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When Chenle had said it, it had obviously been a joke. Nothing but a stupid joke.

Donghyuck had walked into the room with a hand underneath his oversized shirt scratching at his stomach, the other one covering his mouth as he yawned wide and loud. It had lifted the shirt so you could see a strip of his stomach over his ridiculously short shorts.

And Chenle had blinked at him, kitten smile growing at the corners.

“Wow, you’ve got wide hips,” and when Donghyuck had just blinked at him, kind of cute, mostly dumbly, he added. “Great birthing hips, bro.” 

It had been so dumb, Jisung couldn’t even laugh about it. Donghyuck had not even bothered with it, rolling his eyes before walking to plop himself face down on the couch. And Jisung had sat, watching Jeno annihilate Mark in Smash Bros and thought to himself, wide birthing hips, that’s stupid. 

And yet, two weeks later, the only stupid thing here is Jisung himself, clearly.

He watches Donghyuck like a creep across the kitchen as he moves around. He’s in longer shorts today, old and stretchy and falling dangerously low on his hips. His hips. They are kind of wide, as far as hips go, Jisung supposes. Especially for a man in his twenties, he’ll give Chenle that. Donghyuck leans on the counter while he stirs something in a pot in slow, measured moves, and his shirt lifts up just the slightest bit every time his arm comes around. Just a little bit of skin revealed for a second before it’s gone, and yet Jisung can’t tear his eyes away from him. It’s good that they’re alone today, because everyone would call him out for being a creep, and Jisung has no energy to deal with that anyway.

Wide birthing hips.

He’s held Donghyuck’s hips before a few times, yet he never thought of them like that. He knows for a fact that if he were to grab Donghyuck by the hips again, the skin underneath would be soft and downy. Donghyuck has a strict shower-exfoliating-moisturizing regime that cannot be messed with, so that’s… something. Whatever. They would also be warm, Jisung knows, because all of Donghyuck runs warm like summer heat stuck in a small room, hot enough that Jisung’s palms run damp if he touches him for too long. 

“Jisung,” Donghyuck calls, and Jisung just hums back, not bothering to look up at him. His hips are kind of round, a bit, more than the average male, way rounder than Jisung himself. And then again, “Jisung, are you hungry right now? Should I plate it up?”

He almost says no. Fuck the food, can Donghyuck take his damn pants off? Just so Jisung can check what Chenle really meant, if Donghyuck’s hips really are as wide as a girl’s. But he just hums again, a sort of mumbled yeah, sure that is almost too low, but Donghyuck seems to get it just fine. He starts walking around the kitchen again, picking up bowls and cutlery, and Jisung stares as his hips sway with the movement. Definitely a boyish movement, but there’s something… attractive about it. Maybe it’s the soft line of his hips shifting underneath the worn fabric of his shorts, leading down to the long lines of his legs, down his shapely calves, all the way down to the delicate bones of his ankles, barefoot in the kitchen, while cooking them dinner. It’s hot, for no good reason, it has Jisung twitching in his jeans. God, what is wrong with him? 

It was just a stupid comment made by Chenle, offhand and ridiculous, and yet as he watches Donghyuck take their plates to the small kitchen table he can’t help but agree. Wide birthing hips, with a pull so strong Jisung’s palms itch with the need to grab him, manhandle him a little, to fit his fingers against the delicate bones underneath the soft skin and test just how well it fits there.

Jisung is not completely delusional, he knows that Donghyuck having child bearing hips – whatever, whatever!– it doesn’t mean anything. Donghyuck is lacking the main organs needed for childbirth, and so he understands, obviously, that his hips are just. Normal. 

And yet. He can’t pretend he’s not transfixed by it, watching Donghyuck move carelessly around his kitchen, completely comfortable as he serves them their food.

“I’ll take them to the table,” Jisung hears himself mumble once everything is in bowls, itching to distract himself with something, anything to stop feeling like a damn creep.

It takes two trips to take everything to the table while Donghyuck finishes putting the dishes in the sink, and Jisung finally feels like he can breathe. Donghyuck eating is a Donghyuck he is used to, nothing new. Although, he supposes Donghyuck is quite cute when he does that, too. Which, um, it’s not a new revelation or anything; he’s noticed the way he pouts while eating, and the little headshakes as he takes big spoonfuls into his mouth, and it’s quite… adorable, he supposes. 

Goddamn.

Some minutes of awkward silence –at least, awkward for Jisung– Donghyuck takes a long sip of his Coke, then bodily twists so he’s facing Jisung’s profile. “So, Sungie,” he says, while Jisung trembles with the effort of not moving an inch, like moving will give Donghyuck an idea of what exactly has been going on in his head. “Is everything alright?”

“Hmm? Yeah, ‘course.”

Donghyuck hums. Jisung can still feel his eyes burning at the side of his head, so he continues chewing on his –perfectly broiled, goodness– beef in hopes of appearing normal. 

“Any issues at work?”

“No, work’s fine. It’s good.”

“Alright.” Donghyuck deadpans, leaning in closer, so close Jisung flinches at the sudden lack of space between them. He’d look stupid trying to avoid eye contact like this, so he slowly turns to face each other, finding them almost nose-to-nose. “Any problems with me, then?”

Jisung inches away just a little bit, just to give himself enough space to calm his rabbiting heart beat. “What? No, of course not, hyung. We are good,” He nods for good measure. “Super good, great!” The thumbs up he lifts is probably an overkill, and dropping it just as fast as he put it up probably did not help anything. 

Donghyuck seems amused by the whole display of… whatever the hell that was. Soon he’s biting the inside of his cheek to strangle the smile that was quickly forming at the corner of his lips. 

“So, why have you been staring at me the whole day then? Wanna fight?”

“Fight?” Jisung squeaks. Fighting sounds like something that could kill him, if he managed to press Donghyuck beneath him, wrists uselessly held by his head… “Nope! No fighting!” 

Thankfully Donghyuck leans back on his chair, picking up his chopsticks again and bringing some tofu to chew on. His lips are still pouty as he continues to study Jisung, speaking up once he’s swallowed. 

“What gives, then, if you aren’t angry at me?”

Jisung shovels rice into his mouth to buy himself some minutes to really think things through. He hears Donghyuck sigh as Jisung almost chokes on his food, but otherwise he waits patiently for him to finish.

“Uh, well,” Jisung starts once he had managed to swallow down the lump of food without dying. He has to clear his throat, sneaking a look with the corner of his eye just to find Donghyuck intently listening to him. “It’s just this thing Chenle said. About you. Last time we hung out?”

“Chenle says a lot of stuff,” Donghyuck sighs softly. “You’re gonna have to be more specific, Sung-ah.”

“He said that you have child-bearing hips!”

It all comes out like he spat it out, a jumbled mess of hardly-understandable syllables that shock the both of them with how loud Jisung practically shouted it. He wishes this was all just a bad, terrible dream, but when he slowly turns to find Donghyuck quietly blinking at him, Jisung knows he’s definitely said it. 

Donghyuck seems to mull on the words for a small eternity; when he finally speaks up, Jisung’s appetite is dead, and his palms are clammy with nervous sweat. “Okay,” Donghyuck says, then repeats himself. “Okay, right. And you have been… trying to confirm? By staring like a weirdo, by the way.”

Jisung winces at that. “Not like a weirdo,” he replies, but it comes out weakly, he’s not a particularly good liar. “Not confirm, per se, in the sense of the word. More like… investigate.”

He wishes he had choked on his food, he wishes he weren’t here, he wishes he was a jellyfish with no heart or brain, just floating in the ocean by the grace of God.

“Investigating.”

“Yeah.”

Another pregnant pause that has Jisung pushing his half-finished bowl away with a sigh. 

“You’re not very good at it, then.”

His whole body deflates at that, sighing in what he hopes is pitiful enough that Donghyuck will spare him. “Yeah.”

He pouts harder when he hears Donghyuck cackle at that, quite evilly if he does say so himself. “Jisung-ah, look at me.”

He does not do it immediately. One, he’s too nervous and his face feels warm, but secondly, Donghyuck always gets what he wants eventually, Jisung just likes to play hard to get for a few seconds before he crumbles. As expected, when he turns to look at Donghyuck, he has a smile that is equal parts amused and endeared. He looks at him like this often enough that when his stomach twists with it, it’s a stupidly familiar feeling. 

“You have to be more hands-on when you investigate things, Jisung-ah,” Donghyuck tells him with sage wisdom, fond smile still clinging at the corner of his lips. “You gotta put your heart into it.”

Jisung blinks at that. “Um, right. Okay?”

“Stand up.”

With one last forlorn look at his food, Jisung pushes away from the table, and watches warily as Donghyuck does the same. He doesn’t flinch when Donghyuck grabs his wrist and starts dragging him deeper into the apartment, very used to the feeling of Donghyuck manhandling him around despite his advantageous size difference, Jisung simply follows him around like the obedient puppy he has always been for him.

Alarm bells start blaring in his head once they enter Donghyuck’s room, standing smack-dab in front of the mirror door of Donghyuck’s closet. He’s always shocked by how clean Donghyuck keeps his space, and in the reflection of the mirror he can see the tidy bed right behind them, the speaker and chargers on the bedside table, and the tall lamp on the other side.

He freezes in place before Donghyuck, afraid to even breathe too loud when Donghyuck starts pulling his shirt off, revealing a body Jisung has only seen in short, accidental glimpses. He’s narrower than Jisung; his shoulders are not as broad, his collarbones standing stark against the tan skin, which is slightly less tan than the rest of his body. He doesn’t have bulging muscles like Jeno, but Jisung can still tell the effort he has been putting into his training sessions. The longer he stares, the warmer he feels, his heart pattering painfully hard in his ribcage. Their eyes meet in the mirror, and what meets him is a look he has never seen before on Donghyuck. He doesn’t break eye contact though, not even when Donghyuck slowly peels his shorts down his body, slowly revealing tight black underwear and eternal miles of tan skin until they end up pooled by their feet. The remaining fabric clings tight to every single inch of Donghyuck’s hips, his legs, if he could only convince himself to not look away, he would see the way Donghyuck’s cock pressed against the fabric.

Jisung doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move, hardly even breathes. He can’t, really, because all he can smell is Donghyuck; he’s not wearing any perfume or cologne today, only his lotion, milk powder clinging to his smooth skin. 

“See, Jisungie?” Donghyuck finally speaks, just loud enough for Jisung to have to lean in just that bit closer to hear him, until only a wisp of air separates them from being skin to skin. “You gotta get your hands dirty, and check for yourself.”

Donghyuck’s skin is warm when Jisung’s hands finally land on his hips, invitingly so even through the fabric. He tightens his hold just a little, entranced by the image they paint in the mirror. They are such a stark contrast against each other; pale to tan, broad to lean, yet where Jisung stretches on in lanky length, Donghyuck’s small waist tapers off into a wider curve, first his hips, then to thick thighs. It’s mouth-watering, to get to see it like this, without any layers of thick jeans and long shirts to hide it.

“Hyung…” Jisung hears himself whisper, squeezing again, to get a good feel like he hasn’t ever let himself before, never allowed himself to linger too much. He likes girls, he’s held girls like this, and yet Jisung’s cock stirs in his sweatpants like it never had for any woman before. “I-I don’t…”

His sentence falls flat. He actually doesn’t know how to finish that sentence, or what he’s even doing. All he knows is that Donghyuck melts into his body, finally pressed flushed together, watching with dark eyes as Jisung’s wide palms engulf his hips, how his long fingers try to close around his body and yet don’t manage to meet. 

“It’s okay,” Donghyuck shushes him, smiling sweetly at him even though he looks anything but sweet now. He looks sinful, every single fantasy Jisung wasn’t even aware he had, encapsulated in one perfect body. “See?” Donghyuck’s small hands fall on top of Jisung’s, squeezing them further together, so Jisung can get a good handful of him and really feel how his body curves into his palms. “How does it feel?”

The question brings a flush up Jisung’s chest, until he feels it tickling his cheeks. “Feels… good, hyung.”

Donghyuck hums, pleased, leaning further into Jisung so he can rest his head on his shoulder. His curls tickle at the side of Jisung’s cheek, and he watches the mirror, transfixed on how Donghyuck’s body arches and stretches against him. “Yeah?”

His lips brush against Jisung’s neck, stay there, brushing against it just so as they curl into a smile.

“Child bearing, you said, right?” Jisung’s too embarrassed to say it out loud so he nods, knowing Donghyuck isn’t really expecting an answer from him. He’s teasing him, Jisung is intimately familiar with the tilting tone of his voice when he’s taking the piss, knows the cheeky smile all too well. What’s new is how it makes his blood rush, how it has him hardening against Donghyuck’s ass, trying to angle his hips away, too embarrassed and overwhelmed by how much power Donghyuck has over him like this.

“So what now? Are you gonna tell Chenle? Report that if someone fucked me hard enough, we could make it happen?”

“I-I’m, no! I mean, I wasn’t going to tell anyone, I don’t know….” He shakes his head so fast he almost smacks Donghyuck with the movement. For his credit, Donghyuck doesn’t startle, simply cracks an eye open lazily, making their gazes meet in the reflection of the mirror. He feels out of his depth here, where Donghyuck looks unbothered even though his body keeps seeking Jisung’s, and his underwear cannot hide how his dick is chubbing up, too. Still, Jisung feels like he’s at a disadvantage here, playing a game he’ll surely lose.

It’s okay, though, because it’s Donghyuck. His Donghyuck hyung, funny and caring, who has yet to let Jisung down until now, someone he feels safe will. 

“You don’t know, but you like it, right?”

Donghyuck asks it so sweetly, so patiently. And, well, that’s the thing. That’s the whole situation that has Jisung like this. Yes, of course he fucking likes it. He has spent the whole day looking at this man and wondering, when did you get so pretty? Why does he have Jisung wanting things he’s never wanted before?

“Yes, hyung,” he hears himself whispering, growing warmer when Donghyuck’s smile stretches at the corners, feeling ashamed and turned on beyond belief. “I like it. Y-you.”

“Sweetheart,” Donghyuck coos in that melodious voice that gets him exactly what he wants every single time. “That’s it, huh? You want your hyung to take care of you, yes?”

Saliva floods Jisung’s mouth, eyes jumping from one point to another, refusing to miss anything, obsessed with the pretty image they paint like this. “Yes hyung, please.”

He’s never known Donghyuck to be someone particularly athletic, but here, he moved with complete ease. Smoothly, he spins around, hands working quickly to push at Jisung’s chest, until his knees hit the edge of the bed, and he falls on it in a graceless heap. The mirror shows Donghyuck walking around his room to grab a little bottle and a wrapper from somewhere in his dresser. When he comes back to stand in front of Jisung, he stands tall and gorgeous. There’s not a single show of weakness or apprehension in his face, not with the way his dark eyes zone in on Jisung, traveling up and down his body. He smiles at him again, something a bit too taunting to be comforting.

“You’re going to be good for hyung, right, Sungie?”

He’s nodding before Donghyuck even finishes the sentence, watching with wide eyes as he hooks his fingers into the elastic of his underwear, and slowly pushes it down. It’s like a gift being unwrapped, each inch of smooth skin revealed shining and soft-looking, his plump thighs and shapely calves, his meaty hips. His cock almost shocks Jisung into turning away, and he simply finds that he can’t. He’s never been this up close and personal with a dick other than his own before, hardly ever thought about it before brushing the whole idea off. And yet here Donghyuck is, his cock pink and hard, right in front of his face. 

“Oh.” Jisung hears himself gasp softly, feeling winded. “Hyung, you’re so… pretty.”

He’s not even aware he’s said it out loud until Donghyuck giggles at him, but he doesn’t try to take it back. It’s just true; Donghyuck is smooth and lean, his tan skin is littered by moles, and even his cock is thick and pretty. 

“You’ve never called me pretty before,” Donghyuck says as he climbs into Jisung’s lap. “Is it my lucky day or what?”

He must have said it before, he wants to say, because he’s always thought Donghyuck was pretty, but Jisung can’t answer, his throat suddenly too tight. Donghyuck settles onto his lap comfortably, one arm hitching up around his neck to bring them closer, the other one fumbling with the bottle from before. Lube, clear and shiny, half-way through. In the mirror, the sight is almost like one of the porn videos Jisung used to watch when he was younger. Donghyuck’s ass is not big, or fat, but with him sitting on Jisung’s lap, it looks like a nice, round handful of meat and muscle. The line of his spine, leading the dimples at the bottom, his ass right above Jisung’s cock, it’s all almost too much to process. 

Suddenly there’s a hand wrapping around his right wrist, and the lube is being poured down his fingers in fat, shiny globs that slip down his palm.

“Rub your fingers together,” Donghyuck orders, his eyes somehow impossibly darker, attentively watching as Jisung does as he’s told. Then he pulls Jisung’s arms behind his back, leading his fingers to his ass, until, God, until Jisung feels them slip between his crack, rubbing at his hole. It’s puckered, feeling entirely too small and tight for anything to push into it, yet Donghyuck pushes until the tip of his index finger teases at it. “Slow, yeah? Come on, put it in.”

“Okay,” Jisung murmurs, looking into Donghyuck’s warm eyes one last time before turning to the mirror again. He watches as his finger slowly inches in, slowly, taking care to not push too hard, until the last knuckle has nowhere else to go. Donghyuck sighs at it, one long breath leaving his chest and seeming to take all the tension in his body away with it. “Can I move it?”

“I sure hope so,” Donghyuck giggles again, his eyes slipping closed. He looks blissed out already, even though Jisung hasn’t really done anything. “Fuck, your fingers are long. Put another one in, I can take it.” 

He says it so confidently, while pushing his hips against Jisung’s hands, it’s maybe the hottest thing anyone has said to him before. So Jisung does as told, a little ball in the pit of his stomach growing with determination. It’s a strong desire pulling at his gut, to be good, to make Donghyuck feel good. It’s not one he gets that often; most of the time he likes to fight back just because he can. He knows his stubbornness makes Donghyuck’s blood pump faster, and he likes riling him up any chance he can. But Donghyuck is practically melted into his lap, body so giving, all Jisung wants to do is give back as much as he’s taking.

Just as slowly as before, watching the way Donghyuck’s shoulder hitch up before falling when a little moan escapes his lips. Jisung pulls them out slowly before pressing back in, and when Donghyuck moans again –something soft and high pitched– he does it again, picking up the pace when it’s obvious he’s not hurting him. Every drag of his fingers has Donghyuck trembling above him, his face pushed against Jisung’s neck. He wishes he could see him, the way his lips part to gasp out each moan and groan, how his eyes would look when flooded by pleasure, and the desperation makes him move faster, pulling out just so he can breach him again, three fingers this time.

“S-shit, Jisung, try to curl your fingers, see if you can find it?”

Jisung finds his own eyes in the mirror, shocked by what he finds. Sweaty, needy, a look he’s never seen before on himself. 

“It?”

He does it anyway, startled by how hard Donghyuck seems to tremble in his hold. He curls his fingers again, getting a good feel of whatever he’s touching and finding it to be a bundle of something soft and round. Donghyuck whines against him, loud and reedy, like it was shocked out of him. “Oh,” Jisung mumbles, pulling out just to press inside again, deep and hard against it, delighted by how it makes Donghyuck squeal. “Right. It.”

He freezes when Donghyuck’s small hands press against his chest, sitting up right again. “Stop, stop, don’t wanna come yet,” Donghyuck says, and Jisung can finally get a good look at him. He blushes pink rather than red, on his cheeks and his chest, and the sweat is matting his bangs to his forehead. Lovely, he looks gorgeous, Jisung feels the pit of his stomach fall with the realization that he’s the most beautiful he’s ever been like this. “Take them out.”

Jisung does so wordlessly, seeing the way he winces at the sensation. He panics a little when Donghyuck lifts up off of him, standing on wobbly legs, and then panics for a whole new reason when Donghyuck nods down at him.

“Take your clothes off.”

He’s literally had his fingers inside him, yet this is the one thing that makes Jisung flush from head to toe. “Um, everything?” 

Donghyuck shrugs, though the teasing smile is back, dampened by how fucked out he looks already. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”

Jisung nods, looking down at himself like he can’t even remember getting dressed that morning. He pulls the shirt off, then hesitates on his sweatpants, deciding that if Donghyuck is naked and vulnerable, he will be too, and pushes them down until he can kick them away from them to join the rest of the mess on the floor. 

“Scoot back a bit, yeah?”

Jisung does, sitting fully so his thighs rest comfortably on the bed, rather than at the edge of the mattress. Donghyuck grabs the wrapper, then contemplates between the condom and Jisung.

“Are you clean?”

He almost says I showered, thank you very much! And then realizes Donghyuck means something else entirely. It makes him feel hot and embarrassed and so desperate he almost chokes with it, but simply nods quietly. “It’s been a while since my last test, but I haven’t been with anyone since.”

It has been the longest dry spell in Jisung’s life, and so the idea of hitting it raw is giving him heart palpitations he is almost sure Donghyuck can hear. Donghyuck shrugs, tossing the condom somewhere on the floor. “Cool, works for me,”  he stretches his arms above his head, groaning softly and shaking out all the tension in his body. He passes the lube bottle to Jisung wordlessly, and stares at him when Jisung pops the cap, watches intently as he pools a generous amount in hand, makes his body burn as he continues staring when Jisung gets himself wet and ready. “I’m clean too, by the way, since you forgot to ask.”

“Right,” Jisung squeaks, overwhelmed by everything, half-wondering if maybe this is just a very lucid dream and he’s still in his own room, somehow. He stops palming his dick once he realizes he’s too sensitive for that while Donghyuck’s still looking at him. “That’s good.”

Donghyuck snorts. For a second, Jisung feels like a teenager again. For many years, it always felt like the other guys were so much older and wiser than him, even if their actual age difference isn’t all that big. They always seemed like they knew so much, lived so much more than him, and Jisung was left waddling after them, full of naivety and admiration. 

He watches, wide-eyed, chest filled with a familiar wonder as Donghyuck sets a knee on the mattress by his thigh, then flips, so he ends up straddling Jisung’s lap while facing the mirror. He meets Jisung’s eyes in the reflection, his eyes seeming to roam all around and taking them both in, fully. It’s obscene, like something Jisung would only dare to watch alone in the dark, under his covers, and sitting in broad daylight where he can see every minute detail of his body makes his head feel foggy. The round shoulders, the moles on his body, the way his hips look like they’re the perfect place for Jisung to grip them until he leaves a mark. His thighs, and between them, his cock, swollen, pink, standing against his tummy, unmistakable and unavoidable. He’s having sex with a man, and yet the panic is only fleeting; Jisung looks up again, and Donghyuck is already smiling at him. He’s fucking a man, he’s fucking Donghyuck.

“Be good and stay still, yeah, Jisungie?” Donghyuck sighs, gripping at the base of Jisung’s cock and lifting up on his knees. “Let hyung take care of you, hmm?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, while Jisung is trying to unmelt his brain, Donghyuck is already lowering down on his cock. He does it slowly, not because he seems afraid of hurting himself, more like he can’t look away from the stupid face Jisung is making as the head finally breaches inside him. He feels small, impossibly tight, yet Jisung watches their reflection in the mirror as Donghyuck seems to just… take him. Inch by inch, until Jisung’s all wrapped up in his heat, ass against thighs. 

“Ahh, fuck,” Donghyuck hums, somehow delighted and wrecked all at once. “Fuck, you’re big, don’t move.”

“I won’t,” Jisung grits out, yet instead of his voice sounding deep and steady he sounds just as wrecked and messed up as Donghyuck, all whiny and out of breath. His body shakes with the effort to stay still and not chase the tight heat of Donghyuck’s body, even though he wants nothing more than to twitch his hips up, just a bit, just enough to get Donghyuck moaning his name again. 

He feels it against his chest when Donghyuck takes one last big breath, before sitting up on his hips again, slowly. Both their eyes seem to be unable to look away from their reflection, watching where their bodies are connected, gasping together when Donghyuck falls back again. It’s good, too good, Jisung has to squeeze his eyes shut just to keep himself from coming right there. There’s just so much happening, with the mirror right there and Donghyuck swiveling his hips in tight little circles, Jisung buried deep inside him, the lube starting to drip down his thighs as it squelches with Donghyuck’s movement. He’s making these sweet little sounds, ah! And, o-oh, hmm, just all of it driving Jisung to insanity the longer he just sits on his lap and uses him. 

Jisung mutters all his courage to murmur, “Hyung, please…” pressing his forehead against Donghyuck’s damp shoulder and hiding there. His arms feel heavy and useless, but he wraps them around Donghyuck’s waist, as if they could get any closer, melt and mix together, blend by osmosis, no space for air between them. One of Donghyuck’s small hands wraps around his left wrist, his crooked pinky tapping against the bone there, and the other finds itself buried in Jisung’s hair, not pulling, just resting there, sweet and intimate.

Donghyuck laughs, though it sounds more like a wheeze, squeezing his wrist in an apology. “Sorry, didn’t mean to, just feels good. Got distracted.”

This time when he picks himself up again, he does it faster, using gravity to bring his body down just as quickly. Their legs make a clapping sound that makes Jisung feel dirty to the very tips of his fingers, but then Donghyuck is clenching around him, and Jisung is not thinking about anything.

He’s never felt anything like this before. Sex is sex is sex; he thought, if he ever did it with a guy, it would be pretty much the same, but it’s not. It’s tighter, and Donghyuck is rougher than the girls he’s been with before, not as giving as they were. He’s.. using Jisung, almost, setting a pace that is torturously slow and shallow, but it must feel good for him, it must, his body clenches around him like he doesn’t want to let go, and he throws his head back like his body can’t even stand on his own anymore.

“H-hyung, please?”

Embarrassing, so embarrassing it makes his toes curl, his eyes squeeze shut so tight he sees stars behind his eyelids, but Donghyuck must like it. He shudders, picking up the pace, fast enough that their bodies make a rhythmic sound as he bounces on Jisung’s cock. His hips twitch up, just the slightest bit, but even that jostles Donghyuck on his lap.

Donghyuck clicks his tongue at him, but thankfully doesn’t stop. “Oppa, you said you’d be good, didn’t you?”

Oppa, said in that honey-dripping tone of voice, soft yet heavy words that echo in Jisung’s mind. His cock twitches, and Donghyuck must feel it, giggling as Jisung’s body goes tense underneath him. “Mmm, oppa, don’t you want me to feel good? Don’t you want me to come first?”

Jisung wants to grab him by the thighs, slam into him until they’re both raw with it, wants to fuck him until Donghyuck’s sass and wit is nowhere to be seen, until all he can say is his name in that sweet voice. But more than anything, Jisung wants to please him, wants him to chase whatever it is he needs in him. So Jisung just nods, clenching his thighs, keeping still as Donghyuck continues to ride him with a new determination. 

“Yes, of course, anything you want,” he pants out, sounding stressed and turned on beyond belief, because he is. Jisung has never been this hard, balls so tight it might start hurting any time soon. “Just, fuck, it’s so good, so tight.”

Donghyuck has always liked it when people praise him. As soon as the words are out, he picks up his pace, and Jisung dares to open his eyes to watch him in the mirror. He’s gorgeous, his tan skin shining with sweat, his thighs open wide so he can use the lean muscles to impale himself on Jisung’s cock. Too beautiful he almost has to close his eyes again and finds that he can’t, too lost on every inch of body on him.

“Feels good, huh? Best you ever had?”

He’s never heard this tone of voice on Donghyuck. So lecherous, so tempting, he knows he has Jisung right on the palm of his hand. It pulls a pathetic whimper from Jisung, stringing out into a whine when Donghyuck starts clenching on him, holding him in a vice grip. 

“The best, n-no one’s fucked me like this before.” Talking is becoming increasingly difficult; Jisung doesn’t even know what he’s saying anymore, just anything, as long as it gets Donghyuck to finally let him come. Donghyuck starts moaning louder, his face looking so blissful in the mirror, his lips round and shiny as they part to let out every little moan and sigh. “Please, I need to come, please?”

Donghyuck slows down suddenly, sitting his full weight on Jisung’s lap; their skin sticks together with sweat and lube, and Jisung’s mouth salivates. They sit there quietly, the only sound being their ragged breathing and the pounding in Jisung’s ears, and he doesn’t dare to move, he just waits.

When Donghyuck starts grinding on him again he almost sobs, manages to swallow it down, eyes seeking Donghyuck’s in the reflection. His pupils are blown wide, Jisung can hardly see any of the warm brown left, and he’s smirking, that infuriating smile that has always pumped Jisung’s blood with the need to prove himself. 

Donghyuck’s hips draw a tight circle, his smile falling as he moans, loud enough it echoes in the room. “You deserve it, don’t you, oppa? You’ve been so nice to me, letting me use your big dumb cock, haven’t you?”

Jisung wants to kiss him, and the realization is scarier than actually being inside of him. He nods, unable to speak, swallowing down thick saliva and any other stupid words that might try to slip out in some sort of desperate prayer.

“Hmm, okay, so fuck me then.”

Jisung blinks, then blinks again. “Really?”

“Don’t make me beg.”

He doesn’t. Too wound up, Jisung just holds Donghyuck tightly by the hips –his fingers sink into the giving meat so easily–, and does what he had been thinking about ever since Chenle brought up the whole damn thing. He’s so desperate, feels so out of control of his own body, that the pace he sets up as soon as he plants his feet firmly on the ground is out of control. It jostles Donghyuck on his lap, who clenches his hand around the root of Jisung’s hair as if that will give him some stability. 

“Oh, fuck,” He hears Donghyuck pant, words breaking off in a drawn out moan that makes the back of Jisung’s neck itch. “So… fucking… deep!”

Jisung, stupidly, brings up his palm to Donghyuck’s stomach, fitting his palm to the soft valley of it, and presses down hard. If he presses hard enough, he might feel himself. It’s a deluded thought, but he feels like he’s invading all of Donghyuck, rearranging space to fit himself in, each broken moan and whine that he manages to punch out of Donghyuck driving his hips inside deeper.

“Hyung,” Jisung cries out, his voice ragged, unable to catch his breath. Donghyuck clenches around him, and Jisung is so close he can almost taste it. “Hyung, I’m close, can I? Please?”

“Hah, God,” Donghyuck giggles madly. He likes that, likes the fact that they’re both so far gone Jisung can’t even recognize them. “Fuck, yeah, fill me up, Jisungie, come on, I wanna be dripping with you.”
Fuck, oh fuck, he’s not sure if he mutters it, or cries, or maybe he didn’t even say any thing at all. He fucks Donghyuck faster, chasing his relief in his tight body, unable to think about anything but fucking Donghyuck full.

“Jisung. Jisung, look at me.”

He’s helpless but to obey, craning his neck until their foreheads are pressed together, the sweat there making them slide awkwardly with every thrust, their lips dangerously close, a hair's breadth away. That sudden spike of fear hits him again; if they kissed right now, Jisung would miss it. He’d want to do it again, casually, selfishly, in hidden corners of their friend’s houses and bars. Jisung would need it, almost more than he’d need to be inside Donghyuck again, and each time it seems like they just might, he’s not sure what scares him more: knowing what it feels like, or not being brave enough to get a taste for himself.

Donghyuck doesn’t seem like he cares either way; he smiles at Jisung, wide and blissed, his whole face glowing red and lovely. “Come on Oppa, inside me, so you’ll never forget how good your hyung is to you.”

There’s nothing left for Jisung to do after that. He comes, almost like Donghyuck commanded him, like he’s just his doll and there was nothing else for him to do. He uses gravity to press himself as deep as possible, and watches wide eyed the moment the first spurt of his come gets buried deep inside him. He knows, he feels it, and he watches the way Donghyuck’s eyelids fall closed, his pretty mouth falling into a perfect little o-shape, feels him clench around him as the seconds stretch on and on. At some point he manages to slide his free hand around Donghyuck’s cock, jerking him clumsily, the slide aided by sweat and precome. He watches the moment Donghyuck comes too, and knows that his earlier words ring true. Jisung will never forget this, his broken moan, how his face utterly relaxes, how his body clenches around Jisung, like it’s simply not enough.

Just as suddenly, time seems to return to them, their panting breaths slowly calming as they both come down from their high. Jisung is still sort of hugging Donghyuck tightly against his chest, and he slowly lets his softening dick go, sparing a glance to the come dripping down his fingers in quite amazement. This happened, it definitely happened, because Donghyuck is still very much sitting on his lap, heads still pressed together, pumped full of Jisung’s come. Looking at the mirror feels almost like an out of body experience, with how dirty they look together. Sweaty, still connected, cum starting to drip out of Donghyuck and down to Jisung’s thighs. It should be disgusting, or terrifying, but instead Jisung just feels… calm, at last. He feels relaxed, unable to look away as Donghyuck starts humming something or other quietly. He sighs quietly, pleased. 

“You’re cleaning your come out of my ass, just by the way,” Donghyuck hums quietly, breaking the buzzing rushing through Jisung’s ear. Once he actually realizes what he said, he can’t help but snort, thankful that Donghyuck’s eyes are still closed; that way, he can’t see how Jisung’s face pinks up in a blotchy red across his cheeks.

“Sure, hyung.”

“Thank you, oppa!”

Sometime soon, Jisung will give himself enough time to panic about… well, everything. But right now he feels happy, and Donghyuck is still holding him back, and for now it’s all that matters.