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Nobody is surprised when Hyunjin pulls Jisung away from the others the first chance he gets.
It's not like he's the only one — post-concert adrenaline is a hell of a drug, and the members have always been open with each other, emotionally and physically. He can already see Felix and Changbin all over each other. Jeongin and Seungmin are cajoling Minho and Chan into a four-way thing that they will definitely text about in the group chat later. Their arrangements change with each concert, with each tour stop.
It's natural, really, for men who cannot hook up easily for fear of the media's gaze. When you spend so much time with seven other people who you have an intense homoerotic relationship-thing with, what else do you expect to happen?
So nobody except Jisung himself is surprised when, post concert, Hyunjin all but drags Jisung to an abandoned greenroom. Jisung himself makes but a token protest. Hyunjin yanks the other inside, locks the door, and shoves Jisung against it.
The kiss is filthy from the onset. Hyunjin has been wanting to devour Jisung since the concert started. He licks into Jisung's mouth aggressively and tastes salt and desperation.
Jisung whimpers into the kiss, giving himself up to Hyunjin's control, so sweet and pliant. Hyunjin knows that Jisung can be cold and domineering if given the chance, but today Hyunjin needs to see that pouty mouth hanging open, spilling moan after moan as he bounces on Hyunjin's cock. Or have him panting in Hyunjin's ear as he's fucked into roughly, broken in like the toy he is in Hyunjin's hands.
The things that Hyunjin would do to Jisung, given the chance, would almost certainly earn him a one-way ticket to hell.
As he licks and sucks down Jisung's throat, Hyunjin finds that he doesn't mind. He really could not give less of a fuck, actually.
"Hyunjin-ah," Jisung breathes out, "no…no marks, remember, you know this…"
Hyunjin fights the urge to growl. He does know this, that's the issue. He wishes he could stake his claim on Jisung anyway, maul him like a tiger, but Jisung's disappointed eyes afterwards would ruin it all. He allows Jisung to thread his fingers in Hyunjin's long, sweaty locks of hair; they clutch and pull with a grounding pressure. He closes his eyes, rests his forehead in the crook of Jisung's neck, and breathes.
Jisung's hips kick forward slightly, which is when Hyunjin realizes that the other is practically straddling his thigh. He shifts forward, grinding his thigh against Jisung's most sensitive area and revels in the punched-out sounds it draws.
"What do you want?" Hyunjin's voice is wrecked from a full two hours of singing and egging on the crowd. It makes Jisung shiver regardless. "How do you want me?"
Jisung visibly takes a moment to control himself. "Any way you'll have me. Just — fuck me? Please?"
"Fuck, yes, okay, I'll fuck you." Hyunjin takes a hold of that small, slutty waist of Jisung's, dragging it forward. The friction on Jisung's cock makes him gasp and whine, high and needy.
Hyunjin had eyed that waist the entire concert, in that outfit showing off Jisung's midriff to the world. God, he'd wanted to rip it all off right then and there. Fuck the media. He'd have bended Jisung over and forced him to take his cock mid-rap, to see how well he could spit syllables while choking on the fullness.
Hm. That is a thought to explore for later. The rapping, not the exhibitionism, though Hyunjin thinks Jisung would be into that too.
The point is, Hyunjin's heart sings when he's able to drag Jisung forward by the waist, walking him forward to the lone table set up in the middle of the room. With some maneuvering, he manages to push Jisung down so his torso is flat against the surface. The table is high enough that Jisung's legs don't touch the ground; they kick lazily in anticipation.
Fuck. He looks so good. The others will be sorry to have missed this.
Hyunjin rummages through his pocket for the burner phone he got exactly for this kind of thing. Of all the members, he's the only one who likes collecting evidence of the member's passion. The rest of the kids indulge him with varying levels of horniness.
"Are pictures alright, baby," Hyunjin asks, one hand already smoothing over the skin of Jisung's back where the crop top has ridden up.
Jisung squirms under the attention. "I — yeah, go wild."
Hyunjin smirks.
He starts a new recording, capturing how helpless Jisung looks on the table, spread out like this. Like a pinned butterfly. "Hands behind your back," Hyunjin murmurs, and Jisung complies immediately. His fingers lock with each other at the small of his back.
He looks like a present to be unwrapped, like this.
Hyunjin pauses the recording, putting the phone to the side. Jisung's top can stay on, for now; it accentuates the waist so well. He slides off the white cargoes and underwear in one go, smoothing a hand over the supple skin that reveals itself.
"Don't tease," Jisung whines, squirming a bit harder on the table — his hands stay behind his back, though. "Touch me — fuck me, Hyunjin-ah, please."
"In due time." Hyunjin spreads Jisung's thighs, exposing that pretty pink hole. "Let me look at you for a second, Jisung."
Jisung's hole flutters. Hyunjin needs to fuck it open with his tongue.
But no, he wants to wait, first. See what Jisung does when denied. He sinks to his knees, eye level with Jisung's ass, and stills.
He drinks up the sight of Jisung for one minute, then two. His cock gets progressively harder, but ignoring the temptation is it's own kind of pleasure. The ache is delicious. Around the two minute mark (honestly more than Hyunjin expected), Jisung starts trying to move, pushing his hips back and searching for friction. It's at once cute and hot. Hyunjin's holding onto his self-restraint by a thread. A very, very thin thread.
"Aaah," Jisung whines loudly, like a child throwing a tantrum. "The hell are you waiting for, pigs to fly!?"
Hyunjin clicks his tongue, left hand grabbing the phone and starting the recording again. "That was not very nice."
He lands a stinging slap to where Jisung's ass meets his thigh, giving no warning to hear how Jisung's voice breaks on a high gasp. The next one lands on the other side, creating a mirror of the splotch of pretty pink. Jisung shouts properly at this one, hands shaking from the effort of keeping them still behind him.
They are so lucky this room is soundproof.
Hyunjin spanks Jisung's ass again, and again, until it starts blooming a beautiful red. Jisung's noises range from high whines to shouts of surprise and pleasure. He shakes with each hit, voice growing thicker and more teary.
Deeming it enough, Hyunjin soothes the area with the same palm that delivered the pain. Jisung has gone still, trembling slightly, sniffling softly.
He loves getting spanked, getting put in his place. Hyunjin loves putting him in his place. It's a perfect chemistry, what they have.
Hyunjin draws closer to that fluttering hole, hot breath ghosting over the sensitive area to see how Jisung startles. He removes his restraints and licks a thick stripe against the rim.
"Hyunjin!"
He continues to hold Jisung open as his tongue works over the muscle, circling the rim and dipping forward to tease at a penetration. Jisung himself is making the sweetest little noises, like alcohol to Hyunjin's lightweight mind. He could stay here for hours, teasing these sounds off Jisung, getting drunk in the proof of his pleasure. He'd worship Jisung the way he deserves, the way he should be for the rest of his life.
He spreads Jisung's cheeks wider, tongue properly breaching the loosened hole, fucking in and out lazily.
"Ah, oh fuck, baby, Hyunjin," Jisung babbles, completely gone, "So good, so good, ah, fuck — fuck!"
His dick hangs hot and heavy, leaking precum all over the floor. It's pretty cute. Hyunjin wraps one hand around it, smearing the liquid over the length, while the other holds Jisung's hips against the table.
The effect is instantaneous. Jisung's voice increases threefold in volume, cries of Hyunjin's name and unintelligible pleas the only thing he can say. It's beautiful. It's intoxicating. Jisung's body is the world's most potent drug, and Hyunjin is no better than an addict.
He decides to take mercy on the other and pull back, but not before leaving a wet kiss to the hole. Jisung pants, high and airy, as he comes down from the stimulation.
It's a very good thing Hyunjin brought his travel lube in his pocket before this. Incredible foresight on his part, really. He smears a good amount on his fingers, rubbing it onto Jisung's hole and watching it flutter. "Ready, baby?"
"I've been ready," Jisung says thickly. "Get — get on with it."
Hyunjin exhales heavily and shoves two fingers inside. Jisung relaxes around them, taking them easily even as his walls pulse around Hyunjin. His eyes scrunch shut, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he adjusts. He already looks undone, cheek pressed against the table, pink flush everywhere on his body.
Hyunjin needs to ruin him.
Two fingers turn into three quickly, to Jisung's obvious delight. He starts moaning in earnest when Hyunjin finds his prostrate and rubs against it slowly. Really, Hyunjin is just doing it to watch Jisung squirm in pleasure. The other can't help but let out low gasps from the stimulation, muscles tensing from the relentless pressure.
He's getting close to cumming, Hyunjin realizes, when Jisung's voice grows steadily higher and breathier. His cock is making such a mess on the floor that Hyunjin wonders if Jisung hasn't already cum.
But no, Jisung's always been like this. Always leaking like a fucking faucet.
Later, Hyunjin will indulge and taste it.
He draws Jisung closer and closer to the edge — he arches his back so prettily as his nerves sing, jaw hanging open, slight trails of drool making their way down his face. Jisung's a fucking work of art, Hyunjin thinks, as he records with his other hand again. Standing behind Jisung, his own legs can do the work of holding Jisung's thighs open.
"I'm gonna —" Jisung sobs. "I'm gonna — Hyunjin, please, ah — no!"
Hyunjin withdraws his fingers with a wet sound, in time with Jisung's sob of despair.
It's beautiful.
"I was so close," Jisung cries as he lets his body fall back on the table. Hyunjin rubs a soothing hand on his lower back. "I was so close, Hyun — fuck…"
"I know." Hyunjin presses a soft kiss to Jisung's nape. "I didn't want to end this so early, though."
Jisung turns his head to glare at Hyunjin tearily, pouting. "You could have fucked me through it."
It's too cute. Hyunjin says his I know against Jisung's lips, kissing them softly, slowly. Jisung relaxes under his touch, breath stabilizing.
"Let go of your hands," Hyunjin murmurs before taking hold of Jisung's waist. He's glad that he's made a token effort at going to the gym, back when he and 3RACHA lived in the same dorm, because it means he can flip Jisung over in one move. His breath catches when he's met with the full sight of Jisung's face, all pink and wet with tears and drool. His arms splay out beside him, red marks where he had been clutching his wrists. "Hi, baby."
"Hi, Hyunjinnie," Jisung giggles, reaching up to pull Hyunjin down and crash their mouths together again.
Their kisses don't have the same fervor as before, but it doesn't lack in passion. Not at all. Jisung may be catching his breath, but he sucks on Hyunjin's tongue and nips at his lips like it's his last meal on earth. It's reminiscent of how he gets three drinks in, clingy and whining for somebody to kiss him. Climbing onto Hyunjin's lap and licking into his mouth messily. This Jisung is drunk on pleasure, but the effect is largely the same.
Hyunjin indulges him. How can he not? He has Han Fucking Jisung under him, undressed for him, coming undone for him.
His hands stay on Jisung's waist.
The give of his skin under Hyunjin's fingers is addicting; he spreads them to cover as much surface area as possible, pressing down into the soft layer of fat over the muscle. Hyunjin loves when his stomach is like this, loves how lean yet fluffy it is, but he thinks he'd love it no matter what it looked like. Whether Jisung decided to get fucking shredded like Chan, or to lose his abs completely; Hyunjin would worship him no matter what.
He kisses a sloppy trail down Jisung's neck, skipping his chest for now because he's too impatient to remove the shirt, and down the line of his abs to his belly button. Here, he can feel how Jisung's breath gets shakier against his lips. Hyunjin licks down his stomach, stopping to give extra attention to his navel, before pressing his teeth to skin in an imitation of a bite.
Jisung freezes.
Hyunjin applies more pressure, feeling how Jisung's hips kick. He's not far from Jisung's cock; the head is by his cheek, actually. But that can wait. Hyunjin's hands squeeze Jisung's waist firmer, making Jisung gasp.
"Are you going to eat me before you fuck me," he giggles, raising his head to look at Hyunjin. His eyes are slightly hazy; it drives Hyunjin even more feral. "Maybe lets rearrange our priorities."
Hyunjin grins against Jisung's belly button, feeling the other shiver under him. "But you taste so good, Jisung-ah." It's true; the other tastes like salt and musk, a uniquely intoxicating combination. He bites down on his soft stomach again, a bit harder this time, and Jisung lets out a cute squeak. His hands come to pull at Hyunjin's limp strands of hair, sending delicious sparks of pain down his skull.
Hyunjin would do this longer, but the ache in his pants is becoming genuinely painful, and Jisung looks so amazing under him that Hyunjin needs to see him falling apart on his dick like, yesterday. So he pulls away with a quick kiss and straightens, keeping Jisung's thighs spread around his frame as he stands between his legs. A hand to Jisung's chest keeps the other down, pinned, as Hyunjin records a few quick seconds of the other panting.
It has never been harder to take off his pants, but with some fumbling, Hyunjin manages. His dick springs up eagerly. He takes off his shirt for good measure; the sweat is starting to become more uncomfortable than not.
Hyunjin brings Jisung's knees to hook over his shoulders, clutching his soft thighs desperately as pure want courses through him. Their small break did nothing to dim the fire burning in his gut, the leftover adrenaline in his veins.
Jisung doesn't look any better.
If he had more patience, Hyunjin would grind against Jisung's ass, tease Jisung until the other begged for it, but Hyunjin is a weak man. He thrusts in smoothly, bottoming out in one go with a sigh. Jisung yelps, a string of curses leaving his lips as he adjusts to the intrusion.
It's so warm. Jisung pulses around him, making Hyunjin go dizzy. He leans down, resting his forehead on Jisung's collarbone. "I'm not going to last long," he confesses. "You feel so fucking good, I can't…"
"Me neither, me neither," Jisung says quickly, voice strained. He brings his arms up to grasp at Hyunjin's back, nails digging into skin. It feels wonderful. "You can — you can move, please, I —"
Hyunjin pulls out slowly, hissing, before grabbing at Jisung's waist again and pulling him on his cock as he thrusts.
"Shit!"
He sets a brutal pace from the onset, pulling Jisung onto his cock over and over by that tiny fucking waist. Jisung babbles, words far beyond him, voice rising when Hyunjin finds his prostrate. The nails drawing red lines on Hyunjin's back only spur him on.
It's overwhelming, the pain combined with the sheer pleasure. Hyunjin and Jisung exist in their own world, in their own sweaty, fevered bubble.
Hyunjin bites down at Jisung's collarbone, needing to do something with his mouth. Jisung keens, arching his back all the more.
Jisung tastes so fucking sweet, even through the sweat and everything. The drag of Hyunjin's cock against his hole is so sweet. Jisung moans so sweetly that Hyunjin thinks he might just pass away right there. It wouldn't be a bad way to go. He wants to record the noises to replay when he's aching and alone in the dark, wants to remember this moment forever, but he doesn't have a free hand to grab the burner phone.
It's okay. Hyunjin's memory is enough. And if he asks nicely enough, Jisung might send him a video or something later.
They should be quieter, he realizes after a moment, but he does away with the thought immediately. The idea of everybody knowing how well he takes Jisung apart, who Jisung's body belongs to behind the scenes…it's unbearably hot. If Jisung had a problem with it, he would have stopped Hyunjin long ago.
"I'm close," he mumbles through groans. "I'm so close, Jisung, fuck you're so hot, I'm so crazy about you, shit —"
"Inside," Jisung breathes out. "Inside, please, please…"
Who is Hyunjin to deny his god?
It only takes a few more hard thrusts for Hyunjin to let go, for the string holding him together to snap. An animal sound makes it out of his throat, teeth digging into Jisung's skin harshly — it's going to leave a mark, but thankfully it's low enough that they shouldn't have much problem. The mark is only secondary in Hyunjin's brain, however, compared to the ecstasy overloading his every nerve, compared to Jisung milking his dick for all it's worth.
Jisung follows not even seconds later, back arching like a string pulled tight. he shakes in Hyunjin's hold as he paints his torso white, whines and incomprehensible syllables all he can say.
A heavy ball of satisfaction settles in Hyunjin's chest when Jisung slumps, panting like he's just performed another 1 hour set. Ruined, all messy, all for him.
He lets go of Jisung's skin between his teeth, laving his tongue to soothe the area. One of Jisung's hands comes up to the back of Hyunjin's head again, holding him there gently.
Once he's done, Hyunjin pushes himself up (but not without some difficulty). The sight below him will be seared into his mind, he already knows; he'll be sketching Jisung's body post-orgasm in so many different angles later. He'll fill an entire sketchbook with Jisung's figure and give it to him as a birthday present, as a reminder.
Hm. That's…actually a really good idea.
He grabs the phone, pressing record to capture a few seconds of Jisung panting, making sure to get the stains of cum on his stomach and the bite on his collar. Once satisfied, he stops the recording, finally, for good.
"You alright?"
Jisung chuckles, throwing an arm over his eyes. "Never better. Holy fuck."
Hyunjin grins. "We should clean up."
"Not like it's going to hide anything," Jisung sighs. "Everybody probably already heard us."
"You like it that way."
"You know me too well."
Hyunjin doesn't answer, eyes catching on the ropes of cum on Jisung's stomach again. They paint his skin so beautifully.
He wants so bad.
"How much time do we have until they abandon us?"
Jisung blinks, propping himself up on his arms. The action causes the muscles of his stomach to ripple. Hyunjin's mouth waters. "It's been like…45 minutes? So we probably have like 15 more before they really come looking."
Hyunjin meets Jisung's suspicious gaze. "Can I?"
Jisung's eyes narrow playfully. "What are you planning, Jinnie?"
For an answer, he brings his lips to Jisung's diaphragm, where the longest splashes of cum start. He can feel Jisung's breath spasm. "You — wait, I'm gonna get hard again, we don't have time —"
"Oh, we do," Hyunjin says against Jisung's skin, lapping up the liquid like a man starved. "I can make you cum again in ten."
"You — you fucker —
"Can I fuck your abs? I'll cum quickly, I promise."
"Fucking insatiable bastard — fine, fine, be quick, fuck —"