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Jay stirred awake to a ticklish, feather-soft sensation dancing along his neck—something warm, fluffy, and undeniably alive. A sleepy groan escaped him as he reached up with both hands, fingers sinking into thick, silky hair.
“Wha… what the—?” His voice was rough with sleep.
He blinked down, heart stuttering the moment his eyes focused.
“Riki?”
The maknae lifted his head, a slow, wicked little smile curling his lips. The living room was dark, lit only by the faint blue glow of the muted TV, which cast sharp, mesmerizing shadows across Riki’s sharp jaw and hooded eyes.
“Jay hyung,” Riki murmured, voice low and velvety, “I missed you.”
That innocent sentence paired with the predatory glint in his gaze sent heat rushing straight to Jay’s cheeks. He knew exactly what Riki was really saying.
“Riki… that night was a mistake,” Jay whispered, barely able to meet those dark eyes. “We were both drunk. We shouldn’t… we can’t keep doing this. I’m sorry.”
Silence stretched between them, thick and heavy.
Then Riki moved. Large, warm palms gently cupped Jay’s face, tilting it up so he had no choice but to look at him.
“Do you not like me, Jay hyung?” Riki asked softly, thumb brushing over Jay’s lower lip. “Or was the sex not good enough for you?”
The blunt question hit Jay like a punch to the gut. He nearly choked on his own breath.
He wasn’t stupid. Ever since Riki had turned nineteen, the younger man had been anything but subtle about his interest—lingering touches, heated stares, quiet confessions wrapped in teasing.
“Neither,” Jay managed, voice shaky. He reached up to stroke Riki’s hair, trying to soften the blow. “I’m sorry if I led you on, baby. I love you, but… honestly, I have a crush on someone else. I didn’t want to mislead you any further.”
Riki didn’t flinch. Didn’t pull away. If anything, his gaze only darkened with something dangerously close to hunger.
“But did I make you feel good that night, hyung?” he pressed, leaning closer. “I’m so grateful I got to give you my virginity… and that you gave me yours. Did I hurt you?”
“No… you didn’t hurt me,” Jay breathed, cheeks burning. “I’m going back to my room. It’s late. You should get some rest too.”
He tried to sit up and reach for the remote, but strong arms wrapped around him from behind before he could escape. Riki’s broad chest pressed flush against his back, tall frame engulfing him completely.
Jay had almost forgotten just how big the maknae had gotten.
Tall, solid, and radiating heat that cut through the chill of the night.
The embrace was so warm, so comforting, that Jay couldn’t help but lean back into it with a shaky sigh.
“Please don’t avoid me again,” Riki whispered against the sensitive skin of his neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses there before inhaling deeply, as if memorizing his scent. “It hurts when you ignore me all week, hyung.”
Jay’s heart twisted painfully. He hadn’t realized how much his distance had been wounding the younger man.
“I’m sorry, baby…” He turned in Riki’s arms, cupping his face. “Listen, we were both drunk that night and—”
Riki leaned in slowly, deliberately, until their breaths mingled, lips barely a whisper apart. Jay’s mind went hazy, words dying on his tongue. He couldn’t think straight with Riki this close.
“What about now?” Riki murmured, voice dropping into that dangerously seductive register that made Jay’s knees weak. “We’re both sober, Jay hyung. How do you feel about me right now?”
Jay’s pulse thundered in his ears. Memories crashed over him in vivid, filthy detail.
Riki’s hands pinning him down, that thick cock stretching his virgin pussy open, the way he’d cried out and come so hard he saw stars, bent over and fucked from behind until he was a sobbing, dripping mess.
“Riki…” Jay’s face flushed hot with arousal, but he still tried to avert his gaze.
“Jay hyung,” Riki breathed, closing the last inch until their lips brushed. “I can make you feel good again. Please… let me. Please.”
His voice was pure pleading wrapped in raw lust.
Before Jay could form another protest, their mouths crashed together in a hungry, desperate kiss. Hands roamed greedily.
Riki’s fingers slipping under Jay’s shirt to tease sensitive nipples while he gently pushed him back down onto the couch. All the while, Riki’s hard cock ground insistently between Jay’s thighs, thick and scorching even through fabric.
“Been thinking about this pretty pussy every night,” Riki growled against his ear, nipping at the lobe before dragging wet kisses down his neck. “Jacking off to the memory of you falling apart on my cock. I haven’t even gotten to eat you out yet, hyung…I’m fucking starving.”
Jay whimpered, heat pooling low in his belly as his pussy clenched and grew slick with need. Riki’s hands worked his nipples into stiff peaks while his hips rolled in slow, filthy circles.
A broken gasp tore out of him when Riki freed his own cock—thick, veiny, and leaking—and started nudging insistently at his clothed entrance like it was trying to force its way inside.
“No—wait, Riki—take my pants off first—”
Riki chuckled softly, the sound low and amused, and pecked his lips in reassurance. “I’m going to stretch you open properly, don’t worry, baby.”
He yanked Jay’s pants and boxers down in one rough tug. Cool air hit his dripping pussy and Jay shivered—until Riki’s huge hand cupped him possessively, two thick fingers spreading his slick folds open.
“You’re so tiny everywhere, Jay hyung,” Riki teased, voice dripping with dark delight as his thumb circled the swollen clit with agonizing gentleness. “Small lips, small waist, tiny little pussy… Do you have any idea how perfect and tight you are?”
“Shut up—” Jay whined, mortified and hornier than he’d ever been. He dragged Riki down into another messy kiss just to stop the filthy words.
The living room filled with wet, obscene sounds: sloppy kisses, the slick squelch of Riki’s three thick fingers pumping deep inside him, and Jay’s broken little moans. Riki curled them perfectly, stroking that spongy spot inside until Jay’s thighs shook.
“You’re fucking soaked, hyung,” Riki panted, pulling his fingers free with a filthy pop. He slid off the couch, dropped to his knees, and threw Jay’s legs over his broad shoulders. “Can’t wait anymore.”
Then his mouth was on him.
Riki ate him like a man possessed—long, slow licks from his dripping hole all the way up to his swollen clit, sucking the puffy lips into his hot mouth and moaning at the taste. His tongue pushed inside, fucking Jay’s pussy in shallow thrusts while his nose rubbed against his clit.
“Don’t stop—Riki, baby—please, I’m so close—nghh!”
His pussy gushed helplessly, slick dripping down onto the leather couch as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.
What neither of them noticed were the soft, hesitant footsteps descending the stairs.
The orgasm hit Jay like a tidal wave. He let out a high, keening cry before slamming his own hand over his mouth, biting down hard to muffle the obscene sounds as he came hard on Riki’s tongue and fingers. His hips bucked wildly, thighs trembling violently around Riki’s head as overwhelming pleasure bordered on too much.
But Riki didn’t stop.
He kept sucking on the oversensitive clit, tongue flicking faster, fingers curling and stroking that spot without mercy.
Jay’s eyes rolled back, tears spilling down his flushed cheeks.
“P-please—enough, baby—stop—it hurts—too much—ahh!” He sobbed, trying to push Riki’s head away with weak, trembling hands, but the maknae just growled and pinned his hips down, burying his face deeper.
“Jay said enough, didn’t he?”
The calm, icy voice cut through the haze like a knife.
Both of them froze.
Riki quickly grabbed a nearby throw blanket and tossed it over Jay’s exposed body before turning toward the stairs.
Sunghoon stood at the bottom, arms crossed, expression unreadable in the dim light.
One thing was crystal clear, though.
He was not amused.
Jay’s face drained of all color, heart dropping into his stomach.
It was so, so over.
Sunghoon had just watched him shamelessly come apart on their maknae’s tongue like a desperate whore.