon's laugh, twinkling and light, dances around them.
Jungwon huffs, but there is a small smile on his lips. "Why do you have to be so clingy all the time?"
Sunghoon bites back the immediate, sexually charged joke of some kind. Instead, he picks a bottle and bottoms it down in one gulp, hyper aware of Jungwon’s eyes on him as his Adam apple bobs. He pulls it away from his lips and turns a slow, lazy grin toward Jungwon, his gaze heavy. Then, he says, "l just wanted to tell you how good you looked today."
And there it is - he sees it as soon as it begins: the catch in Jungwon's throat, the way his eyes widen and his lips part, just slightly, barely enough to be noticeable without years of continuous observation under the belt.
The slight tinge of pink dusting across his cheeks. He raises his gaze to meet Sunghoon's, confused and obviously taken aback. When he speaks, he is slightly breathless."What?"
Sunghoon's smile broadens. There is something powerful igniting in his chest, a deep, unbidden desire. He isn't quite sure what it is about Jungwon's reaction that makes him want to see more of it, makes him want to watch him melt into a puddle of embarrassed, needy want, but there is something so attractive about seeing one of the strongest people he has ever known so vulnerable.
"Today, Jungwonie," Sunghoon says, slow and purposeful, "You looked incredibly sexy" He watches the slow movement of Jungwon's Adam's apple as he swallows. Sunghoon's grin turns razor-sharp.
So, Yang Jungwon has a praise kink.
He gives it a week, observing and plotting, before he decides to take action involving this new discovery. He watches idly from the sidelines as a pretty, petite girl gushes over how sweet and kind and thoughtful and handsome Jungwon is, during a fansign, and how she just really wants to tell him how she feels.
Jungwon bumbles his way through the soft conversation, tips of his ears and the back of his neck pink, as he thanks her. Sunghoon pops a lollipop into his mouth, thinking, well you're already mine, aren't you?, smug and only slightly possessive in his thoughts.
He watches Jungwon's lips curl into modest smiles when the staff compliments him, fawning over how pretty and perfect he is. He watches their members smother him with attention in the dorm, watches as their seniors giggle about how cute he is.
When a day rolls around, rare with no practice and no other schedule, Sunghoon feels anticipation buzzing beneath his skin. He wakes without an alarm, languidly stirring and stretching, lazy. He rolls over to see Jungwon still sound asleep next to him. He slips an arm around the man's waist, nuzzling his nose into the nape of his neck.
Sunghoon lets his fingers trail beneath his boyfriend's shirt, light and lazy, appreciating the firm lines of muscle they find. He presses soft, open-mouthed kisses along his hairline to his ear. Jungwon begins to stir into wakefulness at the soft attention. "M’hyung?"
The ravenette chuckles softly, warm affection blossoming in his chest. He loves the sleepy and soft version of Jungwon that the morning brings. He nudges at his ear with his nose, breath ghosting over the sensitive flesh.
"Good morning, kitten." He coos, voice low. In his sleep-addled state, Jungwon is always a bit more responsive, less reserved because the self-consciousness that comes with being fully awake is still hidden. He tilts his head into the pillow, allowing him more access to the soft skin of his neck, purring out a low moan from the back of his throat.
Arousal immediately spikes in Sunghoon's veins. His fingers trail over Jungwon’s hipbones and the taught muscle of his lower belly, the course hairs that trail beneath his boxers. He nips at his ear gently. "I don't think I tell you enough, that you're cute." He murmurs. "You're so, so beautiful."
He can feel it when Jungwon's skin begins to flush. When he swallows, Sunghoon feels it where his skin is pressed to his throat. He has to bite his lip to keep himself from moaning in absolute delight. He wraps his long fingers around one of Jungwon's hips and squeezes affectionately. Then, he rolls away.
It is only the morning, and he has plans. Plans to drag this out. Plans to see how far he can push the blonde boy, how much of a mess he can make him fall into by the end of the day. It is hard because Sunghoon has been thinking about this for days, and he wants nothing more than to ravish his boyfriend right now, but - but- the wait will be worth it.
Jungwon lets out a sleepy noise that is caught somewhere between confusion and disappointment. Sunghoon traps his bottom lip between his teeth before sitting up and then leaning over to kiss his boyfriend on the jaw sweetly. "I'm going to make breakfast."
At this, Jungwon finally rolls over, blinking slowly in the morning light, still not completely coherent. "Wha'?" He murmurs, looking at Sunghoon suspiciously. To be fair, Sunghoon is shit at cooking.
Sunghoon smiles, his own cheeks heating up with affection. He reaches over and runs his fingers through Jungwon’s hair and knows that the expression on his face is completely smitten, entirely too fond. He doesn't offer an explanation though, and instead asks, "You want eggs or pancakes?"
Jungwon catches his wrist and brings his hand to his lips. He kisses the knuckles, tongue peeking out too and Sunghoon has to stop himself from completely swooning and grabbing his jaw to ravish him.
Jungwon offers him a lopsided, dimpled smile that makes his heart leap into his throat even more so than it already is. "Whatever you want, hyung.”
Oh Fuck
Jungwon emerges from the bedroom fifteen minutes later, teeth freshly brushed and sleep completely purged from his system. Sunghoon is flipping a pancake onto a stack when Jungwon approaches from behind, slipping his arms around his torso. Sunghoon does not hesitate to lean back into the embrace.
"So, what's the occasion?" Jungwon questions, voice quiet in the still of the morning. He presses his nose into Sunghoon's shoulder. Sunghoon smiles to himself.
"No occasion." He responds with light ease. He adjusts the heat of the pan for the eggs. He cracks a couple into the pan and tosses the shells into the bin before he turns around in Jungwon's arms, guiding them around his neck this time and pulls him in by the waist for a slow kiss.
When he pulls away, he says, "l just thought I'd spoil you a little " He leans in and tugs at his lips with his teeth. "You've really been pushing yourself so hard at practice and other responsibilities. You deserve a treat."
He feels hot all over when Jungwon offers him a tiny,sheepish smile. The tips of his ears glow pink. Sunghoon runs his fingers through Jungwon’s hair and pulls him into a slow- burning kiss, languid and lazy and warm. Then, he pulls away and turns back around, giving his attention back to the eggs.
Over his shoulder, he says, "Now go be a good kitty and pick a show to watch with breakfast." Jungwon’s breath catches in his throat just as he anticipated, and the rush of power feels heady in Sunghoon's veins. His own toes curl against the wooden floor beneath him.
It's going to be a long day.
The day stretches out long and slow. They don't do a whole lot of anything but lounge around the dorm, really, with the other members busy with their schedules, fortunately. They catch up on a couple TV shows on the couch and kiss and kiss and kiss, slow and unhurried.
Jungwon tries plays a video game that he hasn't really played ever but gives up when he dies three times in a row on the same boss fight. They order pizza for dinner because it's easy, curling up in Sunghoon’s bed with the box on one nightstand and a couple glasses of wine on the other.
Throughout the day, he had riddled his speech with random and seemingly innocuous praise toward Jungwon. When he beat a level in his game, Sunghoon had kissed him on the neck and said, "My smart doll";
when they were cuddling on the couch, Jungwon's fingers in his hair and his head on his chest, he had murmured, "You're so warm, Jungwonie."; when he had slowly taken Sunghoon's fingers in his own, pressing his own digits into Sunghoon's with practiced movements, massaging the kinks and aches away.
Sunghoon had melted into him and doted, "You're the absolute best thing that has ever happened to me, baby." Each and every time, Jungwon had flushed and tried to turn the attention back to something else.
Now, Sunghoon’s wound up. Jungwon’s warm against his side. He twists so that he is facing the leader, reaching over so he can run his fingers over his jaw. The action immediately pulls Jungwon's attention to him. Sunghoon smiles lazily. "Hi." He says, voice soft.
Jungwon raises a brow and chuckles softly, pressing his face further into Sunghoon's palm, like a soft kitten. They are so domestic that Sunghoon laughs "Hey."
Sunghoon rolls his lips into his mouth before leaning forward and skimming his nose against Jungwon's dimpled cheek. "You know that you're the love of my life, right?" He murmurs, emotion apparent in his voice.
When Jungwon swallows, it is audible. His breath hitches in his throat as he turns his face to nudge his nose against Sunghoon’s "| - yeah." He admits, slightly breathless. "I love you, too." He murmurs, words soft. "What's gotten into you today? You're awfully clingy."
Sunghoon hums in fake nonchalance, but his chest aches with adoration and desire. He presses closer. "Nothing. It's been a while since we've had a day to ourselves like this." He answers candidly.
"I just want you." He pulls back just as his lips graze over Jungwon's own, taunting the ghost of something more. "Will you let me?"
Jungwon's brows pull together in shyness, but his pupils are blown wide with interest, his cheeks flushed from Sunghoon's closeness. He's been a bit flustered all day. Sunghoon loves it. "What do you mean?" He questions, licking at his lips.
Sunghoon maneuvers the boy so that he can straddle his hips, sitting on his lap comfortably, knees pressing into their plush mattress. Sunghoon’s back is supported by their headboard and nest of pillows. His hands come up to rest on Jungwon’s hips naturally. He wraps an arm around Jungwon’s waist, the other hand in his hair, nimble fingers teasing the soft hairs at his nape.
"Exactly what it sounds like." He answers, voice low and eyes hooded. "Let me take care of you tonight, baby. You've been so good for me, it's the least I can do." Jungwon's eyes widen, the embarrassed, uncertain expression that Sunghoon has come to be a little obsessed with lately, showing itself on his features. His fingers fiddle with the cloth of his shirt and Sunghoon presses closer. "Can I?" He asks again.
Jungwon licks at his dry lips. He nods slightly. "I - Yes." He breathes out, mind working a thousand miles per minute. Sunghoon is more of a show than a tell kind of person when it comes to his affection. Sunghoon's smile is sharp and dangerous as he leans forward.
He kisses Jungwon, soft and chaste, and then presses warm open-mouth kisses down his jaw. He slides his fingers down his neck, over his biceps and down his arms until he reaches his hips. He squeezes there and then intertwines their fingers, he pulls them behind Jungwon’s back and presses them there, grip tight and solid, conveying all of the graceful strength that he commands on the stage. Jungwon, like the good boy he is, goes along with it.
Sunghoon brushes his lips against the sensitive flesh of his earlobe, takes it between his teeth and tugs. Jungwon whimpers softly, his ears being particularly sensitive. Sunghoon presses closer and then, releasing the appendage from his teeth, asks,
"Jungwon, do you know what you do to me?" His voice is low and seductive. Jungwon's fingers flex in his grasp. "What?" He sputters, a hot blush dancing across his skin. Sunghoon grins deviously.
"You, baby- I've been so hot all week, thinking about you. Watching you." He murmurs, the words coming unbidden and true to his lips. They unfurl from the confines of his chest where he has caged them, rushing out for freedom. "You're so unfairly sexy. This jaw -" He turns his head slightly so he can graze his teeth against the sharp cut of Jungwon’s jaw. "Your arms - " He squeezes Jungwon’s hands in his own. "Your pretty fuckable thighs." He swirls his hips up, groaning hotly right into Jungwon's ear when his own obvious erection brushes against his soft ass beneath his own clothing. "God, you're perfect."
Jungwon's head falls forward, limp, eyes fluttering closed. He lets out a strangled sound between a whimper and a moan, and it lights Sunghoon up inside, makes him feel absolutely invincible in the way that only Jungwon can manage. Jungwon’s hands struggle slightly in his grasp, obviously itching to touch. "Hyung," He croaks, swallowing thickly, "What are you doing?"
The power that Sunghoon feels is intoxicating. Jungwon sounds helpless, already sounds out of breath and a bit needy, and Sunghoon is just getting started. He hums against Jungwon's skin. "I told you, I'm going to take care of you tonight." He repeats, voice light and teasing.
Then, his tone drops again as he drags his lips beneath Jungwon’s ear, trailing them along the column of his throat. "You're so perfect. So good. You should look at yourself in the mirror more. You’re the most prettiest fuckable little thing ever. Sometimes l just want to push you up against the wall in front of everyone and fuck into you nice and slow, let them watch as you fall to pieces. Let them watch how good you take me, how beautiful you are when you come."
Jungwon's hips press down, seeking friction, but Sunghoon holds them in place. Sunghoon glances up, he can see the way the flush of Jungwon’ skin dips all the way down his chest beneath his shirt. He whimpers quietly, the sound a combination of hot embarrassment and want. "Shit. "He hisses, breath coming out in hot pants. "Shit, hyung, I -"
Sunghoon moans softly, the tension between them making him high with desire, the power spiking adrenaline and arousal in his veins. "Oh?" Sunghoon chuckles teasingly. "Would you like that? I bet you would. All the members would get hot and horny, would touch themselves while thinking of you and how gorgeous you are. All the while knowing that they can't touch you because you're mine."
The words come out a bit more possessive than Sunghoon means them to, but he really, really can't help it. The leader is an absolute catch, and Sunghoon is, honestly, sometimes astounded that the man continues to choose him over all else. He nips at Jungwon's neck and bucks his hips up so he can very purposefully grind against Jungwon. They both groan hotly at the friction, and Sunghoon can't help himself when he grabs at Jungwon’s jaw, harsh, so he can kiss him, hot and full on the lips.
Jungwon moans into his mouth, his hips pushing down against Sunghoon’s. They have experimented with some kinks before, have teased and denied and delayed gratification, both falling into muddle piles of hot desire at the end of the night, but nothing, nothing has gotten Jungwon this riled up and needy so quickly.
Sunghoon licks into his mouth with purpose, running his tongue over his sensitive upper palate as he pulls away, panting. When he meets his gaze, it is hot and searing. "Sunghoon," Jungwon begins, voice an obvious pleading tone, but Sunghoon cuts him off.
"Ah," He says, disappointment evident in his tone, "What am I to you, kitten?" Jungwon swallows. He opens his mouth, closes it. Opens it again, only to close it and swallow in his wants. Sunghoon waits, patient and expectant. Jungwon closes his eyes, the weight of Sunghoon's gaze too heavy. "Hyung" He says, after a moment, "Please."
Sunghoon's brows jump up, not expecting the boy to resort to begging so soon. Delight and hot desire unfurl in his belly. He smiles, eyes gleaming with glee. "Oh, Jungwon. Good, good kitty."
He feels Jungwon shift on top of him, feels the way his legs flex as his toes curl. Jungwon moans quietly, head falling back as arousal flashes through him at Sunghoon’s words. He is hot and hard and wanting, and Sunghoon loves him so much.
"You really like this, don't you?" Sunghoon breathes out, pressing his hips forwards. "Fuck, this is so hot. You're so hot. So good for me, Jungwon."
Jungwon groans, squirming over him again. "Hyung, stop." He pants out, snapping his gaze to try to glare at him but he's too flustered to look anywhere near intimidating. "'Shit, you're driving me crazy."
Desire twists up through Sunghoon's throat. He chuckles gravelly.
"Oh, baby. We're just getting started." He grins slowly, fingers flexing against Jungwon's. "I'm going to let go of your hands now, okay?"
Jungwon looks pleased with this turn of events.
Everyone knows that Sunghoon is a handsy person when it comes to Jungwon, but Jungwon is just as tactile - maybe even more so, especially when it comes to physical intimacy. Sometimes, Sunghoon thinks he has a kink with seeing the way his fingers press into Sunghoom's fair, firm flesh.
Sunghoon doesn't feel bad for the next words out of his mouth. "But you're not allowed to touch me yet."
"What."
He can't help the laugh that escapes his throat. He releases Jungwon’s hands just as he promised and cups his jaw with his own. Sunghoon leans in and kisses him slowly and surely. "I don't want you to touch me yet." He says again, smiling. "You can do that for me, right?"
Jungwon looks - he looks like he's actually, truly at war with that question. He looks debauched and pink and a little bit lost. His hands slowly come down to settle on the sheets next to Sunghoon’s legs, but not touching. "And what if I do touch you?" He meekly asks.
Sunghoon pauses, looking as if he's in thought.
Then, he hums and says,
"Well, if you can't follow simple directions, then I guess you don't get to come." His tone is light, but the undercurrent of warning is there. "But l know you can follow directions. You do such a good job on stage. In my bed. Always doing exactly what I want you to."
He watches as Jungwon screws his eyes shut and swallows. He seems incredibly on edge. Sunghoon really just wants to devour him, honestly. A tug of affection pulls him in to press his lips against Jungwon's softly, and the leader relaxes a bit against him.
When Sunghoon pulls back, he leans his forehead against Jungwon's and breathes him in for a moment. Then, he opens his eyes to capture his gaze. "Okay?"
Jungwon exhales harshly. Then, he gives a shaky nod. "Okay."
Sunghoon smiles and kisses him again, full and open-mouthed.
Then, he places Jungwon on the bed, off his lap. He tugs his shirt over his head and motions toward Jungwon to do the same. In moments, they are both naked.
He slides close again, letting his gaze rove appreciatively over his boyfriend's body. His fingers trail over his sweaty, red collarbones, down between the cleft of his pretty, pink pectorals. They teasingly drift over a nipple, leaving Jungwon squirming, and then over the dips of his abdomen. They splay out over his hips, thumbs pressing into the creases where thigh meets pelvis and he pulls him from his hips to lie down, under him.
His fingers dance down over his inner thighs. He purposely avoids the small, flushed erection that curves up against Jungwon's soft belly tantalizingly and brushes his fingers all the way down to his inner knees, over his calves, and his feet.
Jungwon's feet twitch, a bit ticklish and he props his head to glance down at Sunghoon. Sunghoon wraps his fingers around an ankle and presses a soft kiss to the inside of his shin. Jungwon releases a raspy breath as he begins trailing his lips back up over where his fingers had tracked down. He nips at the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, teeth sinking into plush, toned muscle.
Jungwon groans, hips bucking involuntarily, his neglected cock wet and hard, bobbing slightly with the motion. Sunghoon grins against his skin. He loves teasing him. He trails his nose upward, nudging at the crease of the inner thigh, letting his breath ghost over hot flesh.
Jungwon's fingers twitch against the sheets.
Sunghoon chuckles softly, ghosting his lips up the side of his length, trailing them up teasingly until he reaches the head. A bead of precum slips down the side when Jungwon swirls his hips upward unintentionally, and Sunghoon flicks his tongue out to catch it, following the trail up so he can teasingly lick at the slit. Jungwon's toes curl in anticipation of hot, wet heat to relieve his aching tension.
But Sunghoon pulls away, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his abdomen. The noise that Jungwon lets out is somewhere between a groan and a whimper, and it makes Sunghoon's blood burn with desire. Jungwon is breathing hard, body squirming with frustration and desire. Sunghoon grins.
"Oh, yes." He murmurs, catching his hot, hot gaze with his own. He slides his hands up his thighs, over his hips, up his chest. Slow and torturous. "That's my very good, obedient kitty." Jungwon’s fingers fist in the sheets, a soft whimper falling from his lips. His pupils are so blown that the hazel irises of his eyes are barely noticeable. He looks delectable. " Hyung."
Sunghoon cups his jaw again. "Patience, princess." He murmurs. "Roll over onto your stomach for me, hmm?" He requests, leaning in to kiss him. Jungwon is too far gone. When Sunghoon gives him space to move, he flips over without complaint, settling himself comfortable on the mattress. The older hums in approval, unable to stop himself as his hands reach out and knead the mounds of his ass.
It's a nice ass.
Jungwon groans, forehead falling into the pillows. Sunghoon smiles and presses soft kisses to his smooth, arched back, over the backs of his arms, the dimples at the base of his spine. He trails his lips languidly over the flesh of Jungwon's cheeks, hot breath ghosting over sensitive skin. Jungwon twitches beneath him and Sunghoon sighs pleasantly against his skin.
"Prop your hips up for me, baby." He murmurs, a soft and reverent command. Jungwon’s breath hitches because he knows what's coming. He does as requested, and Sunghoon presses a kiss to the soft skin of his hamstring. "Good," He says. "Good kitty."
Jungwon groans, too lost to fight at this point, and Sunghoon uses his fingers to press flesh apart, tongue licking a hot swipe over his entrance. Jungwon's body jolts forward, his fingers fisting into the pillow by his face. Sunghoon steadies his hips to keep him from moving and then flicks his tongue inward, pressing against the rings of muscle that twitch against him. He licks into him like a parched man, and maybe that's a suitable description because Sunghoon is fucking thirsty.
Jungwon's entrance has always been particularly sensitive - Sunghoon loves teasing the ring of muscle gently when he fingers him open, pushing in and pulling all the way out nice and slowly, the burning stretch around his fingers every time he pushes back in always turning the smaller into a hot, bumbling mess.
This is no different, though perhaps it's a worse sort of torture, because Jungwon can at least come from his fingers, but his tongue isn't quite enough stimulation to do anything other than make him increasingly more aroused.
Sunghoon's tongue teases the sensitive flesh, slipping in and out with ease, and Jungwon's body trembles before him. He mutters incoherently against the pillow, hips searching desperately for any friction they can find.
Sunghoon's own erection throbs hard and painful between his own legs, neglected and weeping for attention. He continues to neglect it, instead choosing to use one hand to wrap around and fondle with Jungwon's own. He easily engulfs the length in his hand, with just enough pressure to relieve a tiny amount of the torture, but not enough to lead to any sort of release.
Jungwon keens into the sheets. It is when he begins to mumble, over and over again, Sunghoonie Hyung, hyung, please, please, please, fuck me, please, that Sunghoon has to pull away, moaning against the hot flesh of Jungwon’s back. He gasps for air, mind hazy with desire. Jungwon’s hips continue to sway in the air, searching, and Sunghoon feels the last bit of his control slipping.
He releases Jungwon's cock, earning himself a distressed groan, and slides up his lover's back, peppering hot, wanton kisses along the way. His breath is shaky against his ear when he says, "You're perfect, baby” He kisses beneath his ear when the leader moans softly. "How would you like to come?"
Jungwon seems so far gone that Sunghoon almost thinks he didn't even hear the question. But he turns his head, lids so heavy-lidded that they're almost closed, and says, "Don't care, as long as you let me touch you." Affection and arousal blossoms in Sunghoon's chest, tight and hot and strong. He kisses along Jungwon's jaw.
"Okay." He murmurs. "I want you to come on my fingers, and then I want to fuck you."
Jungwon buries his face in the crook of his elbow, muffling the strangled sound that leaves his lips. "Fuck, hyung." He hisses. Sunghoon laughs softly, kissing his shoulder. "Roll back over for me, baby." Jungwon does as instructed.
Sunghoon wastes no time in grabbing the lube from their bedside drawer. He pours a liberal amount over his fingers. His own cock throbs as he reaches down between them, leaning forward to capture
Jungwon's lips in a kiss. He presses one finger against his sensitive entrance and says, "I love you so fucking much."
Jungwon’s expression is soft. He reaches up to curl his fingers in Sunghoon’s hair, now that the no-touch rule is relieved. Sunghoon shivers into the touch, relishing in it. "I love you, too, Sunghoon hyung"
At that, Sunghoon pushes into him. The first finger meets some resistance but is accommodated softly and slowly. Jungwon moans at the intrusion, at the hot stretch, and Sunghoon feels like he's drowning in the way Jungwon's expression falls open and wanting for him.
He takes his time opening him up, slow and teasing, adding a second and third finger after Jungwon has been ready for them for a while. Jungwon melts beneath him, becomes an incoherent, wanton mess of desire. His cock smears precum against his belly where it bounces as his hips move in tandem with Sunghoon's fingers. He is beautiful and Sunghoon's going to fuck him.
He curls his fingers into the rough patch of sensitive flesh that makes Jungwon nearly sob.
"Hyung," he pants, gaze unfocused, "Please let me touch myself."
Sunghoon's response is immediate. "No."He snaps, harsher than he means to. He kisses at his jaw tenderly, crooking his fingers. "No, kitten." He repeats, gentler. "You can come from just my fingers. I know you can.”
And he does know - because he's led Jungwon to orgasm with just his fingers many times before. The smaller releases a frustrated sound, fingers scrambling for purchase over Sunghoon’s sweaty skin. " Hyung." He pleads.
Sunghoon scowls in disapproval, his fingers slowing. "Jungwon, you've been so good all night. Do you really want to fight mennow?"
"No."Jungwon huffs, frustrated. He is so red. "No, hyung, just -” He nearly sobs when Sunghoon scissors his fingers, stretching him open. Sunghoon loves seeing him like this, needy and open and all his.
"Please, talk to me."
The breath leaves Sunghoon's lungs in a flourish. He groans into Jungwon's shoulder, his hips bucking because fuck, he almost came from his begging. "Baby," He murmurs, reverent and breathy, "Oh, kitty. Of course."
And he's not one to refuse such a candid and open request, so he does as asked. His fingers pick up the pace, his lips kissing over Jungwon's neck before he speaks.
"You've been so good,baby. You take me so well. You make me feel insane for you. You're so small under me, i could devour you. I want to watch you fall apart, I want to be the one to pick you up and put you back together. You're so beautiful and perfect, baby. I want you to come for me, my love. Please, Jungwon. I love you so, so much."
There really is no stopping Jungwon's orgasm. His body reels in on itself, his legs flexing as Sunghoon works him through it. He cries out, low and long and achingly beautiful, and for the second time that night, Sunghoon almost comes completely untouched just by the sight and sounds that this man makes.
Cum splatters across his belly and he collapses into a pile of mush, twitching when Sunghoon's fingers pull out. Sunghoon kisses him, long and deep and languid. Jungwon, though boneless, slides his fingers up his back and kisses him back with fervor.
When he pulls away, he gives Sunghoon a shy but sly smile. With every bit of stubborn pride he has left, even though he's already fucked out and could easily slip into sleep, he says, "Aren't you going to fuck me, hyung?" Sunghoon gazes at the man beneath him and feels his heart squeeze and his dick twitch. He leans down and nudges his nose against his. "You are really, truly beautiful, you know? You're something else, Yang Jungwon." He breathes out, a reverent prayer.
Jungwon’s eyelashes flutter, a flush of embarrassment washing over him. Before he can respond, before he can tell him to stop, already, Sunghoom pulls back with a sharp grin. "And yes, my sweet kitten, I certainly am going to fuck you."
The leader's breath catches in his throat as Sunghoon's tone, the air between them charged again with sexual tension.
Sunghoon pours a bit more lube on his fingers and takes a moment to slick them over himself, foregoing a condom since they have long agreed they both prefer sex without it. It's the first bit of true stimulation he's had all night, and it almost stings with how good it feels. His head lolls to the side as he lazily strokes himself, gaze falling over to Jungwon.
The pretty boy watches Sunghoon touch himself with hooded eyes, his breath coming out deeper, the clear course of interest in his eyes, even though he just came. Sunghoon moans hotly as he runs his thumb over the sensitive head of his own cock, hot desire and desperation suddenly flaring through his chest.
Jungwon groans from his place on the bed. He reaches out and runs one of his dainty hands over the smooth skin of Sunghoon's thigh. When he opens his mouth, the only thing that comes out is, "Hyung."
Sunghoon groans. That's the only motivation he needs to position himself, the head of his cock nudging against his sensitive entrance. Jungwon’s hand moves up to Sunghoon’s chest, palm smoothing over it, sliding to his broad shoulders but his free hand comes up so that he can press the back of it to his mouth.
Jungwon is very, very sensitive after an orgasm. It is one of Sunghoon's favorite things about fucking him. Sunghoon presses
forward, the tip of his length only meeting slight resistance against the ring of muscle, but stops when Jungwon groans behind his hand, as much torture as it is to resist pushing completely into the tight, wet heat before him.
"No, baby." He murmurs, reaching up to take Jungwon's hand from his mouth. He intertwines their fingers and presses them against the pillow by Jungwon’s head. He pushes his hips forward, pressing further into him slowly, and when he does, the man beneath him gasps, his back arching slightly, body automatically responding to the oversensitivity. "I want to hear you."
Jungwon nearly chokes on a sob when Sunghoon finally, finally pushes all the way in. Sunghoon himself is no better off, knowing he won't last long because he already feels so, so close with all of that slick heat around him.
Jungwon's free hand slides up and tangles in his hair. He pulls the older close to him so he can nip at his ear. "If you want to hear me," He murmurs, talking a much bigger game than he feels prepared to play, but his brattiness would never let him rest, "Then give me a reason to make some noise, hyung."
Sunghoon's laugh is breathy against his cheek as hot arousal rushes through him. "Damnit, I really fucking love you." He murmurs against his skin, and then he does as commanded, pulls his hips back, and snaps them forward with no mercy.
They both moan out, loud and long, and Sunghoon sets a brutal pace. Jungwon’s fingers remain in his hair, pulling the soft strands tight, stinging his scalp, because really, that's all he can do as his body tries to curl in on itself from oversensitivity. Sunghoon buries his face in Jungwon's neck, teeth scraping against skin with no purpose, his body completely driving his actions as he chases his own release.
"Fuck," Jungwon mutters, his head falling back against the pillows, his hand slipping from Sunghoon's hair to paw at the headboard behind him, trying to both push himself as close as possible and also crawl away because too much, too much, too much.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck."He hisses, his voice cracking and breath stalling in his throat. There are tears prickling at the corners of his eyes from the oversensitivity.
"Shit, fuck, Hyung, I need you to come, please."
Sunghoon glances up at Jungwon's face, watches the tears escape the corners of his eyes, and fuck, that shouldn't be so hot, but seeing the smaller so vulnerable - and vulnerable for him and him only - really, really makes Sunghoon feel heated.
He moans hotly against his throat, and then he's coming, hard and long, and Jungwon whines beneath him, fingers scrambling against the headboard and flexing in Sunghoon's hand.
They are both breathing hard in the aftermath. Sunghoon slowly pulls out, kissing Jungwon's jaw when the man hisses at the loss. He nearly collapses atop of him, but manages to fall to the side, giving himself a brief moment of rest before he gets up to clean them. He nuzzles against Jungwon, wrapping his arms around him and squeezing him tight.
"Kitten," He sighs, happy, "That was fucking great." Jungwon, completely spent, manages to huff out a laugh against him. He reaches over and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I can't say it wasn't." He agrees. "I love you."
Sunghoon smiles, soft and genuine and full of affection. He kisses Jungwon’s shoulder and then gets up to grab a warm washcloth. He wipes the leader off first, gently cleaning him and occasionally leaning in close to press his lips to warm skin. He wipes himself off, too, even though he's not nearly as covered in fluids as Jungwon, and then he gets them both a glass of water.
Jungwon grumbles when Sunghoon forces him to sit up to drink some of it, but he does it anyway, and then he collapses back into the bed, Sunghoon in tow, pulling the smaller against him, lazy lips against his nape as they both drift off to the much needed sleep.