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Jongho wasn't really used to this. Maybe this in general, or maybe just Wooyoung. Probably both.
Wooyoung has been clingy lately, hanging onto Jongho as much as he could, holding his hand and petting his hair and touching his thighs. Jongho was used to this, for the most part, from each of the members. But Wooyoung was being excessive.
On multiple occasions, Wooyoung has touched his chest. Jongho has explicitly told all of them to not do that; he's both sensitive and not the most comfortable with it. Wooyoung does it so fleetingly, though—maybe it's just been an accident each time.
Jongho would've just ignored all this, Wooyoung goes through phases of who he likes the most, but Wooyoung was persistent. He was touching Jongho any and every time possible. Jongho didn't know what to do.
The culmination of Wooyoung's acts took place in Jongho's bedroom.
"Jonggie," Wooyoung said with a pout, closing the door with his back.
Jongho looked at him, connecting his phone to the charger and setting it on his nightstand, in the process of going to bed.
"Why do you ignore me?" Wooyoung complained.
Jongho chuckled. "I don't."
Jongho sat on his bed, and Wooyoung did the same.
"Either you're ignoring me or you're oblivious." Wooyoung stated.
Jongho laughed in surprise. Wooyoung's behavior lately came rushing back to him, but he tried to ignore it. He didn't know if whatever Wooyoung was doing was even something, and had no idea if that was what he was talking about.
"So you're oblivious? You're usually so smart, baby." Wooyoung said, shuffling a few inches closer.
Jongho kept a blank expression even with his face heating up. "What are you saying?" he questioned.
Wooyoung sighed, his pout still prominent. Then, he confessed, "I want you, Jongho. I want you so bad."
Jongho's heart skipped a beat. He stared at Wooyoung, his face still blank, though his eyes a bit wider.
"Don't look at me like that. You know what you do to me."
No, Jongho didn't.
Wooyoung rolled his eyes and scooted closer. "What? You want me to beg?"
Jongho was still frozen, and Wooyoung took that as an answer.
Wooyoung came even closer until their knees were touching. "I want you. Want you so bad, love, I can't take it anymore. I just want your attention. Please? I've been trying so hard to get you to notice me."
Jongho exhaled a breath he'd been holding listening to Wooyoung's sweet voice say those inviting words. He loved Wooyoung. He loved Wooyoung and his bravado and how his eyes shimmered.
"Don't lie." Was all Jongho could say.
Wooyoung frowned. He found Jongho's hand and held it with both of his own. "You don't be dumb. You're not dumb. You've been teasing me on purpose, haven't you?"
Fuck.
He felt wanted.
He was wanted.
Jongho slowly shook his head. Wooyoung rolled his eyes. He crawled into Jongho's lap. Wooyoung cupped his face, barely-there fingertips tracing his brow and below his eye.
"Give yourself to me." Wooyoung murmured. "Please?"
Jongho nodded. His skin was hot where Wooyoung was touching him: his face, his thighs, his bicep that Wooyoung was holding. Hot, hot, hot. Maybe taking off his clothes would help.
"Can't you say it?" Wooyoung crooned.
Jongho swallowed thickly. "Yes, Young, I…" he trailed off, shy. Then, "I want you."
Wooyoung kissed him. Jongho let out some sort of aborted noise, most likely in surprise, even if he just said the words he did. Wooyoung looped his arms around Jongho's shoulders and shuffled closer in his lap. Jongho tentatively set his hands on Wooyoung's thighs.
"Please. I wanna hear it." Wooyoung breathed. "It feels so good."
Jongho wasn't good with words, but he always gave Wooyoung what he asked for.
"I want you, Wooyoung. Take me." Jongho murmured. He squeezed Wooyoung's hips.
Wooyoung moaned, cursing, then kissed Jongho even harder. Jongho needed more. He just didn't know how to go about that.
"Tell me. What do you want, baby? I'll do whatever you want." Wooyoung said.
Jongho wanted him to stop talking.
"Clothes?" he tried.
Wooyoung grinned. He pulled off his shirt before tugging Jongho's over his head. Wooyoung hovered a hand over Jongho's chest. "Can I play?" he asked.
So Wooyoung did know about Jongho's rule. He just decided to ignore it. Jongho nearly said no to get back at him. But he simply nodded.
Wooyoung dipped down to kiss his neck. His fingers trailed over Jongho's nipple. Jongho inhaled a sharp breath, his grip tightening on Wooyoung's waist.
"So cute," Wooyoung whispered. He nipped at Jongho's neck, making him flinch. "Lay down."
Wooyoung got off of him, allowing Jongho to do what he was told. Wooyoung straddled him, and Jongho didn't like the look in his eye. He didn't like being studied like this. He especially didn't like the quietness.
"Stop."
Wooyoung made moves to get off of him.
Jongho realized his mistake. "No, don't."
Wooyoung cocked his head to the side. "Baby? You're not fucked-out already, are you?"
Jongho pursed his lips and shook his head. Now he's brought too much attention to himself. Before he could think, he pushed out, "I really can't talk in situations like this. You can do whatever you want. Please make your questions yes-or-no."
Wooyoung looked at him, nodding softly. His gaze soon dropped back down to Jongho's chest. Jongho realized he didn't even bring that up in his rant, but he's already spent most of his energy saying everything else. He wasn't sure exactly what Wooyoung wanted, but he nodded nonetheless.
Wooyoung moved, almost laying on him, and placed his lips on Jongho's chest. Jongho set his hand on Wooyoung's head, rubbing him with his thumb. His breathing was already labored.
"But you can tell me when you don't like something, right?" Wooyoung asked. He kissed close to Jongho's nipple.
Jongho nodded and bit his lip, humming a small "uh huh."
Wooyoung finally made contact with Jongho's already perky nipple. Jongho flinched, far too sensitive. He draped his arm over his eyes.
"Why are you shy, little bear?" Wooyoung questioned. He gently moved Jongho's arm. Jongho couldn't make eye contact. He stared at Wooyoung's lips instead. "You're perfect. You're everything I want. You said you'd give yourself to me, did you change your mind?"
Jongho quickly shook his head. He needed to reassure Wooyoung, needed to say he wanted this so fucking badly, but the words wouldn't come out, so he grabbed Wooyoung's head and kissed him. Wooyoung reacted eagerly. Jongho sat up, holding Wooyoung's waist to keep him close. Their kisses were fast.
Wooyoung held Jongho's neck, then slid down to his biceps. "You're so fucking hot." He breathed.
Jongho loved praise.
Wooyoung looped his arms around Jongho's neck. He was in Jongho's lap, only a few inches between them. Their skin was warm against each other. Jongho, more comfortable now, could hardly contain himself. He pushed Wooyoung to his back and straddled him.
Wooyoung groaned. He cupped Jongho's face, separating them to say, "Fuck me."
Jongho froze. His heart was beating so hard, he sat up so Wooyoung wouldn't hear it. Wooyoung looked at him with lidded eyes and his bottom lip between his teeth. His hands were resting by his head, setting his body on display. Jongho wanted to see it covered in pretty purple marks.
But that wasn't why he had to stop.
"Top?" Jongho asked.
"You?" Wooyoung clarified. Jongho nodded. "Yes. Do you want to top? You can bottom."
Jongho took a second to think. More than a second, really, or even a few. Wooyoung didn't rush him.
"Bottom." Jongho mumbled.
"Okay, angel, that's okay." Wooyoung said. "Can I ask for one thing, though?"
Jongho hummed, nodding quickly.
"Finger me. Please." Wooyoung said.
Jongho grinned and nodded once again. He dipped down to continue their kiss, his fingers trailing down Wooyoung's waist and stopping at his pants. He wanted them off. Wooyoung, thankfully, could tell, and pushed down his clothes. Jongho gently wrapped his hand around his cock.
"I like when you do it, baby, you're always so good at it." Wooyoung murmured. He carded his fingers through the back of Jongho's hair.
Jongho exhaled a shaky breath. He pumped Wooyoung's cock, and he knew he was being too slow and holding him too loosely, but he was just so nervous. He shouldn't be. He's had sex with the members before. With Wooyoung before, too. Jongho wasn't sure if all the praise had gotten him shy or if it was how Wooyoung was so vocal about his lust. Again, probably both.
"Jongho," Wooyoung moaned. "Want it now, please."
Jongho moved away. He got the bottle of lube from his nightstand and set on coating his fingers. Meanwhile, Wooyoung undressed completely and tossed his clothes aside. Jongho tried not to stare. Wooyoung was so pretty.
Jongho was helpless against Wooyoung when he spread his legs and pulled them back to expose himself. Jongho shuffled close and reached for Wooyoung, his heart racing.
"Wait," Wooyoung interrupted. Jongho froze. "Take your clothes off. You should've done that a long time ago."
Jongho blushed. He had to stand on the floor so he could use his dry hand to push down his pants and underwear. He ignored the way Wooyoung's eyes were glued to him. Jongho got back into position and held Wooyoung's thigh, his other hand hovering over Wooyoung's hole. Wooyoung nodded, and Jongho eased in a finger.
Wooyoung was noisy. Noisy enough for the both of them. Jongho loved it. It was beautiful, a beautiful way to end the day. He just hoped the others didn't mind.
Wooyoung hovered his hand over Jongho's wrist, and Jongho would've thought he was being told to stop if he didn't know this was a thing Wooyoung did. He liked to hold. To be close. Wooyoung had a tight grip on him once Jongho was two fingers in.
Jongho watched Wooyoung's brow furrow and his tongue dart out to wet his lips. He watched his chest shudder as he took in shaky breaths. He saw the way Wooyoung's cockhead began to glisten with precum. He drank in every miniscule movement made by Wooyoung's perfect, perfect body.
"Jongho, fuck," Wooyoung moaned. He shook on Jongho's fingers. "Fuck, fuck, baby, wait."
Jongho paused.
"Okay. God. I need to fuck you before I cum."
Jongho's chest bloomed warm with pride. He eased out his fingers and sat. Wooyoung took a second to sit up. He propped himself on his elbows and looked Jongho up and down. He very obviously spent more time on his cock. Jongho stopped himself from shying away.
Wooyoung fully sat up and grabbed the back of Jongho's neck to kiss him. He told Jongho to lay on his side, then got the lube. Jongho did what he was told. They made eye contact before Wooyoung pushed a finger into him.
Jongho was nearly silent in the bedroom; the only sound that ever gave him away was his breathing. His breaths would be so, so shaky; he would gasp and sigh with the push and pull of pleasure. It was embarrassing.
"Baby bear, you don't have to be so quiet." Wooyoung told him. He added a second finger.
Jongho forced a small whimper. It's not that he thought he shouldn't make noise, he just didn't. He hoped Wooyoung understood. He didn't want to fake moan.
Wooyoung merely hummed. He moved Jongho's leg, propping it up on the outside of his shoulder. Jongho covered his face with his hands. He flinched when Wooyoung snaked a hand up his balls to wrap around his cock. Jongho's legs tried to close, but he only pushed on Wooyoung's body. He felt that was rude, so he spread his legs wider.
Wooyoung chuckled. "You're so cute. Please don't hide. You didn't believe me when I said I wanted you?"
"I believe you, I'm sorry." Jongho hissed. He had been incredulous at first, but Wooyoung has definitely proved himself. And he didn't want Wooyoung to think he didn't want this, so he had to answer. Even though his voice was weak.
"Shh, shh, don't say that. Don't say sorry." Wooyoung told him.
This whole time, he was stroking Jongho's cock and pressing on his prostate in the same, slow rhythm, and Jongho just noticed he'd begun grinding into the motion. It felt too good to stop.
"Relax, baby. I'm just trying to make you feel good. I love you, you know? I want you to feel good."
Jongho sighed deeply. He removed his hands from his face, but kept his eyes closed and said, "I love you too."
Jongho could practically feel how wide Wooyoung was smiling. Wooyoung entered a third finger, and Jongho's hands turned to fists. He couldn't wait any longer.
"Ready now? Yes or no?"
Jongho quickly nodded. Wooyoung slowly removed his hands and guided Jongho's leg down. Jongho sat up. He didn't know what position they were going to be in.
"What do you want to do?" Wooyoung asked. "On your back? I like it that way. But we can do something else."
Jongho nodded. He shuffled to lay down again.
"Bear, where are your condoms?" Wooyoung asked, reaching towards the nightstand. Jongho pointed to the bottom drawer.
Finally, Wooyoung rolled on a condom and lined his dick up to Jongho's hole. They nodded at each other before Wooyoung pushed in. Jongho's jaw dropped and his head fell back to the bed. He was in love with the feeling of being full. Wooyoung pressed all the way in, and Jongho's eyes fluttered closed. He sighed in relief.
"You're so cute, baby boy. Baby bear. Cutest little… fuck, I love you so much."
Jongho hid his face with his arms.
Wooyoung's voice was closer when he said, "I wanna hear it, please. Say it back."
Jongho carefully moved his arms to loop around Wooyoung's neck. "I love you. I love you so much." He whispered.
Wooyoung kissed him. He gave a short thrust, eliciting a surprised noise from Jongho. Wooyoung picked up a rhythm. Jongho had to turn away from their kiss to breathe.
Jongho patted around to find the lube again. Wooyoung took it from him and was nice enough to add an excessive amount, fucking it in. His movements were faster and deeper now.
Jongho bit his lip hard. It felt so good, way too good. He didn't know what to do with himself.
Wooyoung intertwined their fingers on both hands, inadvertently pinning Jongho down. He began repeating the phrase "I love you" in a hushed voice.
He said it at least ten times before Jongho stopped him. "Shut up." He hissed. Jongho tore away his hands to hug Wooyoung, pulling him as close as possible.
Wooyoung was laying on him now, and Jongho loved the weight and the intimacy and how he could feel Wooyoung's breath on him. He could feel Wooyoung's lips, too, kissing his neck and shoulder and collar bone. Wooyoung was moaning. Every sound he made sparked a flame in Jongho's tummy.
"Want you to cum first." Wooyoung told him.
Jongho kissed Wooyoung's neck, just a peck, reminding both of them that they were here and together.
"Need to touch." Jongho breathed. He was a little proud of himself for talking this much, but he was also forced to with Wooyoung's predilection for conversation.
Wooyoung slowed to a stop. He planted a messy kiss on Jongho's chest before sitting up. "Turn over?"
Jongho nodded. Wooyoung pulled out and Jongho moved to his hands and knees. Wooyoung slid his hand all the way up Jongho's spine and back down again. He thumbed at Jongho's hole, almost like he was admiring it. He pushed back in slowly. Jongho made fists in the sheets. This, this is what he wasn't used to. He wasn't used to his body getting so much attention. The others touched him during sex, obviously, but Jongho could feel Wooyoung's appreciation in every pet and rub and squeeze. In every single brush of his fingertips. Every kiss.
Jongho felt like crying.
"Touch, baby. Don't be shy."
Jongho squeezed his eyes shut. He reached a hand to his cock and stroked himself. He was wet with precum and the lube that had dripped down from his ass.
Soon, sooner than he expected, Jongho was whispering Wooyoung's name and cumming into his hand. He shook and spasmed, his posture falling until his hips were almost to the bed.
"Fuck, Jongho." Wooyoung breathed. He kept Jongho close and fucked harder, moaning up until his climax, where he fell silent, not even breathing. He sighed deeply after his high faded and pulled out.
Jongho laid on his side, his arm draped over his face.
Wooyoung shuffled to sit in front of him. "If you hide one more time, Jonggie, I'm going to hit you."
Jongho moved his arm. He felt like crying again. He was fighting the lump in his throat.
Wooyoung's face fell. "I was joking, baby."
"Thank you." Jongho whispered.
"Thank me?" Wooyoung asked, cocking his head to the side.
Jongho pulled Wooyoung down to lay with him. He held Wooyoung's hand in both of his own. "You make me feel good." He mumbled.
Wooyoung grinned. He squeezed Jongho's hand and pet his hair. "Good. That's all I wanted."
Jongho opened his eyes. "I made you feel good?" he asked, his voice weak.
"Of course, love, that's not even a question. Couldn't you tell? Need me to be louder next time?"
Jongho closed his eyes and curled into Wooyoung, his face warm. Wooyoung chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
"Wanna shower?" Wooyoung asked.
Jongho knew he should, but he didn't want to get up. He was tired. He wanted to fall asleep in Wooyoung's arms.
"Let's at least wipe off before we sleep."
That sounded better. Jongho sat up as Wooyoung did and watched him run to the bathroom and bring back a damp washcloth. They kissed while they cleaned up. They moved slowly. Neither of them wanted to leave each other, even if only to sleep.
They put a limited amount of clothing back on before getting under the covers. They laid front-to-back, Wooyoung holding Jongho as close as possible without crushing him. And Jongho still wanted closer.