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—it was almost midnight, powers were gone in the dorm.
The room was dark.
The streetlight's orange light filtered through the curtains, tracing a thin line on the wall. The silence was almost ear-piercing.
wooyoung stared at the ceiling, and the ceiling at him.
the room was instantly cold, then wooyoungs phone buzzed with a text from jongho
—“are you cold?”
wooyoung stared, yes. He was cold.
—“ik your cold just come to my room.”
He paused for a moment.
His heart was beating much hotter than his fingers now.
It was an excuse, he knew that. But it was also an invitation—and who was Wooyoung to refuse?
He got up quietly and opened the door slightly. The hallway was dark.
The only light from jongho's room was the faint glow of his phone screen.
Wooyoung paused in the doorway.
“Really?” he said quietly.
Jongho lifted his head and pulled the covers aside a little.
“It’s warmer in here,” wooyoung said simply.
Wooyoung stepped inside, not making a sound as the door closed.
When he sat on the edge of the bed, San’s arm involuntarily wrapped the blanket around his shoulders.
There was silence for a moment—but even silence couldn’t hide his heartbeat.
“Your hands are cold too,” jongho said with a slight smile.
Wooyoung murmured, looking away. “Maybe you could warm them up.”
Jongho didn’t answer for a moment. He simply brushed his fingers against Wooyoung's hand, like a spark in the darkness. Even though the power was out, something in the room was starting to burn.
“I’ll warm you up.” Jongho’s hand wandered down to wooyoung’s sweatpants, playing with his waistband.
Then he slowly pushed his hand in there, fingers tracing inside his thigh. Wooyoung shivered, biting back whimpers.
Jongho’s fingers pushed wooyoung’s panties aside, now playing and pinching his clit. “Jongho…” wooyoung whimpered softly. —“be quiet… you wouldn’t want to wake joong hyung right?”
Wooyoung nodded, when did jongho get this bold? He couldn’t think straight right now. Jongho’s fingers… his dick… this was all going inside wooyoungs little head. More he thought more he got wet.
Jongho slid his finger in easily, pushing it in and out, curling his finger inside. Wooyoung shivered—half protest, half surrender—as jongho slowly added another finger, then another.
Jongho just slammed his fingers in and out until wooyoung was whimpering and shivering.
—“jongho-wait-fuck-fuck-fuck im gonna-“
He fucking squirted.
“God- I didn’t know i could do that-“ jongho chuckled then simply laid wooyoung onto his back. “Then san isnt good enough.” Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “I don’t fuck with san.” Jongho was already grinding his cum-slick dick onto wooyoung’s slick folds, looking up at him like a puppy.
“Fuck—fuck me already dumbass.”
Jongho finally buried his dick in, bottoming out. Letting out quiet groans. “Fuck… how are you so tight-“
Wooyoung whimpered, “move—move jongho move-“
Jongho started moving, he was so deep inside wooyoung that he felt himself inside wooyoung’s belly. And fuck he actually was.
“Holy shit-“ jongho pressed down the bulge, wooyoung nearly cummed. “Fuck! Don’t press…”
Jongho giggled and kept thrusting into wooyoung, felt like heaven. Wooyoung locked his legs around jongho’s waist—his nails starching jongho’s back, clenching around him
“Don’t- I’ll fucking cum-“ —wooyoung giggled. “Then cum pup~” —“I’ll make you cum first.”
Jongho grabbed wooyoung’s leg, bent it over to his chest nearly. Slamming into wooyoung’s cunt.
“Ah—ah—hah-! Fuck!”
Jongho started rubbing wooyoung’s clit like he played a fucking guitar. Wooyoung squirted again—with that he clenched like a vice around jongho’s dick.
Jongho pulled out before he cum inside wooyoung, spurting all his cum to his belly and pussy.
—“fuck.. are you okay hyung?”
Well, wooyoung’s brain cells were fucked out cock drunk.
“I’m fine- god- what are you?”
Jongho laughed and kissed wooyoung’s mole beneath his eye—then hongjoong shouted.
“The power is on! Stop fucking like you're in heat I cant sleep!”
Then they both laughed
…