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Jay had become rather complacent with life recently.
Complacency was probably underwhelming to some but to Jay it was bliss, and it was mostly owing to the fact that his idol career was set in wood, the next best thing to stone, and he’d had a full week of solid sleep. He was content with waking up to a glass of flat coke and banging on the bathroom door for Jungwon to hurry up out of the shower. He was content with his growing roots and half working AirPods and nights filled with ramen and dance practice. He was content with his aching joints and missing slippers and reprimandation from their dance coach. This was his life now and he was content.
He was content until one fine evening after a radio show when everyone was lazing in the lounge, rosy cheeked with the high thermostat and Heeseung’s bottle of wine.
“They’re children, Heeseung.”
“Oh shut up Jay, once is fine.”
That one fine evening when Shim Jayeun and his horny, good for nothing mouth decided to turn his world upside down.
“If anyone here liked taking it up the ass, who would it be?”
Uncalled for. So, so uncalled for. Jay had been staring into the red liquid in his coffee mug peacefully, only to look up and see six fingers starkly pointing in his direction. Six fingers that sent his content world nose first plummeting into the atmosphere, damage even worse than the Chicxulub impactor.
Everyone erupted into laughter at the sight of Jay’s shocked face, and for a moment there Jay hoped they were pulling a prank, but the unironic manner in which they began to rank everyone else on a scale of “dick giver to dick receiver” diminished all hope.
“Wait what the fuck guys?” said Jay after the boys had eased themselves down from cruel laughter to bated splutters, sending Sunoo into another fit.
“Oh come on hyung, don’t act like it isn’t obvious,” he insisted.
“Yeah Jay, everything about your personality screams dick receiving, don’t even try deny it,” said Sunghoon with a toothy grin. Jay wished he didn’t sound like his mother when he wailed a very explicit, sorrowful version of boys will be boys in his head.
“It does not guys, come on, this isn’t fair,” he resisted.
“Does to, and your ass just speaks for itself,” insisted Sunghoon with a toothy grin, bringing his hand down on Jay’s backside and giving him a smack that rendered Niki breathless with laughter.
All the words flew out of Jay’s mind and he snapped his head in Sunghoon’s directions, eyes wide. Sunghoon might have been his closest friend here but really, when it came to “Fuck all of Jay’s emotion and pride,” hours, no one missed out.
“But how can you guys say that?” Jay argued, trying to find footing on the ground again. “I’ve never even thought about it before.” Fuck, he was being honest but now he just sounded desperate to prove them wrong. As desperate as a guilty man. The pointed look Heeseung was giving him said all that.
“Jay,” he said. “Come on. Don’t lie.”
“Shut up Heeseung, I’m not lying,” he tried again, voice almost turning into a whine. Why was he even reacting so much? This wasn’t a big deal. “I’m not kidding, the thought had never crossed my mind before, ever.” Until now. Fuck.
“He’s thinking about it~” sang Jake, and Jay blushed red.
“Oh piss off, I’d never thought about it before this.”
“Well now that you’re done thinking, what’s the verdict?” insisted Heeseung. “Hot, right?” Jay stared at the rest of the boys.
“How is he not in my position right now? Listen to him, he actually wants it.”
“Heeseung, opinion on dick in ass?” asked Jake,
curt like an interviewer.
“Not for me,” said Heeseung… and that was that…
Jake shrugged. “Gotta respect a dude's opinion.”
Jay had run out of words.
“You didn’t respond to my question Jay.”
“Fuck you Heeseung, it’s been a hot minute.”
•••
Jay was sitting on the couch after lights out a few evenings later, unable to shake everyone’s words from his mind. As a teenager in an utterly modern world where getting adrenaline boosts from hunting wild cattle was not an option, yes he occasionally turned to porn and a subpar wank to get himself off, but that was it. It wasn’t like he’d never thought about sex, but it just never made itself out to be an apparent and immediate issue before, it wasn’t something he spent his time thinking about.
Until now. Now it was all his mind (and search history, even PornHub was confused at how much anal he’d looked up) was filled with. Bending over as something pushed into him, ramming in out as parts of his body he’d never even wanted to be touched were violated in the most confusing of ways, body bare and open.
Yes, confusing. All his “research” had done nothing to satiate that itch the boys’ joke had created in his mind, he still had no idea how he felt about it all. Watching other people get fucked in the ass did get his dick twitching, but thinking about himself in that position did… nothing. He still had utterly no idea what it would feel like, and he was worried that if he spent too long in the bathroom trying it himself, the members would catch on and tease him no end. In fact he’d made a point these days to spend no longer than ten minutes in the shower at a time, as if Jungwon wouldn’t use that to tease him in other complex ways.
Jay had been asshole deep in these thoughts, eyes fixated passively on a wall, when Sunghoon walked into the room and spotted him.
“Spaced out much?” he asked, sitting down on the floor next to Jay. His hair was mused but far more tame than the headband Jay had put his into, and he had his midnight glass of water empty in his hand, ready to be pissed out in two hours. Jay gave Sunghoon a meagre side glance through his glasses before looking up and groaning. Sunghoon grinned.
“Still thinking about it huh?”
“Yes, shit. Not even the getting fucked part, like what about me makes me a bottom?”
“We weren’t serious you know,” said Sunghoon, putting the glass down on the floor and letting his cold hand rest on Jay’s thigh. “And even so, it’s not an insult or anything.”
“But- but why can’t I help feel like it is?”
“To your super manly ego that runs from ghosts can’t deal with jumpscares. Okay babe,” grinned Sunghoon, and Jay gave an exasperated heave.
“Watch your words boy, you might not see tomorrow,” he threatened but it fell flat under his musings. Did Sunghoon, as in dimwit Park (not really), all brawn no brains (Jay was just a little pissed at him now), his pretty boy best friend with an empty head, just make a point? Was Jay really all that?
It was definitely shaking. Jay’s image of himself had always been responsible, the type to care for others, help them through their vulnerability without letting his own show too much, just enough. He wasn’t like Sunghoon, he didn’t mind showing that he had emotions, but anything that made him seem incompetent or lesser, he would hide until even he could barely find it. It might have been simple of him, but in his head he immediately tacked down a bottom as someone submissive, someone who was taken care of. Being told that he was everything he thought he wasn’t was downright worrying. What else did he not know about himself?
“I think I’m having an identity crisis Hoon,” said Jay dramatically, looking down at the boy who was now playing with the hem of Jay’s shorts.
“It was in the making, you’re practically middle aged.”
“We’re the same age.”
“Hush darling, old age isn’t so bad,” lulled Sunghoon, before looking at Jay with a grin. Jay just looked down at him with tired eyes.
“God, this is all so trivial, I have better things to do. Why am I thinking about this?” he whined, slumping back and letting himself seep into the sofa crack.
“Maybe because it’s new and intriguing?” suggested Sunghoon, and he also shifted position, looking at Jay with serious eyes. “Have you ever even had sex before, Jay?”
“Nope, and proud,” replied Jay, pushing his slipping glasses back up his nose bridge to add an intellectual bravado to his point. Sunghoon’s serious demeanour cracked immediately.
“No shit? With an ass like that?” he gawped, and Jay sighed.
“I hate it when you talk like that.”
“Does thinking about it make you hard?” ignored the younger, and his eyes travelled down to Jay’s crotch. Jay’s eyes widened and he covered himself with his hands.
“Excuse me?” he exclaimed, and Sunghoon muttered a small sorry before reattaching himself to Jay, running his fingers casually over the fuzz of hair beginning to grow on Jay’s legs, completely unruffled.
“Well, does it?” he insisted.
“What? Sex, or bottoming?”
“Bottoming. Thinking about sex has to make you hard man,” said Sunghoon matter of factly. Jay had no idea how to answer. Earlier he’d been embarrassed to be thinking about trying, and now he was embarrassed for not knowing.
“How often do you have sex?” he evaded, trying to throw Sunghoon’s on the spot. Obviously it didn’t work, Sunghoon and The Spot just didn’t exist together, Sunghoon was so difficult to faze.
“Currently? Ask my right hand, he knows best,” said Sunghoon, waving his right hand in front of Jay cheekily as the latter rolled his eyes and slapped it away, a small piece of him relieved that Sunghoon wasn’t prying. (This entire conversation was Sunghoon prying, what was Jay talking about…)
A moment of silence. Then Sunghoon spoke.
“You also have very nice feet.” Jay blinked.
“Is that like, the holy sign of a bottom or something?”
“No, it’s the holy sign that I have a thing for feet.” Sunghoon’s eyes landed at home and Jay self consciously twitched his toes as Sunghoon’s stare became more and more invasive and his fingers slipped down to Jay’s ankles. It was always the quiet ones which had the strangest… quirks? Kinks?
“My feet feel assaulted by your eyes now,” muttered Jay, tucking his feet under his crossed legs. Sunghoon didn’t let the words faze him, retracting his hands but letting his eyes drag up Jay’s bare legs and to his crotch. Then to his eyes. Then to his crotch again. Jay felt his cheeks heat up under the scrutinising gaze, he and Sunghoon were close as it was, and although Sunghoon wasn’t one for skinship, with Jay he’d always been comfortable… a little too comfortable. Sometimes his touches, combined with his words, left a cheeky sexual energy everywhere, and Jay usually got tired of it and pushed him off whatever they were sitting on…
“I can show you.”
…But it was becoming something else now.
“What?”
Something very very different.
Sunghoon looked up, right into Jay’s eyes. “I can show you,” he repeated.
Jay didn’t know what to think.
How could one be so bold? Sunghoon was serious, that was obvious, but something about the way he spoke made it clear that this wasn’t so deep, that it was okay if Jay said no, no hard feelings. Sunghoon took very little to heart as it was.
“Your- your foot fetish? No thanks,” said Jay, trying to collect his thoughts. Sunghoon cracked an easy grin and rolled his eyes.
“No not that, the bottom thing. Like I can help you figure it out. Although I’m down for the foot thing as soon as you are.”
“Disgusting.”
“The foot thing?”
“Yeah.”
“Just wait till I suck your toes.”
“I will drop kick you.”
“Kinky.”
“Creep.”
“I still don’t know if you’ve agreed to trying it out.”
“Does this involve you unironcally sticking your fingers inside my ass.”
“Undoubtedly.”
Jay pinched the bridge of his nose. The offer was a little mad and most probably unnecessary. Jay could do this on his own, but his thoughts were beginning to eat himself out inside and he needed to know his who he was now, and Sunghoon’s eyelashes were fluttering and wow yeah, he’d known Sunghoon was pretty before but not like this and maybe… maybe it wouldn’t be all that terrible.
Jay sighed. “Fuck it.”
Sunghoon grinned, crescent eyes, canines and all. Yeah, he was pretty.
•••
“Umm, how do we do this?” asked Jay awkwardly as Sunghoon locked the bathroom door behind them. On paper the idea was great, having the person he trusted the most helping him figure out a possibly life changing (not really) thing, but the moment the lock clicked, Jay’s head started ringing.
Maybe he should have thought this out better before. The entire “Being a Bottom, a Step by Step Guide by Your Personal Best Friend,” thing was finally shifting from the bottom part to the best friend part. This was Sunghoon, a person he’d spent years picking up dirty socks and underwear after, yelling at and laughing with, and Jay was about to show him a side he’d never wanted anyone to see.
Jay preferred to be ready for things, like ready ready. Completely, totally sure about what the outcomes could be and completely, totally ready to fail if that was an option. It didn’t matter, he just had to be ready.
He wasn’t ready for this. He had no idea what was coming. And he couldn’t afford to “fail,” whatever failing entailed in this case, because Sunghoon was here too.
“Well, it’s not gonna feel good at all if you’re tense so do whatever it is you do to relax,” replied Sunghoon, looking uncannily comfortable with the whole situation and shuffling around in the cupboard under the sink for something.
“Jerk off?” said Jay, raising an eyebrow.
“If that works man.”
“Dude I’m not jerking off in front of you.”
“You will be if this all works,” said Sunghoon, standing up.
“Seriously.”
“And you are seriously about to bend over for me so I think it’s better if you say fuck all to those thoughts asap.” Jay shuffled awkwardly. Shit, this was real. He was really going to do this.
Sunghoon’s eyes softened, noticing Jay’s tension. He walked over to him and put his hands on the elder’s shoulders.
“We can also say fuck all to this entire idea and go finish Heeseung’s ramen stash.” Jay rolled his eyes but laughed a little. If he chickened now, he’d only mourn a lost opportunity, and that was almost worse than being unprepared.
“No… no. Let’s go ahead with this,” he said, and stopped playing around with the hem of his shirt.
“Okay,” said Sunghoon and he smiled, giving Jay a reassuring squeeze before guiding the boy to the counter next to the sink. Jay bent over abashedly, resting his elbows on the cold surface and his face in his palms so that he couldn’t see how red he’d become in the mirror. Sunghoon rubbed calming circles on his hips.
It was like that teetering moment before getting a piercing. There was the aversion, that last minute panic where Jay felt bile rising to his throat and he was constantly seconds away from bolting. Then there was the looming prospect of pain, and the fact that he couldn’t go back from here. And then there was the nervous anticipation. The palpitating heart and buzzing ears and lower belly fluttering with a combination of excitement and nausea. Jay took a deep breath when he felt Sunghoon grip his waistband, and exhaled sharply as he pulled the shorts down.
It was as if Sunghoon had preplanned, completely aware of how embarrassed Jay was right now, and didn’t wait a second before starting. A moment ago Jay had been fully clothed, and now his asshole was free to the open as Sunghoon poured lube on his fingers, and then pressed them to the rim.
“Don’t tell me this is your first sexual encounter,” said Sunghoon, not pushing anything in but rubbing over the puckered skin in a soothing manner. He said it with all the casualness of Jay’s hairdresser, but Jay was sure he heard a choked breath when his hole unconsciously fluttered. Jay almost felt himself relax, the warm hand Sunghoon was caressing the small of his back with helping, but the awkwardness of his entire position was still jarring in his mind. He didn’t know if he liked it just yet.
“No, don’t worry,” said Jay, swallowing down his nerves. “I’m just your biggest, least virgin, virgin incarnate.”
“Okay good,” sighed Sunghoon. “I don’t really know how to do the ’introduction to sex’ stuff, I tend to just jump in.”
“Clearly,” said Jay as Sunghoon sank a finger inside his hole. Jay caught Sunghoon’s sheepish grin in the mirror.
“Too fast?” he asked. “Wait, should we have like… made out or something first? Should I kiss you?”
“What? No, don’t kiss me,” replied Jay, watching as Sunghoon quickly blinked the worry off his face. He began thrusting the finger in and out of Jay slowly, and his lips pursed in concentration.
All of Jay’s focus was on them now, pink and round and peeling dry skin from the heaters.
…A kiss might have been nice.
Wait what the fuck? This was Sunghoon, what was he thinking?
It was when Sunghoon added a second finger that Jay’s mind wandered back down to what was actually happening.
“How does that feel?” Sunghoon asked, beginning to add in the slow back and forth motion again. Jay bit his lip, trying to focus on the feeling.
“Kind of like nothing honestly,” he said, slightly disappointed if he was being honest. He knew Sunghoon hadn’t found his prostate but he’d expected at least something other than embarrassment and the realisation that he was half naked and Sunghoon was still fully clothed.
Dammit, now he really wanted to see Sunghoon’s body. See it properly, not that hurried glance and apology when they accidentally walked in on each other changing.
Again, what?
“Does it hurt at all?”
“No.”
“Okay good,” said Sunghoon, and he pushed in a third finger. Jay gasped.
“Oh okay. Uhh, well that burns a little.”
“It should, just tell me if it gets too much,” Sunghoon replied, and he started thrusting properly.
Jay didn’t know if it was in his head or if Sunghoon had found the spot, but all of a sudden a euphoric feeling ran through his body. He let out a moan, dropping his head and clutching the sink, before clapping a hand over his mouth in embarrassment. There really was a lot of embarrassment going around today.
“Oh already?” smiled Sunghoon. “I didn’t even have to try. Perfect bottom material aren’t you?” Jay didn’t know how to reply.
This was an utterly new sensation. It was like the pleasure he felt when he jerked off, only set deeper, tingling inside his body rather than outside and sending a warmth through to all his extremities. He let out a moan when Sunghoon pressed into the spot again, arms collapsing flat on the counter. He let his head rest on his forearms, unable to pick himself back up.
“Lord, Jay you’re so sensitive,” said Sunghoon, and he sounded slightly awed.
“N-not,” said Jay, gasping again as Sunghoon added a fourth finger and pushed in deeper, the burn of the stretch only feeling good now.
“Come on man, our little experiment won’t work if you’re biased like that. It feels good right?” Jay stuttered not wanting to say it out loud lest this thing get carved into stone. So unprepared.
Sunghoon, thankfully, left it at that, letting Jay’s little gasps and whines do the talking as he thrusted in and out.
“You think you can come from just this?” he asked, massaging the spot a little and making Jay’s legs tremble.
“May- maybe,” replied Jay.
“Let’s try.” And with that, Sunghoon picked up the pace.
Jay hadn’t noticed when it had happened, but his dick was hard now, Sunghoon’s thrusts enough to make it slap against the counter lamely. His body was buzzing, and any prior reservations were being hastily replaced by the sheer desire for release. His dick was aching, and he was tempted to reach down and relieve himself but he knew Sunghoon wouldn’t let that happen.
Sunghoon. Shit. Jay’s mind flashed with the image of Sunghoon giving him more, pushing his dick in instead of fingers and fucking him deep. Would it feel better? It had to, Jay’s hazy mind was shameless and his inhibitions were slipping and fuck… this was why he rarely did this sort of thing with people.
His fuzzy mind didn’t care, and it kept presenting him with red hot images of Sunghoon taking him right here and now, hard and fast and new.
He hoped he wouldn’t feel shame in this desire when he recovered.
With one more nudge from Sunghoon, and one more fleeting thought of his body stuffed with his best friend's dick, Jay came, gasping as the euphoria travelled all over his body. His legs were trembling from how different it all felt.
Jay looked down between his legs to see his dick twitching, leaking out thick globs of cum onto the counter. Fuck. That had felt so good. This position hadn’t been the nightmare he’d thought it would be.
With a few steadying breaths, Jay propped himself back on his elbows, looking into the mirror. He was a bit of a mess, glasses askew, cheeks red and lips raw and shiny from the assault of nervous teeth.
But it wasn’t just him. Sunghoon was looking down at his body with glassy eyes, lips parted slightly. His long fingers weren’t inside Jay anymore, instead unconsciously resorting back to thumbing over the entrance. Below that, Jay’s eyes landed on his sweats and-
“Sunghoon. You're-” Hard. Wow. Jay felt a spark of pride in his heart. He’d done that.
It was Sunghoon’s turn to be embarrassed.
“Well… well yeah,” he said, the high of his cheeks flushing as he snapped his hands down to his sides.“That was like… pretty hot.” Jay felt his cheeks blush impossibly harder. Any shame he’d been expecting to feel about using such lewd thoughts about the boy diminished, because apparently Sunghoon was in a similar boat.
“Do- do you want help?” he offered, standing up as best he could and turning around. Sunghoon blinked. Whatever confident aura he’d had before had faded at the words, and now Jay was feeling a little lost too because they’d both been depending on Sunghoon to get them through this.
“I-” started Sunghoon. “I, well, I can deal with it myself, don’t worry. I said I’d help you but that was it so I suppose I should just… leave.”
“Were you not expecting to get hard?” asked Jay. He reached forward and grabbed Sunghoon by the waist of his sweats before the boy could move to the door, pulling him towards the counter.
“Well uhm… I didn’t really think about it before,” replied Sunghoon. And then he tacked something on, a little more quiet and reserved. “And I didn’t expect to want to fuck you so bad.”
If Jay had been hard right now he would have cum. The knowledge that Sunghoon wanted what he wanted made his heart stutter. He grabbed Sunghoon’s collar and pulled him down, lips meeting in a hot moment of thoughtless infatuation.
He tasted like the day. Like saliva and coffee and the salted popcorn he’d stolen from Jake, and it was just so real. He tasted human, all warm and soft and smelling of poorly dried clothes and it was making Jay dizzy with desire. Last week he’d been musing over how glad he was that they were friends and now he was here, scrambling to tug their shirts off like some hypocrite, but it was all okay when Sunghoon’s clothes fell to the floor because he was so gorgeous.
Jay ran his fingers over Sunghoon’s slender frame, face to face with the soft muscle and mole littered skin. He’d always known Sunghoon had an amazing body but now it was here for him.
“I feel like a hypocrite,” he said, smiling awkwardly.
“Why?” asked Sunghoon, grabbing Jay’s hands and guiding them lower.
“Because I’ve never thought about you like this.” Jay reached inside the fabric of Sunghoon’s boxers and pulled his dick out, red and leaking and uncannily pretty for what it was. Sunghoon looked down at him, observing as Jay started pumping up and down the length.
“Like what?” he said, and Jay looked up to see a flash of familiar cheekiness underneath all the lust. Jay rolled his eyes, he knew what he wanted him to say.
“Like a piece of meat, dickhead,” he replied, and Sunghoon snorted. He swatted Jay’s hand away and helped lift him on the counter, the cold puddle of cum sticky against his bare thighs, and they connected lips again.
There was more purpose to it now. Jay’s dick was growing hard between his tucked up legs, back propped against the cold mirror. Sunghoon reached out and started jerking Jay back to fullness, unattaching his lips for a breath and moving down to nibble on his nipples.
Jay gripped the counter as Sunghoon continued his musings, swapping teeth for tongue and tongue for lips until Jay’s buds were puffy and he was holding back moans. So many new sensations.
Finally, when Sunghoon deemed his breaths laboured enough, he broke away, looking up at Jay. His lips were swollen and red too, and his eyes glittered like they were asking Jay to tell him just how good he felt.
Jay wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. Instead, he lifted his foot and ran a toe along Sunghoon’s throbbing length because fuck it, apparently Sunghoon liked it and who knew what felt good anymore.
Sunghoon’s breath hitched.
“Shit… Jay.”
Jay smirked down at him and curled his toes, sliding the balls of his feet up and down.
“And how do you feel?” he interrogated, echoing the way Sunghoon had been merely minutes ago. Of course though, Sunghoon was as shameless as ever, hanging his head down so his bangs whispered over Jay’s torso.
“Mm, so good- fuck- who knew those cute little feet would feel like this,” he said.
“And who knew a dick would feel this weird under my foot,” replied Jay, but he kept going. Sunghoon tried to laugh, but it was cut out by a gasp as Jay rubbed his sole over the tip. “And who knows how it’ll feel inside me.”
Sunghoon moaned in response.
“I want to know too,” he mused, and he looked up, lips parted in want.
“Go on then,” said Jay, and Sunghoon stood up a little straighter. He reached out for the lube, spreading some on himself before lining up with Jay’s hole and sinking in.
Jay had no past experience to compare to the fullness he was feeling, but he didn’t need to because he knew that this was something up there. Up there on his list of “To Do Again,” before he’d even started properly.
Sunghoon had sheathed himself in fully, arms laced around Jay’s abdomen as he pulled the boy towards him and started thrusting. They had never been closer; skin pressed taut, nipples brushing against each other, hands restless and bodies connected. They were both so on edge already so it took no time for the bathroom to fill to the brim with heavy breaths and moans.
Jay savoured the stretch, his skin slightly sore from before but delighted by the heat of Sunghoon’s dick reaching deeper and deeper with every motion, nerves he’d never known he had sending euphoria all over his body. Sunghoon’s hands were busy holding Jay up so Jay took over his dick, each stroke bringing himself closer.
Sunghoon shifted a little and from there it was only uphill for Jay. Or downhill, because he’d tilted his head back to rest against the mirror and Sunghoon latched onto his neck and now it was just an onslaught. Jay’s legs started shaking as he felt Sunghoon ram into his sweet spot every time, tongue and teeth working on marking his collarbones in various shades of bruise.
It took just one more thrust, one more flick of the wrist and Sunghoon’s hot breath all over his neck for him to peak, and he cried out as his body shuddered. Sunghoon kept fucking him through his high until he too came with a furrowed brow and silent gasp, pulling out and letting his seed fall on Jay’s belly.
The dense lust in the room receded to heavy breaths, but the boys stayed pressed together, gathering their minds. Silent, until Jay spoke.
“Oh my god,” he groaned, letting his forehead drop to Sunghoon’s shoulder. “I hate you.” Sunghoon giggled, stroking Jay’s back. That had felt quite literally out of this world, and he had no idea how he’d go back to something not this after. He didn’t feel weird tangled up in Sunghoon’s arms either like he’d worried he would when he calmed down, and along with the dust settled everything else.
“Because we were all right as in I was right?” offered Sunghoon.
“I will cry if Heeseung finds out about this.”
“Admit it Jay, you loved it.”
“Did not,” muttered Jay, and he pushed Sunghoon away and peeled himself off the sticky counter, wincing as he saw the red mark of the counter on his cheeks and the bite marks on his neck. They filled him with a thrill, but it was less tiresome to complain that compliment.
“How do I cover this??” he exclaimed, gazing at himself in the mirror and pressing into the large bruise on his collar. Sunghoon rolled his eyes, and Jay revelled at the way he saw right through him.
“Who else are you stripping down for? Just wear a normal shirt,” he replied, cleaning the mess on the counter and grabbing a towel. “Shower?”
“No, fuck, not with you you pervert,” exclaimed Jay, and he wiped the cum off his stomach and pulled his shorts on. “Tell me when you’re done,” he said, walking out of the door and listening to Sunghoon’s laughs recede as he took back his original position on the sofa.
Yeah, this was definitely going on his “To Do Again” list, fucking hell.