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Jongwoo had said You’re acting like this is the end of the world, babe.
Jongwoo had said Look at you, so worked up. You don’t even need it, do you?
Jongwoo had said It’s not gonna kill you to learn some patience.
Jay is fairly sure he is going to die.
He’s currently sitting on the couch—well, more like perching, legs tucked under him, shifting his weight from one side to the other in an attempt to catch friction or pressure or anything at all. Walking doesn’t help, neither does sitting still for long enough to try and forget it. His brain is on high alert and nothing seems to drown out the sensation.
About an hour ago, Jongwoo had worked him open on his fingers, popped a vibrating plug into him, and told him he was going out for a while.
“I like keeping you ready for me,” Jongwoo had said, a smile on his face far too sweet for the situation. “Keep your hands off of it, yeah?”
“Are you gonna turn it on before you go?” Jay already knew the answer, but he thought the doe-like batting of his eyelashes might convince him to change his mind. His bottom lip even made an appearance to really sell it.
Jongwoo just laughed at him fondly. It didn't soften the blow.
“ Be good,” Jongwoo had said with a ruffle of Jay’s hair. “No funny business.”
And now, here he was. Rocking back and forth on his thighs in the living room and being good.
If Jongwoo had given him the chance to argue, Jay would’ve pointed out that he’s always good. The boys love to throw out words like needy and impatient and whore , but never bad . He’s been left home alone and given plenty of opportunity to break the one rule set for him, but he doesn’t. Because he’s good.
The hand currently making its way between his legs doesn’t negate that fact.
Jay could get off like this. A dull pressure in his ass coupled with his own hand is more than enough, especially for how worked up he is at the moment. As the heel of his palm pushes against his cock through his pants, he thinks he could get off with even less. It may not be the most fulfilling orgasm of his life, but it would be enough to settle him for a while.
Jongwoo likes him that way, relaxed and open and easily overstimulated. He’d just be making it better for both of them. He’d be pliable and ready when Jongwoo comes home and takes him to bed. Or folds him in half right there on the couch. Or pulls him into the shower and—
His thoughts and his movements are both cut off by the front door cracking open. The sound of footsteps is light, hard to identify. Jongwoo? Jongwoo. Please be Jongwoo . He sits up straighter, hands folded in his lap politely, prepared to show off exactly how good he’s been.
“Is anyone home?”
Yedam’s face peeks around the corner of the entryway into the living room and Jay’s eyes catch his just as he turns around to confirm his suspicions. Not Jongwoo. If visible disappointment shows on his face, Yedam doesn't seem to notice.
“Hey, baby,” Jay says, projecting an air of coolness as best as he can. “Where’s Tag?”
“He wanted to stop at the convenience store,” Yedam calls from back inside the entryway, kicking off his shoes with enough fervor that they thud against the wall. “You know, I said ‘It’s cold. And we have food at home.’ But he wouldn’t hear it. Big shocker. I’m sure he’ll be home after he spends half an hour drooling over the options before picking the same exact thing he always does. Is it just you?”
“Yeah, just me. Jongwoo left a little bit ago. I’ve been abandoned and left to my own devices.”
Yedam fully enters the living room with a soft, melodious sort of laugh that makes Jay melt every time he hears it. The two of them are still new to each other this way, fond looks and featherlight touches finally falling into place and into bed together. Jay still feels sweet butterflies when Yedam leans over the back of the couch to peck his lips, still feels guilt at the tightening in his stomach at any contact in the state he’s currently in.
His breath catches in his throat when Yedam kisses him and he leans up to chase the feeling. It seems to pass as affection rather than desperation as Yedam pulls back and pats his cheek.
“I’m gonna shower, I think,” Yedam says, already on the move towards their shared bedroom. “Do you wanna watch a movie after? We’ll have snacks to raid if Taegyun hyung makes it out of there alive.”
“Ummm, yeah, maybe! I mean, that’d be fun! I just don’t know… what else I’m going to be up to.”
He watches Yedam turn the situation over in his brain. There’s a brief flash of concern in his eyes that Jay catches and counters with a smile and an intentional smooth of his eyebrows to a more neutral state.
“Are you feeling okay?” Yedam asks, voice light as if not to startle him.
“Huh? Yeah, oh, yeah I’m totally okay.” Jay’s brain tries to reorient itself to his surroundings rather than his thoughts. He knows, somewhere deep in his heart, that every new word he says to Yedam is only blowing his cover further. He cuts off the conversation there with a definitive nod before settling further into the couch and turning forward again, Yedam now out of his range of vision.
When the sound of Yedam’s feet headed down the hall begins, Jay exhales slow. He suddenly feels like he’s on the verge of overwhelm, heart racing in his chest after the feeling that he could be caught in this predicament of his. He always gets like this, every nerve in his body more sensitive with the potential for reward later.
It’s fascinating, Taegyun had told him once, to see someone crumble so easily. Taegyun then called him a slut, reasonably so, as he ran his fingers along Jay’s thigh just to watch him shudder.
Jay doesn’t really know what propels him to stand up. He clenches around the toy like it isn’t set snuggly inside of him, like his body isn’t fighting to pull it further in every second. Standing up is almost worse than sitting. He is a man of idle motion at all times, letting his weight fall from one foot to the other as his best attempt at standing still. It doesn’t help much, but he knows what might.
“Yedam?” He’s given up on trying to act like nothing is out of the ordinary. His voice gives it away anyway, the way it wavers at just a single word.
“Yeah?” Yedam calls back. From the bedroom. Not in the shower yet. Jay thinks this could be perfect timing, that he could get what he needs and Yedam can carry on with his day as if he’s uninvolved and Jay can have plausible deniability that he ever did anything he shouldn't have. This could be huge. This could be his master plan... There’s absolutely no way this is going to work.
He walks (waddles, really) towards the bedroom, pace brisk to get to Yedam before he can talk himself out of his own scheme.
“Hey,” he says, head peeking around the doorframe in an attempt at something like modesty. “I… need a favor.”
The look that Yedam gives him is full of genuine concern, lips pulling down at the corners. He takes a single step towards Jay, slow, like he’s approaching an animal. Jay realizes, in this moment, that he has not been giving off cool and collected for even a moment since Yedam came home. He can perfectly picture the pained smile on his own face.
“I’m okay! Nothing’s wrong!” Jay shoots out, quickly, making Yedam startle. “Just a favor.”
“Can you… elaborate?” Yedam stays put where he is, gesturing vaguely to the room as if Jay needs an invitation to enter.
He steps through the doorway, slow, his knees shaking. No one has said yes to anything yet but his skin burns hot with anticipation. Maybe shame as well. The emotions swirl together in his gut, force themselves out of him when he finally speaks.
“Jongwoo put a plug in me before he left,” Jay starts. He waits for a response, stupidly, until Yedam nods to urge him on. “And it’s a vibrator. And it’s not on right now. He actually, he told me that I’m not allowed to turn it on. That specifically I’m not allowed to turn it on.”
“Jay,” leaves Yedam’s mouth and it’s more of a sigh than a word.
“Yedam, I… need help. I don’t know when he’s coming back. I can’t sit still.”
“I’m gonna be in so much trouble,” Yedam says, quiet enough that it’s mostly to himself. “He’s gonna kill me. Us.”
“ You’re not going to get in trouble. You’re not doing anything wrong! I will, though. Probably. Definitely.” Jay’s smile seems counterintuitive to his own impending demise. Or it would, if Yedam didn’t know him better. ”Hey, you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.”
“Well, I’m going to be implicated. There’s no way I’m getting out of this when Jongwoo hyung finds out and he knows that I helped you.”
“You can play dumb!” Jay says, stepping forward, hands gesturing like they do any time he gets a bit too impassioned about something. “Pretend I didn’t explain the situation! I just walked in and I told you I was wearing a plug and I asked if you wanted to see it. And, of course, you wanted to see and, of course, things escalated from there because I’m so irresistible.”
“I cannot possibly play that dumb. You know you’re the only one that can pull that off.”
Jay steps closer into his space, nearly chest to chest, shirts brushing with each of Jay’s increasingly labored breaths.
“Yedamie, please, baby, I’m crawling out of my skin.”
Jay’s hand moves between them easily, cradling his own cock in his hand. It’s getting harder to bear now that it’s not just his secret to keep, and the mix of fear and pity in Yedam’s gaze isn’t helping to calm the ache spreading through his body.
Yedam, inexplicably, finds himself willing to play Jay’s stupid games. If not only because he knows that the prize will be worth it.
“Well, what’s in it for me?”
Jay’s hand leaves his cock to join the other in clutching Yedam’s upper arms for dear life. He’s laughing now, manic, like maybe he’s finally lost it.
“Oh my god, Yedam, you’re amazing. I owe you my life. I just need—”
“I didn’t say yes, hyung. I’m weighing my options.” Yedam is looking up at him, no glint of neediness in his eyes to match Jay’s. He’s calculating, openly, putting his cards on the table in a way Jay has never seen before. “Either I don’t help you, spend the rest of the afternoon watching you struggle, then listen to Jongwoo hyung praise you all night for being so good like he loves to do… or?”
“I’ll suck your dick.”
Yedam ticks an eyebrow up and waits for more.
“Right here. On my knees. On god.”
Jay doesn’t extrapolate on the aftermath the way Yedam does. He doesn’t mention the chance that Jongwoo will come home and see Jay far too happy for the situation he is meant to be in. The chance that at the slightest questioning, Jay will throw Yedam under the bus in an attempt to get a lighter sentence. But Yedam can guess the punishment that matches the crime: a vibrator of his own, cranked up to its highest speed and left there to teach him that there can be too much of a good thing, Yedamie, that he should keep his nose out of business that isn’t his.
He weighs the options like he said he would.
“Seems like a fair trade.”
Jay drops to his knees so fast that the sound of it echoes through the floorboards. It sounds like it hurts, like the force of it should have shot up Jay’s legs and made him wince. But Jay already has that look in his eyes which tells Yedam that he can register pretty much any sensation as pleasure at the moment.
Yedam has never had Jay like this, kneeling patiently and looking up at him with starry eyes. It’s a little odd, to be the one with the reins in his hands, housed with a group of boys who are typically more than happy to steer him as they please.
But Jay makes it easy to tease and prod, especially when Yedam is the only one in the room with his head still on straight. He reckons that Jay hasn’t had a valid thought for the last hour, at least.
“Did you not want me to turn it on, then?
Jay tips forward, letting his forehead land on Yedam’s thigh. It’s instinctual when Yedam runs his hand through the back of his hair, soothing him briefly. He thinks it’s something like desperation, exhaustion from being riled up, until Jay speaks up again.
“Fuck, it’s so hard to get up and down with this thing in me.”
A laugh bursts out of Yedam, tossing his head back with the shock of his own reaction. Jay sits back on his feet and looks up at him beaming like he’s proud of breaking his composure.
Jay reaches for Yedam’s hands to help him stand up, groaning exaggeratedly like an old man as he gets to his feet in search of another laugh. Receiving just a small giggle, he changes tactics, leaning in to press their mouths together with their hands still clasped.
Yedam discovers with each new moment that it’s easy to take from Jay. It’s easy to pull, to guide, to imply what he wants and have it hand-delivered to him. He runs his hands along the skin of Jay’s arms just to feel goosebumps bloom under his fingers, traces a path down the plain of his spine to remind him of what he’s looking forward to. He’s good at this part. He’s good at building anticipation, at tiptoeing towards his goal until he’s told to give more.
But he’s doing Jay a favor, so that request might never come. And really, he’d like to get his dick sucked some time today, so he’s willing to speed up the process a bit.
As he toys with the back of Jay’s waistband, he’s met with a sigh of his name, and that’s good enough to spur him further.
Yedam’s fingers find the base of the plug, soft silicone with an indent for a single button just slightly off-center. There’s an urge in him to pull Jay’s pants down to his ankles and push him until he's bent over, inspect the fit of it inside him and the color of the toy that Jongwoo had certainly picked just for him while he squirms under inquisitive eyes.
Instead, he uses touch as his guiding sense. He traces around the oblong rim of it before putting two fingers on the center of the base and pushing up just slightly.
“Ah, Jesus,” Jay hisses. He folds right into Yedam, arms linking around his shoulders and head tucking into the crook of his neck. He’s been so pent up, Yedam knows this, but just a bit of friction is all it seems to take to make him crumble. “Are you gonna—”
“Just hold on a minute, baby.”
Yedam doesn’t really know where that came from. Jay huffs into this shoulder and holds him a bit tighter, but stays quiet. It sets a bit of a fire inside of him.
He pulls the plug with two fingers and feels the resistance as Jay’s body fights to keep it inside him. Yedam is happy to give Jay exactly that, letting go before his rim can fully stretch around the toy and feeling it slide back in through his fingertips. The noise Jay makes hits him like a drug, something guttural, like he forgot what it was like to get stimulation. Yedam thinks he really fucking likes playing Jay’s games.
He tugs on it again, pulling a bit further this time before letting go again. Jay’s exhale almost whistles as it escapes him, shy of a whine like he’s holding back. He grips the base and starts to toy with it, pulling it out just barely before pushing it back in as deep as it will go.
“Feel good?” Yedam says, his voice low.
“This is insane.” Jay turns into Yedam’s neck as he talks. One of his hands around Yedam’s neck clutches onto the back of his shirt collar. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
Yedam turns the request over in his head. He could keep doing this, could get the other hand down the front of Jay’s pants and get him off just like this. He could tell Jay to take care of it himself, Yedam just there to help out while he fucks into his own fist.
He could, if he really wanted to face Jongwoo’s impending wrath, pull the plug out entirely and tell Jay he was going to fuck him right then and there. He doesn’t think it would take much convincing with the way Jay is melting into him.
But that isn’t what Jay asked for, and he’s not going to tempt fate any further. He might as well go through with what he signed up for.
“I’m gonna turn it on, okay?”
“Ah, please, fuck, thank you.” Jay’s nodding against his shoulder, body jittering with the anticipation of it all.
Yedam pushes the base until it’s fully seated inside of him and then, finally, presses the button, holds it down, and keeps pressure on it until it hums to life.
The vibration kicks on and Jay gasps as if it's his first breath of life. He stiffens up, back going rigid like he’s fighting the urge to stand upright. Yedam expected him to crumble further, to fold under the feeling he’s been craving so badly. But it’s like he’s been reanimated, shocked back to life.
“Yedam,” Jay whines out, really whines this time. He relaxes back into his own body, heels landing back on the floor.
Yedam feels something like static electricity at the ends of his fingertips. He gives a few more rhythmic pushes to the bottom of the plug before letting go of it entirely and pulling his hand back to himself.
Both his hands make their way to Jay’s waist and with a gentle push away Jay lets go of the hold around his shoulders. Severing the last point of connection between them, Yedam lets Jay stand there and shake in overwhelm and pleasure. Yedam takes a step back and, for a moment, simply watches.
The room is quiet with only the sounds of a low, gentle buzz and both of their breathing. In Jay’s head, the buzz is nearly deafening, only matched by the clockwork thump of blood pumping in his ears.
He’s looking at Yedam, idle and expectant, waiting for further instruction. Because, despite it all, Jay really is good. He wants and he pleads and he tap dances around the parameters given to him, but he doesn’t go so far as to take before he’s been given the green light.
Yedam digs a thumb into the front of his own waistband and pulls outward. It’s just enough of a signal, no words exchanged, and Jay sinks back to his place on the floor. He’s slower to his knees this time, careful with the building pressure inside of him and thighs twitching with the beginnings of instability.
The new distance between them is closed once again as he crawls forward, only a step’s length, and kneels at Yedam’s feet. His hands find their place on the outside of Yedam’s thighs, fist into the material of his pants, and pull slowly until Yedam nods for him to follow through.
“Thanks,” Jay mumbles, a deep exhale following. His voice has dropped quiet and a wash of focus has glazed over his eyes. He pulls at Yedam’s clothes until his cock is finally in view and lets them go, pants pooling around his ankles immediately forgotten. “Thank you.”
“Yeah,” Yedam breathes out, unsteadily, not even sure now what Jay is thanking him for. His thoughts tunnel in as becomes more aware of the way his head swirls with want, the way his body shudders as he grows to full hardness. He briefly considers the fact that he might have to stop them so that he can sit down, so that his knees don’t give out beneath him and force him to meet Jay at his level. He almost speaks up, but Jay rushes forward and runs his tongue along his shaft before the words can take form in his brain.
“Oh, my god.” Both of Yedam’s hands pull to Jay’s head like they’re magnetic, fingers tangling in his dark hair. When Jay reaches up to touch him, point the tip of his cock towards his parted lips, Yedam fights the urge to squeeze his eyes shut and tip his head back. He doesn’t want to miss out on the sight before him.
Jay doesn’t look up at him, though. His eyes are trained on his target, tongue pushing out from between his teeth to draw a circle around the tip of it. Yedam can feel the trail of saliva left behind as he moves his tongue, can feel the way it cools as it's exposed to the air.
Jay’s mouth feels burning hot as he closes his lips around the very end of Yedam’s cock. He suckles it slightly, curiously, and Yedam has to fight back a whimper. A low moan of pleasure from Jay drowns out any residual sound he may have let out and sends sparks up into his gut.
“Must be happy now,” Yedam says, trying to ground himself again. Jay’s hand moves down his base until his hand is flush with Yedam’s pubic bone, fingertips meeting in a gentle grip. “You got what you wanted.”
Jay hums affirmatively and drops his jaw, eyes crinkling with something like joy as he takes Yedam’s cock into his mouth properly.
Yedam leans forward out of his own control, stomach nearly pressing to the top of Jay’s head as he fights the need to push his hips further forward and make Jay take all of him right away. He breathes out a groan as he feels Jay’s tongue push up against the underside of his cock, pressure tighter around him. It’s warm, enthralling, and Yedam has to wrestle to keep his other senses from going dim in response to the sheer intensity of everything he’s feeling.
He straightens up, forces his eyes back onto Jay and watches. Jay’s eyes are closed in focus, breathing deep through his nose as he takes more of Yedam in every time he leans forwards. He looks completely in his element, pleased and pleasing all at once, lips wet with his own spit.
This is the most grounded that Jay has felt all day. Heavy pressure on his tongue brings comfort like a weighted blanket, like a thunder shirt for a dog. Without the looming threat of his cheeks tearing down the seam like when he’s on his knees for Seongmin, it’s soothing to have his mouth full. Not the pleasure-pain that he usually chases, just pleasure with no asterisks.
He has his thighs spread wide, low to the floor in a testament to all the work he’s done to be flexible enough to dance. He’s rocking backwards into the plug as best as he can, brain rattling at the same frequency as the vibrations. This is nice, too— it's a significant step up from where he was before, but his hips search for more stimulation anyways. His hand reaches between his legs, pushing dull pressure against the front of his pants, until Yedam picks up one foot and gently nudges it away.
Jay makes a questioning noise, almost pulling off of Yedam’s cock as if having just the tip of it in his mouth makes it more intelligible. Yedam lets out a noise of his own, high and needy from the back of his throat, fingers in his left hand curling tighter into Jay’s hair. It must have been a fluke. Yedam’s leg must have just twitched at the wrong angle.
Jay moves his hand right back to where he wants it. And again, like he should’ve seen it coming from a mile away, Yedam nudges it aside with his shin.
“Yedam, c’mon,” Jay breathes out as he pulls back. His voice is quieter than he expected it to come out. The same hand comes up to graze along Yedam’s calf, holds the back of his knee.
“Not part of the deal,” Yedam says. It feels unnatural for Yedam to put barriers around him, to tell him no at all. Jay has to glance behind him at the doorway just in case they have company he wasn’t aware of, sending Yedam looks or baseball hand signals urging him to string this all out. When he turns back, Yedam is looking down at him with wet eyes that seem like they should be accompanied with a plea for him to keep going .
“What’s gotten into you?” Jay furrows his eyebrows, but lets his non-dominant hand replace his mouth for the moment on Yedam’s cock. “Since when are you power hungry?”
Yedam shakes his head, eyes fluttering shut again at the new contact, and pants out a few breaths before he finds it in himself to speak again.
“If I made it easy on you,” he says, voice lilting as Jay twists his wrist, “hyung would be even madder.”
Yedam laughs, mostly at himself, but Jay feels a familiar burn in his cheeks nonetheless.
“He’s not gonna be mad. You’re not even— he never said you couldn’t ! ”
“Hyung, come on.” Yedam tugs at his hair with intent this time, pulls his face closer. Jay’s own knuckles brush the tip of his nose as he’s pushed to burrow into the crease of Yedam’s thigh.
Jay thinks for a second that maybe this isn’t fair. Why does Yedam get to get head (mind you, really good head , if you took a poll of the rest of the members) and Jay can’t even be allowed the relief of his own hand? He’s doing what Yedam asked. He’s being good. Isn’t he?
“We don’t know when he’s gonna be back.”
Something sparks in Jay’s gut and lights a fuse, burning through his nerve endings and forcing his mouth open again, forcing every ounce of argumentative energy out of his body, telling him to go while he still has the chance.
When Jay takes him back into his mouth, Yedam nearly sings. He swallows all of him without complaint, hums around the intrusion like it was meant to be there the whole time.
Jongwoo calls him ‘well trained’, sometimes even as a compliment, but he never needed training for this part. It’s second nature to him, breathing shallowly through his nose and doing that thing with his tongue that everyone seems to like and looking up with shiny puppy dog eyes to check that he’s doing a good job.
Jay curls his tongue up along the base of Yedam’s cock, swirls around it to the other side. He thinks he's got the kind of ADHD that makes him panic at an approaching deadline and cram everything in at the last moment, so with the looming threat of Jongwoo walking in at any moment, he’s pulling out all the stops.
“Don’t stop,” Yedam whines out, but he knows as well as Jay does that there’s no intention to slow down at this point.
Jay bucks his hips unconsciously, muscles in his pelvis starting to go numb with the constant vibrations. He needs more, knows he’s being greedy when he’s already been given much more than he was supposed to have. He’s shifting on his knees, trying to adjust the angle or get some new kind of pressure that he simply hasn’t found yet, when Yedam’s hands find his shoulders.
“Here.” Yedam lifts one leg, kicking his foot to free himself from the clothes piled up around his feet. He puts one leg forward between Jay’s thighs and pushes him down, lowering him to the floor until his knees turn out in a W. It stretches his hip flexors, pushes his thigh muscles tight, but the pressure of Yedam’s shin is such a welcome change that he fights through the strain. He picks up speed, thanking Yedam in groans and drool on his chin, hips stuttering against Yedam’s leg in time with his mouth as best as he can.
“I’m gonna—” Yedam breathes, heavy, hands still flat on his shoulders pushing him down flat to the floor. “Come on, Jay, please.”
Jay’s eyes squeeze shut in concentration, pulling the suction tighter around Yedam, swallowing again and again to try and contain the amount of spit collecting in his mouth. The opening of his throat barely teases Yedam’s tip when he gulps and Jay opens his mouth just a bit wider, pushes himself until his face is snug up against Yedam’s pelvic bone.
It’s just what Yedam needs, hands frantically seeking Jay’s hair once more to hold on for dear life, to rock into his throat weakly as Jay swallows around him again. Jay tastes it vaguely on the back of his tongue when Yedam’s cum starts to ooze down his throat, feels the vein on the underside of Yedam’s cock pulse against his tongue and swears he can taste the metallic blood running through it.
Yedam is quiet, breathing harsh, fingers pulling at Jay’s scalp until it starts to sting. He’s mumbling something under his breath that Jay can't make out but assumes to be vague praise. He takes it as a compliment anyways, has heard a couple dozen iterations of it at this point in his life. His tongue pushes up as Yedam pulls out of his mouth slowly, flicking up at the tip as it glides past his lips. Yedam sighs, shudders as a small aftershock goes up his spine, and looks down with a terrifying composure.
“You wanna cum?” His words are still slurred slightly with pleasure, but Jay hears them clear as day and nods enthusiastically.
Jay can see Yedam turning over an idea in his head. He feels the bones in Yedam’s lower leg shift as he experimentally rolls his ankle, tilts his foot up until Jay gets it. The inside of Yedam’s foot makes contact with Jay’s inner thigh, then perineum, wiggles around until he can wedge it between his ass cheeks and push up against the plug. The sensation is mind numbing when combined with the pressure on his cock now trapped beneath Yedam’s leg. He’s not sure how to chase it further, how to move to maximize what he’s feeling. He settles for something like bouncing, feeling the way the vibrations seem to pick up in intensity every time Yedam pushes it deeper into him. It’s a movement of millimeters, so small but so much after being stuck in stasis for so long.
“Oh my god.” Jay speaks and his voice sounds ragged like he hasn’t spoken in hours. Now that his mouth is empty, the noises tumbled out of him uninhibited. He’s frantically pushing back against Yedam’s foot, then forward against his leg. He’s so close, so on edge, glancing up to gauge Yedam’s reaction. Yedam is smiling, sated and lovestruck, pushing his toes upwards until Jay feels his own eyes crossing.
“Wanna come,” Jay huffs out, fingers grabbing onto the outside of Yedam’s thighs and squeezing the flesh. “Yedamie, Yedam, Yedam .”
“Yeah, hyung,” Yedam says, voice low. “Go ahead.”
And it starts, a low roiling in his stomach that stuns his muscles and pulls his body tense. He can hardly keep a rhythm but he has to keep moving. Yedam bends his knee slightly, pushes forward with his shin, and Jay’s whole torso leans against him as he yells, shakes until he finally lets go. It crashes through him, over just as quickly as it started, and Jay is left panting with his arms curled tight around Yedam’s leg.
The vibrations send gentle waves up his spine once Yedam removes the pressure from the toy. It’s warm, comforting in a way, and Yedam steps away from him easily.
“Feel better?”
Jay nods, catching himself in a breathless laugh. They both fall silent for a moment. Yedam lets his fingers run through Jay’s hair, gentle, soothing any ache that came from his grip before.
“We should clean you up. Don’t want hyung to come home to a mess.”
The distant sound of the front door clicking shut sends a jolt through Jay. He sees Yedam glance up, knows he heard it too, but doesn’t see the same panic reflected in eyes.
“Yedam, turn it off.”
“What?” Yedam says, cool. He steps back into his one discarded pant leg, pulls his them up and straightens himself out. “You wanted it on.”
“That could be him, Yedam,” Jay says, reaching back in a panic to turn it off himself. Yedam kicks lightly at his arm and Jay drops it on instinct. His eyes are wide, alert, and Yedam just smiles as they hear Taegyun’s voice from down the hall.
“Are you guys fucking? I could hear Jay half way down the street.”
“Yeah,” Yedam calls back, crossing to his bed and lounging in it easily. “We’re done now.”
The sound of footsteps picks up until Taegyun appears in the doorway, forever curious, plastic bag swinging from his hand. He surveys the scene. Yedam satiated and unbothered, folding his arms behind his head. Jay on his knees, still shuddering, head down and eyes closed in residual fear.
“ He doesn’t look done,” Taegyun says, words going right over Jay’s head to Yedam.
Jay looks up and twists his body to see his newest audience. Taegyun throws him a smile, which he can appreciate for all of one second before he locks eyes with the figure looming just slightly further back in the hall.
“I don’t think he is.”
Yedam lets out a delighted noise as Jongwoo gently ushers Taegyun out of the way by the waist and steps into the room.
“Hi, hyung.” Yedam’s voice is light and void of all concern.
“Now what did you two get up to?” Jongwoo says, making his way to Jay and carding a hand through his hair. Jay can feel the moment Jongwoo’s motion falters and his ears tune in to the buzzing sound coming from within him. He knows he’s been caught when Jongwoo reaches down to tilt his chin up and forces Jay to meet his eyes.
Jay sighs with something like exhaustion, but Jongwoo just smiles.