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“What are you wearing?”
Jongho flinched, not ready for Wooyoung’s head right next to him. He was in the middle row of the van and Wooyoung was in the seat behind him. “Um… clothes?” he replied.
“No. You know what I'm talking about.” Wooyoung said. He sounded almost mad. When Jongho didn't say anything, he lowered his voice to continue with, “What's under them.”
Jongho turned around, confused. He then wished he hadn’t because he hated Wooyoung’s smirk as realization settled on his face.
Before getting in the van, Jongho had taken off his sweatshirt, and, evidently, his shirt had ridden up as he did. Wooyoung must've been behind him. Jongho didn't usually wear panties, and even less frequently had them exposed above his pants. Jongho turned to the front. Two other members were with them, and he hoped they weren't paying attention.
“What is it? Thong? G-string?” Wooyoung questioned. “Whatever it was, it was lace, and you know how I feel about lace, baby.”
Jongho blushed. He was well aware.
“Were you gonna tell me?”
“I wasn't planning on it.” Jongho mumbled.
Wooyoung reached to pet Jongho’s cheek, backs of his fingers light on him. “You're lucky I saw. What would’ve happened if I learned tomorrow, baby? Or, worse, even later than that?”
Jongho waved his hand away. He could touch him when they were alone.
Wooyoung took his chin and gave him a tiny shake as a warning. “Do I need to say anything else?”
Jongho shook his head. He understood that he'd meet Wooyoung in his room as soon as they got home. Wooyoung pet him again, then sat back in his seat. Jongho let out a breath.
What he didn't know was if he was going to get punished or not. He wasn't hiding anything from Wooyoung on purpose. Sometimes he wore panties because he was horny at the time he was getting dressed, sometimes they were the only thing he could find. Today was the first reason, but with how busy they were, he soon fell out of the mood. He forgot he was wearing them until now.
The rest of the ride was silent. Jongho spent it wondering what they were going to do. He couldn't imagine Wooyoung was that angry with him, but he was unpredictable sometimes.
So, once Jongho was in Wooyoung’s room, he waited on the bed and monitored Wooyoung. He didn't seem upset. His voice was neutral as he told Jongho to take his shirt off. Jongho did what he was told and tossed it to the floor. Wooyoung was walking around, apparently looking for something. Finally, Jongho felt Wooyoung’s weight on the bed.
Wooyoung knelt behind Jongho, hands on his shoulders and knees caging him in. “You never answered me. What are you wearing?” he asked.
Goosebumps rose on Jongho’s skin where Wooyoung’s lips brushed him. Wooyoung kissed his shoulder softly.
“A thong.” Jongho answered. The whole thing was lace, which he knew would get to Wooyoung. Thongs weren't Jongho’s favorite style, but they served their purpose of turning both him and other people on.
Wooyoung hummed. He snaked his hands around Jongho's front to cup his chest. Jongho worked out, so his pecs were full and squishy and even if Jongho couldn't feel his nipples because of his surgery, he still enjoyed being fondled.
Wooyoung pulled the sides of Jongho’s panties further up his hips. The fabric moved against Jongho's hard cock, making him purse his lips to stay quiet. Wooyoung squeezed his waist, licking his neck, kissing the shell of his ear. Jongho’s breath caught when Wooyoung nipped at him.
“Pants off.”
Jongho hesitantly stood, worried Wooyoung didn't want him to leave even if he needed to. Along with being unpredictable, Wooyoung often contradicted himself. Thankfully, Jongho was allowed to follow directions, then he sat back down. Wooyoung pressed even closer. Jongho could feel his bulge on the small of his back. Wooyoung tilted Jongho’s head with a hand in his hair to get to his neck, his other hand snaking in between his legs. He sucked and rubbed him.
Jongho moaned quietly. He set his hand on Wooyoung’s, ever so slightly pressing him closer. He didn't like how slow they were going, but Wooyoung was in charge, so he wasn't going to comment.
“Already hard for me.” Wooyoung murmured. Jongho pressed his thighs together, biting his lip as Wooyoung rubbed him. He then opened up before he had to be told to. He felt Wooyoung smile.
Wooyoung scooted away. He guided Jongho to lay back on him, head in his lap. Wooyoung urged Jongho to bend his knees and bring his legs to his chest. Jongho did. He let his legs spread wide because that was the most comfortable even if it was more exposing. Wooyoung ran his hands up and down Jongho’s thighs. One stayed to grope him while the other went back to his pussy, fingers immediately finding his cock. Jongho mewled.
“Be a little louder, baby.” Wooyoung told him.
Jongho was louder when Wooyoung rubbed circles on his cockhead. Wooyoung then spread Jongho open with two fingers, his other fingers pressing on his hole, the panties barring him from getting inside. Or, at least, too deep inside. He pushed as far as he could.
“I imagine I could fit all this in you. You're barely wearing anything.” Wooyoung said.
Jongho’s legs almost closed, embarrassed, but he made himself stay open. He didn't know what Wooyoung wanted at this point; he couldn't tell if he was still mad or not. Jongho would just have to wait, it seemed. Wooyoung didn't like being questioned.
Wooyoung tugged the panties out of the way to slip a finger into his hole. Jongho moaned, jerking in surprise. Wooyoung brought his wetness up to his cock to lube his strokes. Jongho groaned and shifted underneath him. Wooyoung could always find his cockhead, and it was both a blessing and curse. Jongho was especially sensitive there, but he was glad Wooyoung knew where it was at all.
Wooyoung entered two fingers and rhythmically pressed up onto his g-spot. Jongho moaned openly, his eyes fluttering shut. Wooyoung stroked his dick with two fingers of his other hand. Jongho whined. He didn't take for granted how well Wooyoung knew him.
“So hard and so wet. I haven't done much, you know.” Wooyoung said. “But you've always been easy to please.”
“Actually, I take that back.” Wooyoung continued. “In bed, you are. You're difficult outside of bed.”
“And you aren't?” Jongho said before he could think.
Silently, Wooyoung took his hands away. Jongho worried he was in trouble. Wooyoung lightly slapped Jongho’s pussy a few times, just taps, really, but it caught Jongho by surprise. He flinched and gasped. The sound of his wetness against Wooyoung’s hand was so lewd.
“That's your second strike, sweet boy.”
Jongho didn't want to know what would happen at three strikes. Wooyoung wasn't cruel, but he was creative. Wooyoung gave him a slightly harder slap before moving away. He sat up against the headboard and Jongho knelt between his legs. He knew what was happening, so they didn't need to talk as Wooyoung pushed his clothes down and Jongho swallowed his dick.
Wooyoung was stopping there, apparently, and Jongho could tolerate his pants being on, but he needed his shirt off. He pushed his hands up under the fabric to feel his stomach and chest. Jongho had to go all the way to his shoulders for Wooyoung to get the idea. Once his shirt was off, Jongho kissed around his waist and stomach. It made him happy to hear Wooyoung’s little gasps. He even earned a moan when he sucked his nipple.
When Jongho went back to his cock, Wooyoung tangled his fingers in his hair. “Take it deep, I know you can.” He said.
Jongho blushed. He did what he was told because Wooyoung was right. He pressed his nose to Wooyoung’s groin, closing his eyes. He liked deepthroating. It felt good to be full.
Jongho eventually sat up to breathe, and he spat the drool that had gathered in his mouth onto Wooyoung’s tip to stroke in. Wooyoung groaned and tightened his grip on his hair. Jongho wasn't pulled, but he leaned into the action, moving to his thigh to kiss. He sucked and nibbled, indulging himself. Wooyoung’s pants had ended up at his ankles as he widened his legs to give Jongho room, but Jongho wanted more, so he pulled his pants and underwear past his feet. Jongho then shoved his hands under Wooyoung’s legs to hold his thighs. He pulled Wooyoung close and took down his cock.
“Shit, baby,” Wooyoung chuckled. “Excited?”
Jongho didn't reply other than with a small moan. He loved oral, both giving and receiving. Wooyoung knew that, so he hoped he'd be eaten out soon, and he probably would unless Wooyoung was feeling mean.
“Faster.” Wooyoung breathed.
Jongho listened, sucking on his head as he pumped him fast. He arched his back and swayed his ass side to side.
“And impatient, huh?”
Jongho was about to retort back that he was impatient too, considering he just told him to go faster, but held back. Instead, he kissed up Wooyoung’s front all the way to his lips. He realized they haven't done that yet. Jongho straddled his hips, moaning as he got Wooyoung’s cock under his pussy. He grinded on him.
“Fuck,” Wooyoung sighed. He held Jongho’s waist tightly.
Jongho needed it. He could picture this not going well for him, but he didn't really care. Jongho took Wooyoung’s dick in his hand and hovered over him, guiding him to his hole.
“No.” Wooyoung stated, grabbing Jongho’s wrist.
Jongho froze, eyes wide. Maybe this would be his third strike.
“Not yet. Not like that.” Wooyoung said. He guided Jongho away and then laid flat before bringing Jongho back to him, over his head, facing his feet.
Jongho’s skin was hot. He moaned loudly when Wooyoung licked across his pussy. One of Wooyoung’s hands was keeping Jongho’s panties out of the way. Jongho set his hands on Wooyoung’s thighs to lean on, then, soon enough, had to lower to his elbows. Wooyoung was good at this—another blessing and a curse. He could make him cum, but sometimes he made him cum too quick. That wasn’t something to complain about, though.
Two fingers spread lube on Jongho’s asshole. He flinched at the temperature, but didn't comment even if he wasn't expecting this. Wooyoung never did anything he didn't like, and he'd stop if told to. While Jongho didn't not like anal, it wasn't his favorite. The lack of physical pleasure was made up by mental pleasure. Jongho liked the degradation aspect of it, though he didn't think that's why Wooyoung did it. He just liked it tight.
Jongho groaned when Wooyoung entered a finger. He kept licking and sucking, and the dual sensations were making his thoughts fuzzy. He hasn't had anything in his ass in a while, and he realized he missed it. Leave it to Wooyoung to know Jongho better than he knew himself.
“Oh, God, oh—fuck…” Jongho ran out of breath before he could finish the last word. Wooyoung’s warm, soft tongue and lips on his hole and dick were hypnotizing.
He was shaking by the time Wooyoung had two fingers in. Thankfully, Wooyoung knew his skills and gave him breaks, sometimes moving on to kiss his thighs or just lick him slower. His fingers weren't doing much other than stretching Jongho. He didn't mind.
Jongho, somehow, had forgotten Wooyoung’s dick was right in front of him. He blamed it on his eyes being screwed shut in pleasure most of the time. He wrapped his hand around him and brought his tip to his lips. Then Wooyoung sucked hard on his cock and Jongho had to drop his head to his thigh. He bit at his plush skin, but it didn't do anything to hide his moan. He pumped him, rhythm irregular, distracted.
Wooyoung ended up using four fingers on him. By that time, Jongho was having trouble keeping his hips up and almost fully sat on Wooyoung’s face more than once. Wooyoung didn't complain.
Jongho was pushed to the side for him to lay on his back. Wooyoung pulled his panties off, then used them to rub up and down Jongho’s pussy. Jongho yelped quietly, the fabric rough on his oversensitive cock. Wooyoung began to push the panties inside him.
“What…” Jongho started. They've never done this before.
“What? You thought I was just daydreaming earlier?” Wooyoung chuckled.
Jongho bit his lip. A few inches of the fabric were inside him by now. “You're not gonna…”
“Fuck your pussy?” Wooyoung finished. Jongho blushed and nodded. “No, baby. Have you been paying attention at all?”
Jongho whined petulantly. He was wet enough that the fabric slipped into him easily. It was all inside soon. It felt weird, honestly, but he liked it. He liked that Wooyoung was doing this and that Wooyoung liked this.
“There.” Wooyoung said, patting his pussy. “Did you really think I was going to fuck your cunt after you kept a secret from me?”
Jongho didn't answer, skin still hot with embarrassment. He mewled when Wooyoung rubbed his dick.
“Hands and knees.”
Jongho turned over. Wooyoung added more lube before rubbing his tip over Jongho’s hole. Even with the prep, it was a stretch for Wooyoung to push in, but Jongho didn't stop him. Wooyoung bottomed out slowly, then paused. He waited for Jongho to signal he could move.
Jongho mewled when Wooyoung started thrusting. His pussy felt fuller with something in his ass. He reached down, and he couldn't even feel the fabric, every inch being all the way inside him. Jongho moaned and rubbed his dick.
“If I knew you were such a pervert and would like this so much I wouldn't have done it.” Wooyoung grumbled.
Jongho still disagreed with the fact that he needed to be punished, but, like Wooyoung said, he liked tonight's “punishment”. Jongho didn’t love degradation, but he liked it, and he thought whatever they were doing was the perfect amount.
“I guess your tight ass makes up for it,” Wooyoung said, “and your little noises,” he added, “and seeing your face as you touch yourself helps, too, I guess.”
Jongho whined. He rubbed himself fast, desperate to cum. He felt so full and hot and ruined. He needed Wooyoung to mark him as his own.
“So noisy,” Wooyoung commented. He thrusted harder. “Are you fantasizing by yourself? You do that a lot.” He said, slightly out of breath.
“Cum in me.” Jongho asked.
“I was planning on it, baby.” Wooyoung chuckled.
Jongho moaned. He trembled as he came, clenching on the panties and on Wooyoung’s cock, his eyes rolling back in his head. It lasted a while as Wooyoung kept going, but, thankfully, he wasn't overstimulated. Jongho breathed heavily once the high dropped off, and his posture started slipping.
Wooyoung tightened his grip on Jongho’s hips. Soon enough, though, Jongho slid to lay flat, and Wooyoung came inside him that way, pinning him to the bed. Wooyoung sank his teeth into Jongho’s shoulder until his climax finished.
Wooyoung pulled out and turned Jongho to his back. Jongho’s eyes were closed until he felt Wooyoung’s fingers on his hole. Wooyoung pulled the panties out of Jongho’s pussy, and it felt weird, but it still made Jongho moan. Then, Wooyoung cleaned off his cock with them. Jongho whined when he tossed them onto his tummy.
“I could never stay mad at you, baby boy.” Wooyoung said, dipping down to kiss him.
Jongho kissed back eagerly. He followed Wooyoung as he sat up, greedy. Wooyoung smiled but indulged him.
“Still so needy.” Wooyoung murmured.
Jongho cupped his head to make sure he didn't leave again.
Able to get millimeters away, Wooyoung asked, “Do you need more, sweetheart?”
Jongho was embarrassed to admit it, but he nodded. He didn't know if he'd be able to get enough.
“What happens if I don't give it to you?”
Jongho pouted. Why wouldn't he? Did he do something wrong?
“Okay, so it's either you cum again or you drop. Easy choice.” Wooyoung stated, pushing back into him.
Jongho groaned. “Thank you.” He whispered.
“You're so fucking cute.” Wooyoung breathed. He shoved Jongho to lay down and pounced on him.