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come over?
Yunho had just gotten home, but he turned on his heel and walked back out. It helped that he just had to go down a floor and over a few doors to get to his boyfriend’s apartment. He was there often.
Yunho paused with his hand raised to knock. He was having deja vu. He took a moment to try to place it, then gave up and knocked. Hongjoong called that it was open. His roommate must not be home. Good.
Yunho went to his room and was welcomed by Hongjoong on his knees on his bed. Yunho smirked. The deja vu intensified, but he knew he'd seen Hongjoong on his knees plenty of times before, so he disregarded it.
He pinned Hongjoong down without a word.
free rn?
Yunho paused. It was seven in the evening. Tuesday.
This felt familiar.
come over pretty please
Yunho looked at the message, then the time, then the date, then back to the message.
Hm.
Yunho freshened up, told his roommate he'd be back in the morning, and took the stairs down one floor. He knocked on Hongjoong’s door to be polite, but opened it right after, knowing it was unlocked. He went straight to Hongjoong’s room.
“Hey,” Hongjoong greeted him. He was on his bed, on his knees, hands politely in his lap.
Yunho chuckled, though he expected this. He closed and locked the door. He took off his sweater, leaving him in his undershirt.
“You know, this makes me feel like a booty call sometimes.” Yunho joked.
Hongjoong laughed. He slinked off the bed, keeping his calculating eyes on Yunho. “You're a bit more important than that.” He teased.
Hongjoong knelt in front of him. Yunho smirked and unbuckled his belt. “Is that so?”
Hongjoong unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, still looking up at him. Yunho pet his soft hair. Hongjoong liked being on his knees. He pulled down Yunho’s pants, his fingers trailing over Yunho’s bulge as he did. Yunho’s cock twitched.
“Hmm. Maybe a bit more than a bit.” Hongjoong said.
Yunho carded his fingers in his hair when Hongjoong pressed his lips to his clothed hard-on. Hongjoong was trying to make eye contact, he always did, but sometimes, right now, Yunho couldn't maintain it. Hongjoong was… intimidating. In general and even more so in bed. Sometimes it felt like Hongjoong was physically eating him with his gaze.
With delicate fingers, Hongjoong pulled down the waistband of Yunho’s boxers. Only about an inch, just exposing his cockhead. He kissed him there. Yunho bit his lip.
“I'm kidding, baby.” Hongjoong said.
Yunho chuckled. “I know. A bit more than a bit more of a bit.” He said.
Hongjoong playfully glared at him. He kept going, his lips following Yunho’s underwear as he tugged it down. His kisses pinned Yunho’s dick to his tummy until he was at his balls. Yunho clenched his jaw at the sight of his cock against Hongjoong’s face. He couldn't help himself. He held himself and tapped Hongjoong’s cheek. Hongjoong merely smiled. He took Yunho’s cock into his mouth.
Yunho closed his eyes as he was sunk into pleasure, then quickly opened them so he could see Hongjoong work. Hongjoong’s mouth was small but that proved to be no hindrance to him. He used both hands to stroke Yunho’s large cock, lips suckling at his tip, eyes almost crossing as he looked up his length. Hongjoong’s soft tongue poking out to tease his slit was dangerous; Yunho’s knees were getting weak. He held Hongjoong’s hair with both hands. Hongjoong then took him down. He only got a few inches, but Yunho’s breath hitched. Hongjoong held Yunho’s waist, scooted closer on his knees, and took him deeper. Yunho had to lean on the bedframe.
“Baby,” Yunho started. He was about to say something, but then Hongjoong sucked hard on his cockhead and he forgot.
“Yeah?” Hongjoong prompted, holding him, placing wet kisses along the side of his shaft, looking up through his eyelashes. He knew what he looked like.
“Fuck, Hongjoong,” Yunho said because he knew that's what Hongjoong wanted to hear.
Hongjoong grinned. “Just tell me when you want more.”
Yunho did, but he also loved this. Hongjoong took him back down. The bed creaked as Yunho put more of his weight on it. Hongjoong pushed himself. His eyes always rolled back in his head when he was about to gag. It made Yunho’s knees weak every time.
“Okay, baby, fuck—” Yunho said. He waited for Hongjoong to pull away on his own, needing just a little more even though he asked to stop.
Hongjoong slipped off of him. Yunho stepped out of his clothes. Wordlessly, Hongjoong backed into the bed and sat on the edge. He spread his legs. Yunho was on his knees before he got between them. They both pulled off Hongjoong’s pants and underwear, all the way past his ankles for Hongjoong to set his legs on Yunho’s shoulders. Yunho tried to take his time kissing up Hongjoong’s thighs to get to his pussy, but couldn’t. They made eye contact as Yunho dragged his tongue over him. Hongjoong sighed a shaky breath. He ran his fingers through Yunho’s hair.
“I love when you're already hard for me.” Yunho murmured.
Hongjoong smiled a little, then his expression faltered, biting his lip when Yunho suckled at his dick.
“You think I don't get excited to suck you off?” Hongjoong said with a smirk.
“No, I can definitely tell.” Yunho chuckled.
Hongjoong playfully glared at him. Yunho grabbed his hips to pull him closer, getting his butt a little off the bed to give himself more room. Hongjoong laid back. Yunho saw his tummy rise and fall with deep breaths as he kept working on him.
Hongjoong made Yunho egotistical about his head game. Hongjoong wasn't the type to cum quickly or easily, but Yunho always got him close when he ate him out. Sometimes he could make Hongjoong cum twice in one night. (Which Yunho hadn't thought was a lot when they started dating, but soon found out that it was to Hongjoong—if his elated exhaustion afterwards was anything to go by.)
“Yunho,” Hongjoong groaned. He was squirming.
Yunho groped his thighs, spreading him with his thumbs, licking deeper. Hongjoong jerked. Yunho followed the movement, not wanting for one second to separate from him. Sometimes he was glad Hongjoong couldn't cum quickly; it gave him time to have his own fun.
“Yunho, I can't,” Hongjoong mewled.
But Hongjoong was still sensitive. Yunho loved focusing on his cock and watching him writhe. Sometimes Hongjoong teared up with desperation.
“Yunho,” Hongjoong whispered, he himself not entirely wanting to stop.
Yunho licked a wide stripe across him before breaking apart. He didn't leave him, though; he kissed up to his tummy. Hongjoong sighed and tangled his fingers in Yunho’s hair. Yunho pushed his shirt up as far as he could. He ghosted his lips over one of Hongjoong’s scars and his nipple. He knew it didn't do much for Hongjoong, and that Hongjoong was shy about his chest, but Yunho, frankly, thought the scars were hot. He's never said that out loud, but he was sure Hongjoong knew by all the attention he gave his pecs.
Yunho finally reached his lips. Hongjoong groaned into the kiss. Yunho set a knee on the bed, and as he crawled up, his dick slid against Hongjoong’s pussy, and then his tummy when he straddled him. Yunho’s belly bloomed warm and he thought about fucking Hongjoong raw. Hongjoong rolled his hips into the touch. Maybe he was thinking the same thing.
They moved up for Hongjoong to lay against the pillows. Yunho straddled his hips and said, “Before you get too desperate, I wanna—”
“I'm not—” Hongjoong started, then stopped himself. He looked away.
Yunho refrained from laughing. “I just wanna ask you something. Do you realize you invite me over with the sole purpose of fucking the same day each week?”
Hongjoong glanced at him quickly. Yunho raised an eyebrow.
“I didn't think you noticed.” Hongjoong mumbled.
“Are you on a schedule or something?” Yunho chuckled, not understanding.
“My T schedule.”
Yunho cocked his head. “Your shots?”
“Yeah. I do them the same day each week. And they make me, you know… testosterone… you know.”
Yunho laughed at both the information and at Hongjoong’s shyness. “It makes you extra horny?” he asked.
“Yeah. Pretty quickly. I do my shots in the afternoon.” Hongjoong said.
And Yunho was always summoned in the evening. He hummed to himself. It was interesting, though he should've expected it. He knew Hongjoong gave himself shots, he just never thought too hard about them or the side effects. They've been dating for a good few months and Yunho hadn't put it together until now. Either Hongjoong had been controlling himself or Yunho was just oblivious. Maybe both.
“Huh.” Yunho uttered, still thinking about how long it took him to make the connection.
“Is it a problem?”
“Hm? No, of course not.” Yunho said. “What about the times we can't get together on Tuesdays?”
Hongjoong shrugged. “I can manage.”
“Do you think about me when you touch yourself?”
Hongjoong smirked, though he was blushing, and he looked away. “Of course I do. Don't you?”
“Think about myself?”
“Shut up.”
Yunho kissed his lips, then followed his jaw down to his neck. He smelled Hongjoong’s cologne. He was soft.
“Tell me.” Hongjoong said.
“That I think about you?” Yunho asked.
“Uh-huh. Tell me what you think about.”
Yunho took Hongjoong’s shirt off. Hongjoong took off Yunho’s before he could go back to work. Yunho held one side of his neck while he pressed his lips to the other side, trying very hard to not suck out hickeys.
“I like thinking about you touching yourself.” Yunho murmured. “You’d sound so pretty when you know exactly how to make yourself feel good.”
“You know how to make me feel good, too.” Hongjoong told him. “I'm quiet alone, anyway.”
“Don't ruin my fantasies.” Yunho mumbled.
Hongjoong chuckled. “Fine. Keep going.”
Yunho laid on his side next to him. He put a leg between Hongjoong’s, using his knee to spread him open. Yunho slipped two fingers into Hongjoong’s mouth, Hongjoong not even having to be told when he saw Yunho coming closer, then he snaked his hand down Hongjoong’s front and stopped his slick fingertips on his cock. Hongjoong shifted.
“I think about how you cum a lot.” Yunho said. His lips were on his neck again. His fingers circled his clit. “Sometimes I think about recording it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I'd like to see your face as you fall apart. Or your pussy throb for me. Anytime I want.” Yunho said.
Hongjoong’s spit was drying, so Yunho went back to his mouth for more, and Hongjoong made a small sound when whatever he was about to say got cut off.
“Maybe.” Hongjoong mumbled. He squirmed as Yunho played with his clit.
“What about you?”
“Hmm… this, actually.” Hongjoong said. He tilted his head to the side, and Yunho knew he wanted his neck kissed again. Yunho gave him what he wanted.
Yunho slipped a finger into his hole. Hongjoong widened his legs. “I think about you leaving marks and me getting to show them off.” Hongjoong said quietly.
“I would if you'd let me.” Yunho said. He knew Hongjoong wasn't going to let him; they both had jobs they had to look put-together for.
Hongjoong merely hummed. “And I think about me on my knees for you.”
Yunho pressed up onto his g-spot. Hongjoong shifted. “Why do you like that so much?” Yunho asked.
Hongjoong hovered his hand over Yunho’s, ghosting his fingertips up and down Yunho’s hand and forearm. Yunho added a second finger. Hongjoong’s voice was weaker when he spoke.
“I guess I just like seeing your reactions.” He said. “It's cute when your knees get weak.”
Yunho chuckled. He massaged him, and Hongjoong made a tiny sound, something like a moan. Hongjoong reached over and pumped Yunho’s dick.
“And I think about your cock inside me.” Hongjoong murmured.
Yunho loved when Hongjoong was vulgar. It gave him pleasured chills. He pressed up into him repeatedly, and Hongjoong’s breathing picked up and he began to squirm.
“It gets worse when you take your shot?” Yunho asked.
Hongjoong wasn't stroking him very well, he was a bit distracted, but Yunho didn't mind.
“Yeah… um, I…” Hongjoong tried, then, in one exhale, confessed, “I think about you all the time.”
Yunho smiled. He threw his leg over to straddle Hongjoong. He guided the tip of his dick to poke against Hongjoong’s, rubbing him. Hongjoong’s jaw dropped and he propped himself up on his elbows to watch. Hongjoong’s dick was comparatively big, yes, but he was small against Yunho’s, and Yunho liked it. It was cute. Not that he’d tell Hongjoong that.
“Fuck me.” Hongjoong ordered.
Maybe Yunho should've thought that was amusing, but if Yunho was in the mood, Hongjoong could order him around, and Yunho was getting needy. He got off the bed to get into Hongjoong’s nightstand drawer.
“Can you get something else for me, too?” Hongjoong asked. “My plug. It's near the bottom.”
Yunho didn't hesitate, though he was intrigued. They've used toys together, mostly vibrators to help Hongjoong, but nothing to do with anal. He got back on the bed with the plug, a bottle of lube, and a condom. Hongjoong stayed on his back, moving his knees further back.
“You want it in now?” Yunho asked, kneeling in front of him. It was plain black silicone.
Hongjoong said yes, and Yunho lubed his fingers.
“You don't need to prep me for it.”
Yunho glanced at him. Hongjoong wasn't shy. Yunho smirked and smeared the lube on the plug. He tried to push it in slowly, but, like always, it popped in suddenly. Hongjoong gasped but didn't look pained. Yunho watched him clench on it.
“Have you always liked anal?” Yunho asked as he put on the condom.
“No. I hadn't thought it'd feel like anything. But I decided to just try a while ago, and it wasn't bad. I'm hoping it feels better from someone else.”
Yunho stroked in lube. “So you wanna try soon?”
“Don't get too excited.” Hongjoong chuckled.
Yunho avoided eye contact and lined up to Hongjoong’s hole. “I'm not. I just think it'd be hot. And I can finger your cunt at the same time.” He said. He rubbed against him.
“Or you could fuck my cunt right now.”
Yunho glanced up at him, smirking. He pushed in. Hongjoong’s jaw dropped and Yunho sighed. It's not like Yunho was dreaming of fucking his boyfriend’s ass, he just thought it'd be nice. Hongjoong had two holes, why should one get neglected? And he'd be so full, so full of Yunho if he could do what he just said he wanted to do.
“Fuck me hard.” Hongjoong said.
Yunho didn't feel like asking him if he was sure. He put Hongjoong’s legs on his shoulders and leaned his hands on the bed on either side of his chest. Hongjoong’s jaw dropped and his brow furrowed, and then his eyes fluttered shut, millimeters away from crossing. He went floppy. Yunho fucked hard like he was told to.
Hongjoong was limp, but had enough strength to jerk off. Yunho watched him rub his clit. Hongjoong always touched himself rougher than Yunho expected. It was hot. Yunho liked seeing him desperate.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” Hongjoong groaned. His expression was pulled into his concentrated face. Already trying to cum.
“Yeah?” Yunho teased. “Keep going.”
“You fill me up so fucking well,” Hongjoong told him, “you know how big you are,” a gasp to catch his breath, “how good you are.”
Yunho grinned. “Big?”
“Shut up.” Hongjoong glared at him. “Just do your job.”
Yunho chuckled. He knew he was big, he just liked being told and making Hongjoong tell him. He listened, though, leaning more of his weight on Hongjoong’s knees to press deeper. Hongjoong let out a throaty groan. He stroked himself faster. Yunho watched him, loving the furrow of his brow and his bottom lip between his teeth. Sometimes he wondered how he pulled Hongjoong.
Yunho stopped to catch his breath. He pulled out.
“What did I just say—”
“On your knees.” Yunho told him. “I know that gets you going.”
Hongjoong playfully glared at him, smirking. “How considerate of you.” He said, turning over.
Yunho got a good view of the plug now. He massaged Hongjoong’s ass, seeing Hongjoong clench. Yunho thumbed at the plug, pushing on it. Hongjoong deepened his arch. Yunho rubbed his tip on Hongjoong’s hole before pushing in. They both moaned, and Yunho closed his eyes, Hongjoong’s tightness and warmth sinking him into bliss. Hongjoong started touching himself again, and Yunho felt his desperate fingertips on his base.
Hongjoong nearly cried out when Yunho started thrusting. Maybe because he was right on his g-spot, maybe because he went fast right away, probably both. Yunho wasn't lying when he said he knew this affected Hongjoong—Hongjoong was already whining. A lot of the time, it became too much for him, and, if Yunho was being honest with himself, he was disappointed whenever they needed to switch from this position. Hongjoong often sounded like he was crying. Yunho liked it.
In a short while, that's what happened.
“Please, please, please, let me cum, I wanna cum,” Hongjoong whimpered, head turned to the side so Yunho could see the pout on his face.
Yunho knew he was talking to himself, but he liked to reply, anyway. “You can cum, baby, I know you can, you're doing well. You're doing perfectly, just let yourself feel it. Give yourself in.” He said.
Hongjoong whined. Yunho attempted to give his best performance, eyes glued to his boyfriend. It took Hongjoong a few more minutes, but he came eventually, giving a performance of his own: his jaw dropping in a silent moan, his eyes only half-closing so Yunho could see they were crossed, his body freezing. The sight pushed Yunho over the edge. He could barely keep his eyes open himself, but he tried to so he could watch. Hongjoong’s orgasms always lasted a while. Yunho always made himself last to get him through it.
Finally, Hongjoong took his hand away and smushed his face in the bed, muffling a whimper. Yunho slowly came to a stop. He stayed inside, though, and breathed deeply. Hongjoong was throbbing on him. Yunho reached below himself to rub Hongjoong’s clit. Hongjoong jerked, whining, but didn't stop him.
Yunho pulled out. Hongjoong went to lay down, but Yunho held his hips to keep him up and bent down to run his tongue up Hongjoong’s pussy. He tasted like lube and latex but Yunho didn't care.
“Oh, fuck—shit,” Hongjoong groaned. His knees slid, trying to lay again.
Yunho held him until he felt like he was done. He liked sucking dick and he liked making Hongjoong whine. He wanted to make Hongjoong cry, too, but not until Hongjoong asked for it.
Before Yunho let him down, he removed the plug. Hongjoong hadn't said anything about it, but Yunho figured he'd be uncomfortable in it now that they were done. He then threw away the condom, legs a bit shaky, and laid next to him. Yunho intertwined their legs and held Hongjoong’s head. Hongjoong looked ready to sleep.
“Are you still horny after we fuck on Tuesdays?” Yunho asked, rubbing his hair with his thumb.
“Sometimes.” Hongjoong murmured.
“You never ask again.” Yunho commented.
Hongjoong shrugged. Yunho caressed his cheek with his thumb, the corner of his mouth, under his closed eye. “I figured you wouldn't want to.” Hongjoong said.
Yunho laughed. “Really? Me?”
Hongjoong made a displeased noise. “I just thought I was needier than most.”
Yunho kissed him. “Then I'm needier than most, too.”
Hongjoong smirked. He shuffled closer to kiss him deeper. He snaked his hand down Yunho’s side, and Yunho did the same, though he went straight to Hongjoong’s pussy. Hongjoong moaned and pressed closer.
Yunho made him cum three times that night.