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It was supposed to be a night out for the seven of them, but Heeseung wasn't in the mood to socialize with anyone, so he said he wasn't feeling well and wanted to stay home and rest for a bit. He apologized and said that the next time he would definitely make it.
He thought he was alone in the dorm only to be surprised when he went to the kitchen and saw Jake there, a half empty can of beer in hand.
Both of them stared at each other with a “I thought you went with the guys” look on their faces. They laughed and decided to spend time drinking together, it was inevitable anyway.
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The dorm was empty and pretty quiet, except for the loud squelching noises and Heeseung’s choked out whimpers coming from Jake's room.
He didn't knew how the fuck he ended up like this, but here he were, sprawled out on Jake's bed taking three of his fingers.
Well, maybe he did. They drank together a little too much, and Heeseung's alcohol tolerance was almost zero, two cans in and he was already tipsy. And that's how he kissed Jake in the kitchen. But he didn't have time to think properly about this right now as Jake's fingers were opening him up so good he couldn't help but be a moaning mess.
His head was spinning, both from alcohol and pleasure. Jake looked so hot on top of him; still fully clothed but the bulge in his pants very noticeable, long black hair sticking to his forehead, rosy lips with a concentrated look on his face, and his fingers going in and out of him slowly. God, his fingers.
Heeseung wouldn't admit it, but he loved staring at Jake's hands. They were so different from his own, stronger too, and the veins popping made Heeseung drool every time. He couldn't help but fantasize about them too.
How they would feel like grabbing his waist so hard, leaving red marks all over. How good they would feel wrapped around his neck and making it impossible for him to breathe while Jake fucked him from behind. If Jake would ever put his fingers in his mouth and tell him to suck on them, making him gag with how deep in his throat they were. If he would grab Heeseung's hair from the back, forcing him to arch so beautifully and hold him like that. And how they would feel like going so deep inside of him, brushing at his prostate every time.
All his wet dreams coming to life at this exact moment.
Heeseung looked down, supporting himself on his elbows. The movement made his back arch a little and his hips go down, allowing Jake's fingers to go even deeper. He moaned loudly and threw his head back, gripping the sheets below him so hard his knuckles turned white.
“Oh, my God, Jaeyun.” His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt Jake's fingers almost too close to his prostate. Jake was moving so slow it was tortuous and pleasurable at the same time, the way he was dragging his fingers in and out sending shivers through Heeseung's spine. But he needed more.
He rolled his hips and tried to fuck himself, whimpering weakly. “F-fuck, faster, please.”
Jake was no man to deny that. He removed his free hand resting on Heeseung's thigh, going up and up until it wrapped around his neck and pushed him down to fully lay on the mattress again. Squeezing his neck, tight enough to make it harder to breathe but not choke him, he began pumping his fingers faster, making Heeseung arch and whine.
He found Heeseung's prostate within minutes, eliciting a loud moan from him, the sound going straight to his dick. Spreading his legs wider to accommodate himself better where he was kneeling between Heeseung, Jake looked up and met his hyung’s pretty face all lost in pleasure; mouth open with the prettiest moans Jake's ever heard in his life, slight blush in his cheeks that he couldn't tell if it was from pleasure or drunkenness, half lidded eyes all glossy with the urge to cry.
Heeseung was panting hard and Jake knew he was close. With a few more thrusts, Jake smirked and stopped, just keeping his fingers there. Heeseung's eyes widened, the pressure on his prostate so good and not enough.
“W-what are you d-doing? Shit, Jaeyun, p-please, move.” A broken sob left his lips, and he tried to roll his hips again, only for Jake's hand to slip away from his neck and find its way to his lower stomach instead, holding down so strong he couldn't move.
Tears started forming in Heeseung's eyes, he was desperate. And Jake looked so calm.
“You look so good right now, hyung” Jake said with a mischievous smile and false adoration in his eyes, not moving an inch.
Heeseung rolled his eyes in annoyance, muttering breathless. “Fuck you”
“Well, I am the one fucking you, so…” He said with a sharp thrust, burying his fingers deeper and making Heeseung whimper.
He was fully crying now, tears streaming from the sides of his eyes and onto the pillow below his head, and that's the prettiest he's ever looked. Jake bit his lip, feeling the way his dick twitched at the sight in front of him, suddenly wanting to fuck Heeseung raw and fast just so he could drown in the way the older would look at him with big eyes and face all wet from tears.
Heeseung spread his legs wider, the pressure was too much, and he needed to cum now.
“J-jaeyun… hmm, fuck, please, please, move.” Every word came out of his mouth in ragged breaths and whines. “I, aah, n-need to cum, please.”
“You're so cute when you beg.” Jake grabbed one of Heeseung's legs and threw over his shoulder, allowing his movements to be even more precise and deeper, then he started moving again, faster and without any warning, making Heeseung squirm under his touch, trying to close his legs in pure instinct, and unconsciously pulling Jake closer. The pressure in his lower stomach paired with Jake's fingers moving in and out mercilessly would tip him over the edge soon.
His right hand reached out to stroke his dick, only to be slapped away by Jake's. “Oh, no, you're gonna come on my fingers, baby.”
The thought alone made Heeseung's back arch, and the way Jake called him baby made him moan so weakly and high pitched he would be embarrassed hearing that sound coming out of his mouth at any other moment.
He was so close. Throwing his head back and spreading his legs he moaned Jake's name again, feeling the way the tip of his fingers touched his prostate just right, making him come all over his stomach and chest.
Jake kept moving with the same speed, loving the way Heeseung was squirming under his touch and desperately trying to pry his hands away, whimpering from overstimulation.
“F-fuck, Jaeyun, please, s-stop.” His eyes rolled, and unlike his pleading words he grabbed the sheets tighter and arched his back, body going absolutely limp on the bed as more tears started to flow from his eyes.
Enjoying the view one more time Jake slowed his movements and started to pull his fingers out carefully, hearing Heeseung whine at the loss. He removed Heeseung’s leg from his shoulder slowly, wiped his hand on the sheets and leaned in, both hands at each side of his head, and kissed him. Open mouthed and messy, more tongue than the actual kiss, making them drool all over each other.
Then he kissed behind Heeseung's ear, going to his neck and sucking hard, hearing a broken moan from him before easing the pain by licking the spot. His body still sensitive and overstimulated. Then he went down to Heeseung's collarbones, then the middle of his chest, biting one nipple at a time. Until he stopped right where the tip of his cock rested over his stomach.
He looked up and met Heeseung's eyes already staring at him, smirking before putting his tongue out and licking the long stripe of cum from his stomach to his nipples, not breaking eye contact. Heeseung's breath hitched and he grabbed the sheets, trying not to get hard again only from the pornographic view in front of him. Jake was a menace. A really hot one.
They were about to kiss again when they heard the noise of the front door being opened, and an echo of loud voices filling the room.