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Jungsu is curled up on the sofa watching Friends when he hears the digital lock thrill. Jooyeon was back from his birthday live schedule. He expects Jooyeon to trudge straight to his room, ready to wind down and play some games. What he doesn't expect is for Jooyeon to saunter over to him instead, dropping down on the couch with a sigh and immediately slumping against him. He's warm, and Jungsu's body reacts automatically, relaxing as it's met with a familiar body. Again, Jungsu expects Jooyeon to say something but he's silent, eyes watching the screen.
Against the backdrop of the characters talking, and the laugh tracks, Jungsu settles back into watching the show instead of watching Jooyeon. And Jooyeon? Jooyeon settles into Jungsu. His head finds a broad shoulder and his hand finds a sturdy thigh. It's only when Jungsu moves his head, absent-mindedly, sniffing the crown of black hair resting on his shoulder that Jooyeon makes a sound.
It's a soft little hum, of acknowledgement perhaps. A greeting despite having met at least 20 minutes ago, but only now deciding that touch wasn't enough. Jungsu doesn't respond in kind, so Jooyeon presses - his fingers and thumb into Jungsu's thigh. This touch is meant to send a different message, a tentative request. Jungsu's hand crawls onto the nape of Jooyeon's neck, massaging the skin there and then moving to scratch his head. The hum starts again, this time growing in volume before it spills from an open mouth in a low moan as eyes roll back in satisfaction. Jungsu can't help it, his lips curve into a smile at how predictable Jooyeon is, like a little puppy.
After he ceases the head scratches, Jooyeon surprisingly doesn't protest. The hand still resting on Jungsu's thigh though, starts inching, almost imperceptibly, up his leg. Jungsu pretends not to notice but his eyes keep flickering between the tv screen and the hand. By the time Jooyeon's hand is at the top of his thigh, Jungsu is struggling to pay attention to the TV. But he refuses to move a muscle, despite every cell in his body crying out to move closer to Jooyeon. He is loathe to admit that he always ends up giving in to Jooyeon. Jooyeon knows that anyway, and he uses it to his advantage every single time. Jungsu can only try to hold out for as long as possible.
The hand lifts off of his thigh and withdraws. Jungsu lets out a breath he didn't even realise he was holding. In the next beat, Jooyeon's head also lifts off his shoulder but it doesn't go very far. In fact, it comes nearer. Jungsu's immediate reflex is to turn his head, to meet Jooyeon in a kiss but he tamps it down stubbornly. Jooyeon must have caught the minute movement though, because he huffs out a laugh and his breath hits Jungsu's neck right before his lips do.
Jungsu hasn't touched the remote but the volume seems to have muted itself, because all he can hear are the light smacking sounds of Jooyeon's lips as they explore the side of his neck. The lips pause at the base of his neck. Jooyeon takes the time to breathe in Jungsu's scent before he licks a fat stripe up his neck. Jungsu can feel his muscles locking with the effort he is taking to stay still, eyes already closing in the face of defeat. Then, Jooyeon bites down.
A groan spills from Jungsu's mouth and he clamps it shut but it's too late. He's lost this round, and Jooyeon is ready to collect his winnings. Jungsu feels the smirk against his skin before Jooyeon starts sucking, hard, determined to leave a nasty mark for everyone to see. Unfortunately for Jungsu, his puppy tendencies extend beyond sticking out his tongue and enjoying head scratches to include biting. Lots of it. One day he will train his precious puppy. But for now, he shudders in pained pleasure as Jooyeon treats him like his favourite chew toy.
Once he's had his fill of marking up Jungsu's neck, Jooyeon crawls into Jungsu's lap, hips rutting against Jungsu's thigh as he grabs Jungsu's chin and crashes their lips together in a messy kiss, licking into Jungsu's mouth eagerly. Jungsu loves kissing Jooyeon. It's always a little too wet and entirely too filthy but Jooyeon tastes so sweet and the little whines he lets out always goes straight to Jungsu's cock. He grabs Jooyeon by the waist, squeezing it and moving him where he needs him most, relishing the delicious feeling of their cocks rubbing against each other, the friction already so good even through the fabric of their pants. Jooyeon throws his head back in pleasure and Jungsu takes the opportunity to bite him instead, nipping at his long neck with a vengeance.
Jooyeon is impatient, as usual. He pushes down his sweatpants and boxers just enough to get his cock out and gives it a few cursory strokes, before reaching for Jungsu's pants. Jungsu catches his hands quickly and he's met with a pair of eyes staring balefully down at him. He paints such a pretty picture of a desperate little puppy with his cock out, Jungsu wants to coo at him and pinch his cheeks while he pouts. But he shoves that thought away for later.
"Use your mouth baby," he murmurs. Jungsu knows the glaring is just for show, he can already see the way Jooyeon shivers at the petname and smacks his lips like he's trying not to drool at the idea. He goes willingly, twisting his hands out of Jungsu's gentle grip and moving them to Jungsu's thighs instead. Jungsu swiftly places a cushion on the floor for him, and he wiggles on it to make himself comfortable. Jungsu can't help but kiss him again, hard and demanding, thrusting his tongue into his mouth in a promise of what was to come. When he draws back he swears he can see stars in Jooyeon's eyes.
He moves slowly as if in a daze, eyes crossing a little at the hard cock in his face and opens his mouth to suck shallowly, teasingly, alternating the sucking with tiny licks. It looks like he's eating his favourite treat with the way he relishes it, eyes slowly closing shut. His hips are rutting desperately, searching for friction and Jungsu takes pity on him and slides his bare foot against Jooyeon's cock, lightly stepping on it and causing Jooyeon to moan, the reverberations squeezing Jungsu deliciously.
Jungsu lets him have his way for a bit, until he grows impatient and curls his hand in his hair and pulls. Jooyeon pulls off with a lewd popping sound and he instinctively keeps his mouth open, waiting. Something deep inside Jungsu purrs in satisfaction at his obedience, his willingness to be dragged around exactly where Jungsu needs him and he indulges it, pushing Jooyeon's head down on his cock and thrusting his hips up into the hot, wet mouth that swallows him whole and down the tight, wet throat.
The sound of Jungsu fucking into Jooyeon's throat are obscenely loud in the quiet living room, accompanied by Jooyeon's harsh breathing through his nose and Jungsu's groans as he chases his pleasure frantically. Once he feels like the string is pulled taut in his stomach, he slows down and pulls Jooyeon off, and the sight of him, tears rolling down his face, mouth red and used, panting with his tongue out, is enough for Jungsu to come with a curse right onto Jooyeon's pretty face. The cum mainly lands on his waiting tongue, but some of it stripes his face and Jungsu swears furiously again, feeling his cock twitch just by seeing that. Jooyeon swallows it down without a word and blinks up at Jungsu with his wide eyes, a look way too innocent for the depraved way he acted just seconds ago.
Jungsu cleans his face off quickly, dropping kisses on his face once it's done and Jooyeon whines, clearly after something more than kisses. He pulls Jungsu down to him, off from the couch to hover over him on the floor as he strokes his cock almost angrily. Jungsu ducks his head down, licking over a nipple before biting down and Jooyeon lets out a pained cry but his hand continues his ministrations. He rolls the other nipple in his fingers, and it's too much, Jooyeon is crying properly now. "Inside, inside me please hyung."
"So polite huh puppy? My good boy," teases Jungsu and the whine Jooyeon lets out is so fucking cute and desperate, his eyes wide and pleading. "What do you need inside? Tell hyung hmm?"
"Ah, ahhh, need your cock inside me Jungsu hyung, please, ah, mmm!"
Jungsu shudders at the way the wave of arousal swells frantically hearing Jooyeon beg pathetically, but he still spares a thought for Jooyeon's comfort, already reaching for the lube they keep hidden under the couch and hastily spreading Jooyeon's legs to rub at his hole. Jooyeon whines but surrenders to being stretched open, breaths coming hard and fast as Jungsu's fingers speed up. Jungsu can't help but watch his fingers pistoning in and out of Jooyeon's tight hole, only tearing his eyes to admire Jooyeon flushed and sweating under him, still stroking his cock slowly. The tears have began running down his cheeks again, too overwhelmed by how good it feels and Jungsu coos quietly, leaning down to kiss him gently. His mouth seeks Jungsu's mouth, needing to ground himself somehow. Once Jungsu's fingers find his prostate however, he tears away with a loud gasp, "please hyung I'm ready, oh please, please…."
And who is Jungsu to deny him, when he asks so prettily? Withdrawing his fingers, he only pauses to pour lube over his cock, giving it a few cursory strokes before he's pressing it to Jooyeon's winking hole. He pushes in slowly, watching Jooyeon's face scrunch up in discomfort and crowds into his space again to kiss him, although Jooyeon can only afford to gasp into his mouth. When Jungsu finally pushes all of his cock in, he takes a deep breath, god Jooyeon was so tight, rotating his hips and grinding deep into Jooyeon, who chokes on air, eyes rolling back into his head.
Jungsu pushes Jooyeon's legs up and towards his chest and he is just about conscious enough to hold them there. Then Jungsu begins to thrust, still slow, feeling like his brain is leaking out of his cock with how good it feels to fuck Jooyeon, his cock being massaged by Jooyeon's tight and hot hole. Each thrust punches Jooyeon's breath out of his lungs and there's a near constant whining, until he finally gathers enough energy to cry, "F-f-fah- ah- fffaster hyung, pleaseeee," and Jungsu picks up the pace, feeling absolutely frenzied. His hands grip Jooyeon's hips tightly, tight enough to leave marks later and he fucks Jooyeon hard and fast and deep. He's lost control of his mouth at this point, moaning and praising Jooyeon, "my good boy, so good, so perfect for me, all mine, mine, mine"
He reaches to stroke Jooyeon's cock, and it only takes a few strokes before Jooyeon's coming with a scream, back arching off the floor and cum spurting onto his stomach. His body tenses up and the pressure has Jungsu groaning, thrusting unsteadily a few more times before he's coming, hard, in Jooyeon. He collapses on top of Jooyeon, nosing into his neck and feeling his racing heart slow gradually. When he finally pulls out, Jooyeon groans noisily, stretching out his legs and Jungsu admires the sight of cum trickling out of his hole like a pervert before he shakes his head and goes to attend to his boyfriend who will inevitably start whining about the drying cum.