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A lot of the time, Jongho appreciated when he needed to go on vocal rest. He was often tired of social interaction and was thankful for the undeniable excuse of not supposed to be talking. Of course, he still had to communicate, which he mostly did by writing, and spoke when necessary, but people mostly avoided talking to him altogether. He enjoyed the quiet.
Naturally, Wooyoung was the biggest instigator.
“Can we talk when we get home tonight?” Wooyoung asked quietly, leaning into Jongho.
Jongho leaned away from him, but nodded. They were in the dressing room, getting their makeup done for a photo shoot.
Wooyoung sighed dramatically. “You’re so boring when you can’t talk. You’re not gonna ask what I wanna talk about?”
Jongho shrugged. He could survive not knowing until tonight.
“Boring, boring, boring,” Wooyoung teased, poking Jongho’s side with each word, trying to tickle him and make him laugh.
Jongho flinched away from him with a glare. Wooyoung tried again, a devilish smile on his face, and Jongho raised his hand like he was going to hit him.
Wooyoung’s jaw dropped. “He just hit me!” he called to anyone who would listen.
“Leave him alone, Wooyoung.” Hongjoong replied, sounding tired.
Wooyoung scoffed. He stood, but dipped down to Jongho’s face before he left. “Let’s see how quiet you can be tonight.” He said with a smirk.
Jongho watched him walk away. He didn’t know what Wooyoung meant, but he didn’t like the sound of it.
Wooyoung met Jongho in his room. Wooyoung’s comment from earlier came back to him, and he'd begun to put the pieces together throughout the day, but still wasn't sure. He didn't like to assume.
“Baby bear,” Wooyoung cooed, walking into his room and taking both of Jongho’s hands to stand him up from sitting on the bed.
Jongho couldn't respond before Wooyoung pushed his hands up under his shirt on his sides. Jongho jerked, ticklish, but Wooyoung grabbed him to keep him still. Wooyoung slid up to his ribs.
“What did you want to—”
“Shh,” Wooyoung interrupted. “Be quiet.”
Jongho would've been annoyed if Wooyoung hadn't cupped his pecs.
“You didn't really think I wanted to talk, did you?” Wooyoung smirked.
Jongho didn't reply because one, he did, and two, he was told to be quiet.
“You're so cute, fuck.” Wooyoung said under his breath. His eyes and hands explored Jongho's front. Jongho twitched when Wooyoung rubbed his nipples, and he ignored Wooyoung's smirk.
“We always need to be quiet, so it won't be that bad.” Wooyoung assured him. “You're talented, I'm sure you could tell me how well I'm doing without speaking.”
Jongho rolled his eyes, then they widened when Wooyoung pushed him to the bed. Wooyoung straddled his hips. He grinded on him in deep circles.
Jongho made a tiny noise. Wooyoung’s hands were still on his chest, still playing with his nipples. He was biting his lip as he looked down at Jongho with lust practically dripping from his gaze. He was moving fast. A bit too fast.
Jongho got out the first syllable of Wooyoung’s name before he was shushed. Jongho rolled his eyes, irritated even if he knew he shouldn't be talking at all. He settled for grabbing Wooyoung’s hips and making him stop.
“What? Is something wrong?” Wooyoung asked, worried.
Jongho shook his head. He wanted Wooyoung here. Just a bit more gently. He urged Wooyoung’s hands off his chest, then guided him to grind again, this time a lot calmer.
“Oh. Slower? Sorry. I've been thinking about you all day.” Wooyoung confessed. “We can go slower. Get my attention somehow if you need to tell me anything else, okay?”
Jongho nodded. He slipped his fingers under the hem of Wooyoung’s shirt.
“But no talking.” Wooyoung commanded.
Jongho’s eyes widened at his hard tone and fierce gaze. Wooyoung smirked. He leaned down on his elbows to kiss Jongho, soft and sweet. The room was quiet, the only sounds their quickening breaths and the blankets shifting as they moved.
Jongho sort of liked that he couldn't talk. It'd be a bit harder to express what he wanted, but he also wouldn't need to do that. Wooyoung would take care of everything; he liked being in charge. Wooyoung knew what Jongho liked.
Wooyoung shimmied Jongho’s shirt off, and Jongho did the same to him. They felt each other up. Jongho wasn't done admiring him, but Wooyoung leaned down to get his mouth on his chest. Jongho sucked in a breath when Wooyoung licked over his nipple. Wooyoung nibbled at him, eliciting a tiny moan.
“Quiet,” Wooyoung murmured. The word was warm against his skin.
“How am I supposed to not—”
“Quiet.” Wooyoung repeated. He looked up at him, gravely serious.
“But—”
Wooyoung sat up and covered Jongho’s mouth with his hand. “Quiet. No sounds. No moans, no whines—and I’ll make you whine. Vocal rest means no noises at all.”
Jongho gently removed Wooyoung’s hand. His first question still wasn't answered.
“If you stay silent, I'll give you a reward.”
Jongho raised an eyebrow.
“Next time, I'll wear that lingerie set you like.”
Jongho flushed red.
“Yeosang told me. Sorry. He said he'd let me borrow it sometime. And I can get a mini skirt from Seonghwa…” Wooyoung said, drawing his words out sweetly, trying to coax him into agreeing, “you'd like that, yeah?”
Jongho merely nodded. He would. He wondered what Wooyoung got out of this—it’s not like Wooyoung needed an excuse to wear lingerie. Then his question was answered.
“If you don't, you get a punishment.” Wooyoung said with a sly grin.
Despite his words, Jongho returned to feeling Wooyoung’s body. He wasn't fond of punishments, but he didn't hate them. He certainly didn't hate Wooyoung for setting up this deal. He was curious and interested.
“No cumming.”
Jongho’s eyes snapped to him. Wooyoung was smirking, knowing exactly the weight of that sentence. What Jongho did hate was edging and orgasm denial.
Jongho opened his mouth to say something and was silenced with a look. Jongho gave him a blank stare. A deal like this needed at least some communication. Wooyoung didn't look happy, but he allowed Jongho to speak.
“I can't make any noise? If I breathe too hard, I lose? That's it, no mercy?” Jongho questioned.
“Well now you're making me sound mean. Fine. I'll allow quiet noises.”
“How quiet?”
Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “Relax. I won't be cruel. Can you shut up now?”
Jongho glared at him but obeyed. Wooyoung smiled. He stood to undo and take off Jongho’s pants and underwear. Jongho blushed at the sudden exposure. He was moved to the middle of the bed, and then Wooyoung was between his legs, cock in his mouth.
Jongho had been very close to groaning in relief before he caught himself. He sighed instead and ignored Wooyoung’s smug look as if he knew what just happened. Jongho carded his fingers in Wooyoung’s hair. His dick stiffened quickly in Wooyoung’s all-encompassing warmth.
“Wanna know what I was thinking about all day?” Wooyoung asked once he cockwarmed him to full hardness. He didn't wait for a reply. “Exactly this. I’d let you crush me with your thighs. Seriously.”
Jongho laughed brightly.
“I'm deciding to let that go. But no more freebies.”
Jongho hadn't even thought twice about laughing; he didn't realize he'd need to worry about that along with moaning. At least Wooyoung wasn't offended. Wooyoung looped his arms around Jongho’s thighs to bring him closer, taking his cock deeper and having Jongho’s thighs touch the sides of his head.
Jongho understood why Wooyoung had been thinking about this. He loved the look of Wooyoung between his legs, eyes closed with his dick down his throat. Though he had to stop himself from closing his legs on his head when he felt too good, even if Wooyoung didn't seem to mind.
Wooyoung sucked lightly on his head while his tongue massaged his frenulum. Jongho got more sensitive as he kept going, staying on that spot without pause, and soon his legs were shaking and he was trying not to grip Wooyoung’s hair too tightly. Inevitably, he made a tiny sound.
Wooyoung paused and looked at him. Jongho pursed his lips and breathed deeply. Wooyoung smirked. He sat up and spread Jongho’s legs. He pumped his cock, but focused on the head, holding his base with one hand while the other overstimulated him.
Jongho stopped himself milliseconds before complaining. He should've known Wooyoung was going to torture him like this. Jongho clapped both hands over his mouth. Wooyoung’s spit and his precum made his movements blissfully slippery.
“That's cheating.” Wooyoung said, though he didn't make him move.
Jongho’s legs jerked randomly, body about to burst with pleasure. He didn't even want to cum like this—it’d hurt. His thighs tried to close on Wooyoung’s hands multiple times, but he was always pushed open. After a few minutes, even Jongho was surprised he hadn't made any other sounds.
Wooyoung let him go. Jongho gasped and clamped his legs shut. He was throbbing. Wooyoung let him writhe around for a second, then made him get on his hands and knees. Jongho’s sensitive cock dragging across the bed made him hiss. He bit his lip to quiet himself.
Wooyoung evidently found Jongho’s lube, as he entered a slick finger into his hole. Jongho lowered his head to the bed. He closed his eyes and proactively calmed himself down, knowing Wooyoung was going to overwhelm him again soon enough.
“You look so good like this.” Wooyoung said, and he sounded almost completely fond, genuinely complimenting him, only a tinge of lust in his voice.
Jongho blushed. He shifted when Wooyoung pressed a kiss to his cheek. Then Wooyoung added a second finger, and that's when his tenderness fell off. He started thrusting and sped up quickly. Jongho sighed, and he almost melted into the pleasure, but tensed when Wooyoung found his prostate. He squeaked. Wooyoung didn't stop, and Jongho was worried that tiny noise led to his demise and Wooyoung wasn't going to tell him. But he couldn't ask.
Jongho’s toes curled and so did his fingers in the sheets. He held his breath, then figured that was a bad idea. He didn't want to breathe too loud for Wooyoung’s tastes. He settled for quick, hopefully quiet, gasps and sighs through his nose as heat began to boil in his belly.
“Say my name.”
Jongho smirked and shook his head, amused. Wooyoung didn't seem to appreciate that. He stroked Jongho’s cock between his legs. His hand was beautifully slick, and Jongho’s almost-orgasm from before came rushing back at full force. And Wooyoung was focusing on his poor, sore cockhead. Jongho couldn’t do this.
Jongho tapped Wooyoung’s thigh hurriedly. He didn't wait for a response and turned over to his back. Now that the pleasure was gone, Jongho could think. An attitude fired up quickly.
Wooyoung looked at him, eyes wide. Jongho gestured to his mouth. After a second, Wooyoung nodded at him to go on.
“I don't like edging. You're punishing me before I've even done anything.”
Wooyoung paused. He looked away, seemingly feeling guilty. He leaned down to kiss Jongho softly. “Sorry. I'll remember.”
Jongho kissed him deeper. He wasn't mad, he'd just felt a bit slighted for being punished already. He tangled his fingers in Wooyoung’s hair.
“You're just so cute when you struggle.” Wooyoung murmured.
Jongho chuckled. “Are you a sadist now?”
Wooyoung didn't respond. That was a conversation for later, so Jongho kept kissing. Wooyoung sat on his waist, and Jongho hissed at the touch to his cock. He wished he could cum untouched in times like this.
“No more talking.” Wooyoung told him. “Not just for me. You're supposed to be on vocal rest.”
Jongho nodded. Wooyoung got off of him to kneel between his legs. They stayed together as Wooyoung lifted Jongho’s legs up. Wooyoung held Jongho’s hair with one hand while the other lined up his dick to push in. Jongho involuntarily let out a throaty, vocal sigh.
“Shh,” Wooyoung shushed him against his neck. His breath was warm against him.
Jongho wasn't even annoyed. He wrapped his arms around Wooyoung, closing his eyes and relaxing into the bed. Wooyoung kissed and licked his neck gently. He started to thrust, making Jongho’s breath hitch. His prostate was sensitive.
Wooyoung smirked. He sped up. Jongho pursed his lips to remind himself not to make a sound, his eyes squeezing tightly. Wooyoung nipped at his neck before sitting up. He leaned on his hands on either side of Jongho’s head.
“Look at me.”
Jongho nearly whined in complaint. He did what he was told, though. Wooyoung smiled, self-satisfied. Jongho grabbed him and yanked him into a hard kiss. It was hard to stay together when Wooyoung’s thrusts were moving Jongho’s whole body. Jongho’s climax was shoving him towards the edge again.
Jongho squirmed his hand between their bodies to jerk off. He didn't care if Wooyoung didn't want him to. He needed to do it himself—Wooyoung would overstimulate him again. Their tummies pressed together was enough stimulation to his cockhead, so he avoided it as he pumped his length.
“Say my name.” Wooyoung told him.
Jongho shook his head. He was smarter than that.
“Do it. I wanna hear it.” Wooyoung said. He dipped down to kiss him, more tender than Jongho expected. “Please?”
Jongho waited until he was cumming. Wooyoung couldn't deny him if it had already happened, right? He moaned his name, quiet, still conscious enough to try to keep his voice, more whining it than anything. Wooyoung kissed his neck as he did, eliciting even more fragile sounds.
“So pretty.” Wooyoung breathed.
Wooyoung thrusted hard a few times. Jongho whimpered. Wooyoung stilled, breathing deeply. He kissed Jongho softly.
“No more talking.” He said. He pecked his lips before sitting up.
Jongho rolled his eyes. He listened, though, because he still had at least one more day of vocal rest. Wooyoung cleaned both of them up. He then laid by Jongho, and they faced each other so they could kiss. Wooyoung was sweet now, in contrast to his personality earlier.
“I do miss your voice, though.” Wooyoung said quietly.
Jongho grinned and kissed him softly. He wanted to either thank him or tease him, he hadn't decided, but stayed quiet.
“I’ll get the lingerie soon. Do you want the skirt, too?”
Jongho blushed. He nodded and tried to ignore the image of Wooyoung in panties that was now flooding his mind.