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Seokjin is getting high on his couch while simultaneously deep-knuckling a bag of chips when his phone buzzes with a new notification.
grindr - 1 new message
dogdad97: hey
It’s a simple message, one that Seokjin squints at. He ashes the blunt he’d been smoking and wipes his fingers free of chip dust before pulling his legs up to his chest. He gets comfortable, elbows pressed to his knees, and clicks on the notification. The account is even more simple than the message. A profile picture of a man’s navel, hairless enough that Seokjin figures it must be laser. His nipples are a soft brown even hardened. His body is lean, muscles tight. The picture must’ve been taken post-workout pump after his abs and pecs were properly exercised.
The man is in his underwear, a tight black pair of briefs that accentuate the outline of his fat cock. Seokjin zooms in. Zooms out. Zooms back in once he notices the patch of hair just above the waistline. Mostly hairless, then. Even his thighs look to be bare aside from the few dark hairs Seokjin can see through the water-stained mirror the picture was taken in. He snorts. Will this guy’s balls be just as hairless as the rest of him?
Without a face to put to the body, Seokjin swipes to the only other picture available. The same man (Seokjin assumes) on top of a motorbike riding down what looks to be a tunnel. The picture is in black-and-white and the guy is fully covered from long-sleeve shirt to rider gloves to a shielded helmet. He’s taken extra precaution to not only ensure anonymity, but to look cool.
And unfortunately Seokjin is falling for it.
He hardly remembers the men he’s swiped right on the past couple of days. Summer break has just started and he’s bored out of his mind. Horny in a way he hasn’t been since the break-up. Desperation found him on dating apps for the first time in his life. Seokjin is old-fashioned. He typically likes to find a hook-up by lingering by the bar of his favorite gay club until someone deems him pretty enough, worthy enough to buy a drink for. He likes the process of flirting, that touch-and-go feeling of will we or won’t we. But he’s out of practice and, according to Hoseok, this is what people are doing nowadays.
The only criteria Seokjin remembers having in his haze of swiping right was good looking enough and the word top written in the bio.
He checks the guy’s profile for good measure.
top looking to hook up, 28, DL
Seokjin isn’t sure what ‘DL’ means, but he doesn’t have the patience to look it up or ask Hoseok about it. He opens the message.
me: Hey
The response comes in immediately.
dogdad97: wyd tonight
Seokjin’s stomach flips, and for a second he thinks he might be sick until he remembers this is what it feels like to be excited. That nervous type of excitement that always feels like a mistake until after the date or after the hook-up when the pieces come together and everything makes a little bit more sense.
But Seokjin isn’t sure how to respond. His thumb finds its way to his mouth, nail something to chew on as he thinks.
Should he make himself sound more exciting than an ordinary thirty-three year old desperate to try out dating apps after the crash of his eight year long relationship? Is this the part where he lies?
He could spin a small story, tell dogdad97 guy that he’d been out with his friends but they’ve gone home and he’s not ready for the night to be over. He could come up with something more exciting, more risky, tell this guy that he’s in town for one night only and wants to know what it’s like to fuck on a motorbike. Or he could tell the truth and admit that it’s been over nine months since he’s had sex. That he’s so lonely that not even the embarrassment of feeling so desperate could’ve talked him out of the process of signing up for fucking grindr, of all things.
He chooses to lie.
me: Plans got cancelled.
me: So nothing much. You?
dogdad97: same here nothing much
Seokjin goes to type but dotted bubbles dance on his screen. He keeps his thumb in his mouth as the guy types, ignoring how it rattles between his teeth.
dogdad97: what were your plans
dogdad97: and how can i make them about me
Seokjin goes hot all over. He huffs a laugh and types back faster than his fingers can keep up with.
me: Dinner, drinks.. boring stuff. You’d probably be more entertaining.
dogdad97: we should probably put that to the test
dogdad97: my place?
Seokjin hesitates. He gently places his phone down on the couch so that the screen is facing away from him. He hadn’t put much thought into anything happening outside of the swiping right process. Had assumed that if anything he’d get some practice in; learning how to flirt again, knowing what it’s like to feel wanted again. He isn’t sure if his plan was to window shop, per say, or to do something about the fact he’s been sexless for so long that Jimin has started calling him a born-again virgin.
But just the idea of hands on his body has Seokjin’s chest caving in, his lips folding in on themselves. His excitement is a convoluted mess of shock and nervousness. Reminds him too much of the time he’d planned to lose his virginity to the only other gay kid he could find within a thirty-kilometer radius back in high school.
This is exactly what Seokjin wanted.
Right?
Mind set, he picks up his phone to reply.
me: Yeah.
Only a few seconds pass by before Seokjin hates the way his one-worded answer looks. He takes a deep breath in and holds it until he comes up with something else to say.
me: Sounds good 👍
Hasn’t Hoseok warned him about overusing emojis? Seokjin runs a hand down his face, surprised by how warm it feels. He holds down the message in hopes to edit it but the options don’t pop up. He can’t fix his mistake. Something starts to sour and twist in his belly, that nervousness turning into a sickness, before dogdad97 starts to type.
dogdad97: here’s my address. excited to meet you 😝
Somewhere between taking a cold shower to dim his high and hopping into the driver's seat of his car, Seokjin starts to think that maybe this isn’t such a good idea.
It’s a dumb idea, that’s for sure. Seokjin doesn’t know this man, doesn’t even know what he looks like. Tonight could be the night he gets murdered. He hasn’t told Jimin or Hoseok about where he’s going, doesn’t want them to tell him what he already knows. A safety spiel from Jimin. A wellness check from Hoseok. He can imagine all of the different ways they’d call him an idiot and it’s almost enough for Seokjin to turn the car around.
Almost.
Because in the end, they were the people who’d poured hours into encouraging Seokjin to get back out there and enjoy being single for the first time in eight years. He thinks that maybe they should be proud.
He arrives at the address given by dogdad97 in a little over thirty minutes with no idea where to park. There’s a parking lot next to the apartment complex that says residents only and street parking as full as he would expect it to be for a weekend night. And Seokjin doesn’t want to call dogdad97 to ask for instructions on where he should park. No, this needs to be something he needs to figure out himself. Coming across as needy or incompetent, a child who needs thorough instructions, is a quick way to ruin the mood. So Seokjin finds an empty spot a few blocks away, telling himself that the walk of shame won’t hurt as bad if he’s burning calories.
The apartment building looms over him like a giant that wants to pluck him off the sidewalk and try a bite. Seokjin rolls his shoulders, buzzes the number on the control panel that dogdad97 had sent with his address. He doesn’t have to wait more than a minute before a voice crackles through the speakers.
“Hello?”
Seokjin jolts as if the voice had come from behind him. Silly. He’s being silly. This isn’t the first time Seokjin has hooked up with a stranger, and given his new status as single, he hopes it won’t be the last. Taking a deep breath, he answers, “Hi. Is this, uh… dogdad97?”
Saying the username out loud has Seokjin fighting the urge to smack himself. He swallows the embarrassment, taps his foot against pavement and waits for a reply.
“Huh?”
Oh, god.
Seokjin leans in close to the speaker and repeats himself, “Um… dogdad97? This is Seokjin.”
A beat passes. Seokjin checks over his shoulder to make sure no one hears him. He’s feeling the type of paranoia he used to get when he’d smoke weed behind his parents’ backs in high school, hoping they wouldn’t smell it on him when he got home. But it’s just Seokjin out here. Him and two girls several meters ahead giggling together as they fight over who gets to hold the leash to the dog they’re walking.
Seokjin finds himself wishing he had a dog to walk. Or that he was the dog being taken on the walk.
The speaker splutters, static louder than Seokjin was prepared for. He jumps back with a hand to his heart.
“Oh, yeah,” says the voice. “Seokjin. Yeah. Come on up.”
It’s not quick enough that Seokjin escapes through the front door and into the first open elevator he sees. The lighting is dim in here, a yolky yellow he feels safe under. He tries to get his breathing under control until floor 8 brings the elevator to a full stop.
It stops sooner than expected. When the doors open, Seokjin is greeted by the amicable face of an elderly woman dressed in what looks like sleepwear. Her hair is in messy knots and there’s a pair of bunny slippers on her feet.
“…Going up?” he asks.
The woman scowls, shakes her head hard enough for the rollers in her hair to unravel. “I must’ve pressed the wrong button again,” she mutters. “Damn it. You go ahead.”
Seokjin nods. The elevators close once again, and the last thing he sees is the woman jamming her finger into the control panel.
By the time he’s made it to the eighth floor, Seokjin has managed to calm his heartbeat and psyche himself up for this dick appointment. There’s a voice in the back of his head that sounds an awful lot like Hoseok telling him not to call it that, but Seokjin isn’t sure what else to call this. He’s scheduled ahead and set a time for this. He primped himself for this. He’s done everything but write it down in his calendar. All that’s left is to knock on the door. So he does.
dogdad97 is very handsome. This is the first thing that Seokjin notices when the door is opened. His face is round and soft, sharp only where a row of piercings sit on his ear. The other ear is pierced, too. And so is his eyebrow. His bottom lip. Seokjin catches sight of the ring when dogdad97 introduces himself. It catches light from the hallway, gleams a little.
“Seokjin, right? Hi, I’m Jeongguk. Come in.”
Deep voice, tall stature, broad backside. He’s everything the two pictures on his profile offered and more. Seokjin steps past the threshold, toeing off his shoes where he notices a small pile next to the entryway. That excitement from earlier starts to manifest into something stronger, hungrier, more eager. It’s all going to Seokjin’s head. He almost doesn’t notice the sleeve of tattoos on Jeongguk’s arm.
“What does ‘DL’ mean?”
Seokjin isn’t sure why he asks. Almost regrets it when Jeongguk spins around in the middle of the way, brows raised enough to make his forehead crinkle.
“I—what?”
“Sorry.” Seokjin shakes his head, swats at nothing but air. “Nevermind, ignore me. I, uh, I like your place.”
And he does.
Jeongguk’s apartment is dark but neat, monochrome furniture arranged symmetrically in a living room lit up by mood lighting. A blue neon sign hanging above a television playing some show on its lowest volume. A lamp turned on in the far right corner. There’s candles lit, but they have no distinct smell. Seokjin almost doesn’t want to touch anything.
“Thanks,” Jeongguk says, guiding them further into the apartment. “I have a roommate, but he’s not home right now. And it means down-low, by the way.”
“Down-low…” Seokjin repeats, eyes glued to the tattoos that run up Jeongguk’s entire arm.
Jeongguk nods. “Yeah. I—well, I like to keep things… discreet.”
“Discreet?”
“I’m not exactly out. Or, like, even sure what I’m doing.” Jeongguk hesitates, then. He’s led them into the kitchen area where a bottle of whiskey and two glasses are set out on the countertop. “That okay with you?”
As Jeongguk starts to pour them whiskey, Seokjin gets a little bit distracted by the way his fingers wrap around the bottle. They’re thick but not too thick, long and knobby with neatly trimmed nailbeds. This Jeongguk guy takes care of himself. If Seokjin tries hard enough he can smell the faintest scent of clean laundry on him. The orderliness of his home and of himself is a direct contrast to the modifications he’s made to his body. Piercings on his face, an arm sleeve of tattoos, tattoos on the back of his hand and on his knuckles. Seokjin can’t help it. His curiosity is piqued.
He blinks when a glass of whiskey materializes in front of his face. Looking past it, Seokjin sees Jeongguk staring back at him with something close to trepidation sewn in the knot between his brows.
“Good?”
Seokjin grabs the glass, takes a sip. The whiskey is cold and strong in his tongue. He tries not to shiver. “Good, yeah,” he says. “I don’t care that you’re, uh… whatever you are.”
Jeongguk chuckles into the rim of his glass. “Whatever I am.”
“I get it now,” Seokjin tells him, leaning against the counter to appear more comfortable than he feels. “All covered up in those pictures on your profile just to look more down low.”
Jeongguk shrugs. “You’d be surprised how many people don’t show their faces on these apps. And how little it matters.”
“Do you often trick people into coming over with your abs and motorbike?”
That startles a laugh out of Jeongguk. He blinks a few times fast, says, “Tricks? That’s not fair. Would you say you were tricked?”
“I’d say I was—” Seokjin rolls the words around on his tongue before deciding what sounds best “—encouraged, at least.”
“So you thought I was hot.”
“You think too highly of yourself.”
Jeongguk raises a placating hand in the air. “Hey. I didn’t say it. You did.”
“I said no such thing.”
“Well,” Jeongguk says, voice dipping all of a sudden. Low and smooth as the whiskey they’ve been drinking. He steps closer to Seokjin, enough so that he can better see the way his big eyes shine. “I thought you were very beautiful. That’s why I messaged.”
Seokjin nods and looks away, taking another sip for something to do rather than make eye contact with Jeongguk. “I am beautiful, aren’t I,” he murmurs.
“Humble, too.”
Seokjin laughs a soft thing that fogs the inside of his glass. “You’re one to talk.”
“Been working in my favor so far.”
The implication has Seokjin rolling his eyes. He looks back at Jeongguk, says, “Talking about how many people you’ve slept with isn’t exactly setting the mood.”
“That’s what the whiskey’s for.”
“Oh my god,” mumbles Seokjin, letting his head fall back in faux-exasperation. “I don’t usually do this, you know.”
Jeongguk’s head tilts. “This…?”
Seokjin waves a hand between the two of them. “You know.”
“Hook up with strangers you just met on a dating app?”
“Yes. Exactly.”
With a gentle finger under his cup, Jeongguk tips it so that the whiskey falls into Seokjin’s mouth in a slow trickle. His mouth quirks to the side all cool and self-assured and Seokjin starts to really like the warm bubbles that start to pop in his belly. All soda fizz and good feelings. He’s really missed this.
“Well,” Jeongguk says, eyes set somewhere on Seokjin’s mouth, “I’ll try to be gentle, then.”
Seokjin would love to ask what exactly Jeongguk’s definition of gentle is and how he plans on making sure to do good on his promise, but it’s a little hard with his fingers down his throat.
“That’s it, baby,” Jeongguk says from above him. “Take it.” His head drops somewhere in the dampness between Seokjin’s neck and clavicle, tonguing at the area with an eagerness that feels a bit too far from gentle.
Not long after Seokjin finished his glass of whiskey did Jeongguk have him pressed so hard against the kitchen counter that he’s sure there’s a bruise forming at the bottom of his spine. Jeongguk proves himself to be a slow, measured lover, using his hands to wind Seokjin’s legs around his waist, keeping his mouth attached to Seokjin’s skin at all times. He takes his time. Walks them to the bedroom where Seokjin is thrown on a bed covered in dark, plush sheets and far too many pillows. Drags Seokjin’s clothes off with little to no urgency.
He watches, too. Keeps his eyes on the way Seokjin’s nostrils expand as his breaths deepen, how his fingers curl into the mattress. When Seokjin bucks his hips up for a little more pressure to his groin, all Jeongguk does is guide him back down and watch how his cock twitches in the confines of his briefs.
Jeongguk is still clothed. Seokjin doesn’t think that it’s very fair, so he finds one of Jeongguk’s nipples through his shirt and gives it a gentle squeeze.
“Your foreplay takes too long,” he mumbles around the fingers still in his mouth.
Jeongguk groans. One of his nails scrapes the roof of Seokjin’s mouth. “Do that again,” he says.
And Seokjin listens if only to persuade Jeongguk a little bit more into doing something other than kiss his neck and squeeze his thighs.
Jeongguk’s head falls when Seokjin pinches for the second time. He pulls his fingers out from Seokjin’s mouth with a soft, wet pop just to cover it again with his lips. It’s an eager kiss, a gross kiss. One that Seokjin all but whines into.
“Tell me what you want,” Jeongguk says, pulling away just enough to speak, his spit-covered fingertips grazing over the bottom of Seokjin’s bare navel. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
God, Seokjin wants anything. Everything. He wants Jeongguk to do whatever he wants to him, bend him over and turn him inside out. He wants to be taken apart and put back together again by Jeongguk’s tongue, fingers, cock. He wants to come hard enough the past nine months of loneliness all but vanish. He wants, he wants, he wants…
“Finger me,” he settles on, grasping onto one of Jeongguk’s hands and guiding it down to his crotch.
Seokjin can’t remember ever having been so eager for sex before. The room is too hot, his skin too electric; he’s so hard and achy right now that he genuinely thinks he might cry if Jeongguk doesn’t just fucking touch him.
Jeongguk must be able to feel it because he rocks forward, clothed cock pushing into the space between Seokjin’s upper thighs, mouth falling open in a beautiful display of desire. He leans down to kiss Seokjin again, and Seokjin lets his tongue fall into his mouth because he likes it.
“Feels good,” Jeongguk says, palm curling around Seokjin’s girth. “Feels so fucking good.”
“Yeah?” Seokjin asks, rolling his hips up to meet Jeongguk.
Jeongguk grinds back into him, hand slipping into Seokjin’s briefs. “Yeah, fuck,” he grunts, hips stuttering as he gets a real feel of Seokjin’s cock. The grasp is gentle but firm. Seokjin feels as though all of the blood just rushed down to where Jeongguk starts to stroke him. Languid and smooth with it, taking his time to thumb around the head. “You’re so gorgeous it’s stupid.”
Laughing, Seokjin winds his legs around the back of Jeongguk’s knees to pull him in closer. He wants to feel how their bodies move together, how the muscles in Jeongguk’s back flex when he shivers. “You should take your clothes off,” he says. “‘S not fair I’m the only naked one.”
“I’ve liked it so far.”
Seokjin tenses as fingers dig into one of his cheeks, anticipation making his chest go all tight before all the air in his body leaves in a disappointed huff when Jeongguk does nothing more than cop a feel.
“Of course you have. Can you do something other than touch me?”
A looser grip around him this time, almost playful in its tenderness. “Should I not be touching you?” ask Jeongguk.
“You should be doing a lot more than that by now.”
Jeongguk pulls away with a sleazy grin on his face. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he says, mocking lilt to his voice. “Didn’t know you were on such a time crunch.”
Seokjin looks at the watch that is not on his wrist. “It’s so far past my bedtime.”
“I promise to make it worth your while,” Jeongguk tells him, sliding down the length of his torso to slip his tongue into Seokjin’s belly button.
The sudden intrusion makes Seokjin flinch. He tries to guide Jeongguk away with a hand under his jaw, but it only works to encourage him further. His nose flattens against Seokjin’s navel, tongue pushing in deeper. Seokjin groans. “Stop being weird and take your clothes off already,” he says.
Jeongguk’s reply is muffled. “Patience is going to help make this feel a lot better.”
Everything has felt so good so far that Seokjin gives up and lets his body go all pliant like goo. His knees fall to the mattress, hands leaving Jeongguk’s back as lips start to wander along the hemline of his underwear. He wonders if Jeongguk can feel the way the hair on his body rises with every brush of his lips, the way his kisses make the goosebumps all but melt away. Seokjin closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy the fingers that brush the underside of his cock. He might be shaking all over. Might be leaking through his briefs. He can’t exactly be sure, not when Jeongguk pulls away completely, taking all of the warmth with him.
“Are you falling asleep?” he asks, head tilted as he grabs hold of one of Seokjin’s legs. His touch is gentle, as it has been all night, and Seokjin likes the sight of him on his knees.
Seokjin shakes his head. “I’m being patient.”
Jeongguk hums, eyes flickering to the side where Seokjin has started toying with a few stray hairs on his head. His smile is soft, lips pressing to the thin bone on Seokjin’s ankle as he starts to massage the area, distracted by something Seokjin doesn’t feel like trying to figure out because when he looks down he can see just how hard Jeongguk is. His cock looks different through a pair of sweatpants than it did through his underwear, but it’s fat and it’s long, and Seokjin swears he gets harder at the thought of it inside him. He lifts up from the bed to get a closer look, to press his hand against it. He’s barely given enough time to appreciate the feel of it on his palm when something wet envelops his big toe.
He tries to jerk back, but Jeongguk has a tight grip on him. “Really?” he asks, confused by the sudden warmth that flushes his chest. “This is what you’re into?”
No one has ever done this to Seokjin before. It’s not all that wild or unheard of, but it’s new, so he stays very still as Jeongguk swirls his tongue before dragging it down along the webs between his toes.
“‘M into all kinds of things,” he mutters, words jumbled with his mouth full like it is. “I want every part of you in my mouth.”
“Yeah,” says Seokjin, unsure of what else there is to say. It feels like some sort of wild, fantastical daydream being here sprawled naked on dogdad97’s bed while his body gets the attention it hasn’t received in months. “Yeah, yeah. Okay.”
And then Jeongguk says okay, uses his free hand to pull Seokjin’s briefs off while his mouth is still occupied and begins to tug at his cock with more force than he has thus far. It’s both too much and not enough, and Seokjin tries not to sigh in relief when Jeongguk lets go of his foot just to dip lower into Seokjin’s lap. Mouth ghosting over the length of Seokjin’s cock, he presses a kiss at the base of it before licking down to the head and swallowing him whole.
Seokjin’s hips buck, his eyes snap shut, his mouth falls open with a haggard sigh. He’s happy to get a little attention where he’s been aching for it the most, even happier when Jeongguk’s fingers are back in his mouth only for a few moments to get them wet enough to breach past the entrance of Seokjin’s hole.
“Shit. Tha-that’s nice, Jeongguk,” he mutters. “Keep going. Just like that.”
All of the blood in his body rushes to his cock as Jeongguk sucks, loud and lewd enough to leave Seokjin embarrassed, shoving his face into a pillow. Sex with his ex stopped being nasty and started getting a bit plain toward the end of their relationship where most nights were spent going to sleep early at opposite ends of the bed. Seokjin hadn’t even expected it back then, hadn’t read the warning signs for what they were. Boring sex, lack of communication, avoiding each other in the home they shared. Feeling desired as he does in Jeongguk’s bed has Seokjin feeling like he might come soon if the tongue running along the underside of his cock keeps brushing under his sac. If the fingers inside of him keep curling, reaching further than Seokjin is capable of on his own.
Jeongguk’s head is buried so far between Seokjin’s legs that the only place he can properly touch is the base of his skull. “Up,” Seokjin murmurs, tugging lightly on Jeongguk’s hair. “Before I come. Up.”
He listens, face tinged with a sweet red like wine around the edges when he comes up for air. He looks spent. He looks pretty. Seokjin wants to kiss him, but doesn’t get the chance to as another finger is slipped in between the other two. The intrusion makes him whine, long and needy like a cat in heat. How embarrassing.
Seokjin moves to hide his face again in the pillow, but Jeongguk doesn’t let him get too far. His palm is damp against Seokjin’s skin as he keeps his chin in place. “You can be loud,” he whispers, eyes shaking. “It’s okay. Only us here.”
It’s permission enough for Seokjin to let out a groan that scratches his throat before launching up to kiss Jeongguk as hard as he can. They fall against the mattress with a heavy whoosh.
“I want you inside me,” Seokjin gasps between kisses.
Jeongguk nods, hair scratching Seokjin’s forehead. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, me too.”
He unwinds in slow motion with a heaving chest. Seokjin watches intently as he takes his clothes off; shirt first, then his pants, then a cheeky snap at the waistline of his underwear. It makes Seokjin laugh, this sudden playfulness. Has the whole one-night-stand thing become less of taboo in his head. He raises his knees and spreads them wide, lets Jeongguk get a proper look at what he’s done. It’s gratifying to see the way he freezes, how his eyes flutter and his smile widens. He stares for long enough that Seokjin starts to wonder Jeongguk likes what he sees, if it’s better or worse from any other hook-up he’s had over before.
But then Jeongguk steps out of his underwear, muttering the words beautiful and come here before he kneels back on the bed to kiss Seokjin, only pulling away to grab a condom and bottle of lube from his bedside drawer. It’s warm, sticky, wet at the entrance of Seokjin’s hole. He holds his breath as Jeongguk strokes himself until his cock is throbbing and red, something nice to look at while Seokjin prepares himself for the intrusion.
Dull pressure against him, a flash of pain that goes as quickly as it comes, a sudden fullness that has Seokjin letting out a shaky breath. He heaves as Jeongguk bottoms out. Exhilaration makes his fingers shake as they wrap around Jeongguk’s shoulders. He feels just as sturdy as he looks, a heavy weight for Seokjin to hold onto while Jeongguk starts to whisper into the shell of his ear.
“Good, baby?” he asks, every inch of him sliding in with one, long smooth glide. “Feels good?”
Seokjin gasps, nods. “So good.”
This has always been his favorite part of sex, the part where someone fucking him still feels like it’s still under his control. That initial fullness, the sudden pressure, the breaths they both let out as Seokjin gets used to the feeling. He settles his hips flush against the mattress and drags his hands down to Jeongguk’s waist as encouragement.
Jeongguk pulls halfway out and thrusts back in, arms winding around Seokjin as he starts to fuck him at a steady pace. “Gentle enough for you?”
“Tuh-too gentle,” Seokjin tells him, suddenly aware of how greedy he feels. He wants everything, more, all of it. “Go harder, kiss me.”
Jeongguk seems to listen best when he’s got something to prove, something to do. He falls against Seokjin and runs his mouth over his chin, up his jaw, making his way to Seokjin’s mouth where they start to kiss with messy smacks. Little wet sounds that bounce off the walls. All Seokjin can hear is the sound of their skin slapping, the bed creaking under their combined weight. It’s a sound that Seokjin hasn’t heard in so long it seems foreign and new. He wants to live in it for as long as Jeongguk will let him.
He thinks Jeongguk wants the same thing, thinks he’s feeling just as overwhelmed and overheated as Seokjin is. The room is hotter than before, the air between them gone humid with shared spit and sweat. Seokjin doesn’t want to just lay here and do nothing. He wants to be one of the hook-ups that Jeongguk remembers, that he’ll think back on more often than not, so he clenches. He drags his foot up the length of Jeongguk’s thigh and guides him in deeper, harder.
Jeongguk’s shoulders ripple, mouthing falling open with a wanton moan. He leans back for a gasp of air, curses once before sitting back on his knees and dragging Seokjin up to meet him there like he weighs nothing at all. “Jesus, fuck,” he says almost like an intrusive thought, something he had to get off his chest. “Sexy. So sexy, beautiful, Seokjin.”
Seokjin can’t respond. He can’t. The words have dried somewhere in the back of his throat, coming out in whiny huffs. There’s a knot of tension at the base of his spine that only expands as Jeongguk bucks up into him, pace brutal now, hands roaming everywhere, pulling at Seokjin’s skin as if maybe he could tear a piece off, keep it on him for a little while after they’re done.
Rivulets of pleasure snap, crackle, pop in the deepest parts of Seokjin’s gut. His thighs are on fire with a delicious burn as he tries to keep himself up and balanced on Jeongguk’s lap. The hands gripping his waist and ass help, so Seokjin looks down his nose at the beautifully anguished look of concentration on Jeongguk’s face. Brows pinched, mouth open, he’s putting in a lot of work to make sure that Seokjin feels good. Feels dizzy. Feels foggy and overstimulated, his cock rubbing in the tight space between them. He wants to take hold of himself, speed this up the same as he would every other time. But he doesn’t. Instead, Seokjin takes Jeongguk’s face between his hands and guides his gaze upward.
“Open,” he mumbles, thumb dragging Jeongguk’s bottom lip down.
Big, rounded teeth and cherry red cheeks on display, Jeongguk looks so stunning that Seokjin doesn’t think twice before gathering the saliva on his tongue and letting it drip down into Jeongguk’s mouth.
He laps his up like a dog, tongue curling around the shiny trail. He makes a show of swallowing, too, throat bobbing as he lands a direct smack on Seokjin’s ass. The sound reverberates around them. Seokjin feels the skin there ripple. He curls in on himself, body tensing as he feels that euphoric sense of pleasure take over his senses.
“I’m gonna—ah, fuck.” His words don’t make sense, tongue loose, mouth gooey, but he still tries. “God, fuck, kiss me, please, kiss me.”
Mumbling a curse before finding Seokjin’s mouth with clouded eyes, Jeongguk kisses him hard and fast. They make out with messy smacks, a lot more hot air shared than good aim, but it’s enough to tighten that coil in Seokjin’s gut. His skin is on fire. His cock is leaking between the two of them, angry and red, ready to let go. He hardly gives either of them a chance to prepare before his head is falling back with a violent moan as he comes.
“Fuck, look at you,” Jeongguk is saying, not slowing down even as Seokjin paints ribbons on his abdomen. Seokjin twitches and burns with oversensitivity. “Fucking gorgeous, perfect. Sound like a fucking dream.”
The closer Jeongguk gets, the more he loses his rhythm. They fall back onto the bed while he rides out his high, spreading Seokjin’s legs as far as they can go and bringing a calf up to suck on. Needs something to nibble on, apparently, as he comes, teeth grazing the sparse hairs on Seokjin’s shin. He looks so lean and fit from above Seokjin, nipples hard and abs tight as he comes, muscles on his thighs straining to keep going, keep fucking into Seokjin until his gaze skews into pain before it all melts away.
They’re both panting as Jeongguk pulls out. Jeongguk grabs Seokjin by the chin and smashes their lips together for a little mild kissing while they both come down. Seokjin hardly has any feeling left in his toes or lips, but he kisses back as well as he can. His head is all fuzzy and mellow. He really likes the way Jeongguk’s lips feel against their own.
It’s while Jeongguk is rifling under his bed for the pack of wet wipes he claims to have that Seokjin remembers something. “Dogdad97,” he says, voice horse, his gaze set on the knobs of Jeongguk’s spine. “Do you even have a dog?”
Jeongguk pops back up with an incredulous expression on his face. He pulls a wipe out from the pack and slaps it down on Seokjin’s torso. “I have a dog,” he says.
The wipe is cold, a shock to Seokjin’s senses. He bats Jeongguk’s hand away to do the cleaning himself, but Jeongguk won’t let him.
“I haven’t seen a single thing that would indicate you being an actual dog dad.”
For one, he’s seen no dog. Can’t remember any toys in the living room space he could see and certainly no dog bed in the bedroom. He starts to think this is another lie—encouragment—that Jeongguk has come up with to persuade people to spend a night with him.
“I have a Doberman,” Jeongguk says as he tosses the wet wipe and pulls out a new one to use on himself. His skin ripples with the new sensation. Seokjin doesn’t even try not to notice. “His name is Bam, and he’s staying the night in my roommate’s room, thank you very much.”
And for a moment, Seokjin entertains the idea of asking to meet this dog. It wouldn’t be a good idea, though, he tells himself. Not exactly one-night-stand protocol. So Seokjin gathers his wits and swings his legs off the bed, looking around the room for where his clothes could be. His underwear is at the foot of the bed while his pants are directly below him. Seokjin tries to be quick about this—the most embarrassing part—and pulls his clothes on without once looking back at Jeongguk.
Jeongguk, who doesn’t look bashful at all to be staring at the wide expanse of Seokjin’s bare chest.
Seokjin narrows his eyes. “Where’s my shirt?”
“I can tell you want to meet my dog.”
“I don’t.”
“He’s very cute,” Jeongguk says, tone lilting all sweet like candy. What a stark difference from the sexy, playful guy he’s been with the last hour or so. “But very excitable. Still thinks he’s a puppy, he’ll jump and slobber all over you.”
Seokjin feels his mouth curl with anticipation. He forces himself to shake his head. “I should really be getting home,” he says. “Thanks, though.”
Jeongguk nods in response, finger shooting out at the corner of the room. He says, “I think I saw your shirt over there.”
And Seokjin nods, ignores the sudden churning of his gut and pulls on his shirt before risking a final glance at Jeongguk. “Walk me out?” he asks, hesitance in his voice not appreciated.
Jeongguk just stares at him for a few moments before something seems to click in his brain. He shoots out of bed and throws on the sweats from earlier, then he guides Seokjin out of the bedroom, back to the front door. “Here,” he says as Seokjin is slipping into his shoes. “At least look at a picture.”
Unable to help himself, Seokjin coos at the Doberman on Jeongguk’s phone screen. His fur is a deep brown mahogany shade, little patches of a lighter brown around his snout and paws. A large metal collar is around his neck in the photo. He looks to be smiling, all goofy the way a dog does. His tail is still long, ears floppy on either side of his head, and all of a sudden Seokjin regrets his decision to not meet this dog.
“He’s adorable.”
Jeongguk locks the screen and lowers his phone. “I know,” he says. “Thanks for, uh, coming over. Despite my sketchy profile.” His laugh is husky and tinged with embarrassment.
“It was great,” says Seokjin, feeling ready to leave in a way he hasn’t until this exact moment. Is the end of a one-night-stand always this awkward?
“Well.” Reaching behind him, Jeongguk unlocks the door and opens it just a sliver. “Have a great night, Seokjin.”
Taking the hint, Seokjin wraps his hand around the edge of the door and steps out past the threshold. He doesn’t look Jeongguk in the eyes when he says, “You too. Night, Jeongguk.”
The walk back to his car isn’t as shameful as Seokjin thought it would be. It’s nice out, nighttime air not too cool that his sweat-covered, spent skin gets any shivers in. He’s feeling sated, filled with such an odd combination of adrenaline and unease that it all manifests into the sloppiest grin on his face. He’s pleased with himself, shocked. Impressed that he had managed to crawl out of the depressive hibernation he’s been in since last fall when his life had first begun to unravel. His keys rattle in his grip, and it’s not until then that Seokjin realizes his hand is shaking. Excited jitters, he writes it off as. Exhilaration.
After a long, hot shower and an extra few minutes spent on his skin care routine, Seokjin lays in bed and realizes, with a sharp sense of disappointment, that he won’t be able to just call Hoseok and Jimin and gloat about having been finally laid. Because Jeongguk had said that he’s on the ‘DL’ and that he likes to be discreet, and that means that Seokjin has got to, somehow, keep this amazing night to himself.
Well, fuck.