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Donghyuck’s bladder wakes him up in the middle of the night.
He quietly pads to the bathroom to pee and finally brushes his teeth. It isn't until he’s settled back in bed when he notices Johnny feels different next to him, colder, silky where he usually is met with bare skin. Only then Donghyuck remembers how he had passed out after Johnny pushed him onto the bed, promising to be right back after he cleans up. So, Donghyuck has managed to cockblock himself. In his defence, it has been a hell of a week filled with pre-Christmas deadlines and practice after practice to make sure they're in perfect shape for the last game of the season (which Donghyuck carried just a few hours ago, thank you very much).
Lifting the covers reveals this: Johnny in a blush pink silk slip with lace trims, one strap falling off his shoulders and exposing a matching pink nipple.
Suddenly Donghyuck is wide awake.
After a few minutes of staring, he’s almost fully hard and starts considering his options. He could try to go back to sleep but doubts his boner is going anywhere while sleeping next to Johnny looking like that. He could wake Johnny up and try to make it up to him for falling asleep the best way he knows how (in between his legs). Or—or he could choose not to think (which was getting harder and harder by the second (no pun intended)) and rut away against Johnny's ass to chase after instant relief.
Donghyuck decides to settle for option number three. It’s less settling and more not even being sure if this reality or a wet dream of his but—it doesn’t matter. All that matters is how good Johnny looks spread out in silk before him, and how much Donghyuck's cock is begging for something, anything.
It’s not like this is uncharted territory—they’ve talked about it and have fooled around in between the sweet space of dreams and reality, and yet it feels risky. He's not sure if Johnny's mad at him, not sure how far he’s allowed to go.
But he bites. Settling against Johnny's back, his hips immediately draw to Johnny's ass. Pushing his boxers lower, his cock effortlessly slides against silk in between Johnny’s cheeks. Now, Johnny wouldn’t be Johnny if he wasn’t wearing a matching pair of panties, but when the fabric slips up to reveal a peek of matching lace the surprise still makes Donghyuck’s hips buck up, seeking pressure to match the thrill. One of his hands wanders underneath the slip to get a feel of Johnny’s abs, lips sliding wet across the muscle right above Johnny's shoulder blade.
Donghyuck starts getting feverish. The movement feels good, but the silk is too soft and slippery to provide any real friction, the feel of gliding against johnny’s ass drives Donghyuck further and further into a horny frenzy. It's not enough.
He finds more in grabbing Johnny's cock, feeling its weight against skimpy lace. He finds more in pushing Johnny down against the mattress so his hips stay rooted in place. He finds more in kissing behind Johnny's ear, the sweet spot where the remains of his cologne still linger and cloud Donghyuck’s mind.
Like that, it’s easy to get lost in chasing pleasure, much harder to notice Johnny stirring awake. He doesn’t even realise Johnny's hips are pushing back against him or his cock is hardening in his hold until Johnny speaks, voice muffled against the pillow.
“T'least you could have done is fingered me open.”
Donghyuck stills immediately. Despite sleep clinging to his voice, Johnny sounds unimpressed, a tone that is usually only used between them if Johnny wants to take charge or feels annoyed. Donghyuck hopes for both.
Other than that, he doesn't pay Donghyuck any special attention. Maybe he doesn't deserve it, but Donghyuck is nothing if not insistent.
He lifts up and rolls Johnny over to his back. His eyelids hang low, hair a messy halo around his cheeks and both straps of the slip now falling off his shoulders, pulling more attention to his toned chest. Donghyuck counts his blessings that he's the one who gets to witness it.
Perhaps a bit too early, judging by the way Johnny frowns at him. “You can’t stay up for me and now the best you can do is rut against my ass like a pathetic little puppy?”
Oh. Donghyuck can’t help the little whine that comes up in the back of his neck. He wants to protest and bite back but—it’s all true.
“I'm sorry,” is all he says, hips coming back to press against the side of Johnny’s thigh, far too turned on to stop now.
He grabs Johnny's hand and brings it up to his lips for a consolation kiss. Johnny's eyes follow his every movement, bored to death. Donghyuck presses closer. “I'm sorry—I'll make it up to you. I can eat you out until the sun rises,” he plants another kiss to Johnny's palm, his own eyes sincere and verging on desperation. Johnny’s expression doesn’t shift, turning his back to Donghyuck to lay on his side.
“It's what, three am? Either fuck me back to sleep or forget about it.”
It takes Donghyuck a few seconds to get the instructions, electricity shooting through his bones once they settle. He scrambles up to fetch lube from their bedside table, finds his own space by Johnny's hips, buzzing as he tries to calm down.
Reaching out to Johnny's thighs first, his touch is barely there as it slides higher, taking the edge of Johnny's slip with it, lips coming down to mark the newly exposed skin. Johnny stays still, but Donghyuck doesn’t miss his long shaky exhale, nor the way his thighs press closer together. He's stays careful when he looks up too, not sure how much talking he's allowed to do.
“You look so good,” he breathes against Johnny's skin, kissing up the sharp edge of his hip as his hands do their best to touch as much skin as they can.
“Hurry up.”
Fuck. Donghyuck would love to, there's nothing he wants more now than to feel Johnny clench around his cock, but–there's always something so intimidating about Johnny like this, so pretty and mesmerising, the dips and curves of his muscles, the rosiness of his lips, the way his hair always falls perfectly around his face. As much as Donghyuck is used to staring, he should also be used to touching–he's seen Johnny come undone plenty of times by now, has been the one reducing him to tears and whimpers and begging. He's heard Johnny whisper confessions of love against his own skin, needy and raw. Despite all that, his luck is still hard to believe.
“Hyuck?”
Donghyuck shakes his head. “Sorry,” he tries to snap out of it. “It's just that–you're so gorgeous.”
He places a final kiss on the side of Johnny's hip and tugs his panties lower.
“Then be good for me, hm?” Johnny asks, voice softer than before as Donghyuck settles on his elbows, spreading lube on his fingers.
“On my best behaviour,” Donghyuck grins back as he pushes his index finger past Johnny's rim.
It's all easy from here. Donghyuck knows how to read Johnny's body like the back of his hand. When he tenses up, Donghyuck stills, alternating between drawing slow kisses across Johnny's thighs and perineum and squeezing his cock. When Johnny relaxes, Hyuck pushes in, scissors his fingers around until there's space for one more, until Johnny melts into drawn out moans and until his hips start pushing back against Donghyuck's fingers, becoming addicted to the stretch. Eyes wide open and ears perked, Donghyuck makes sure to not miss a single moment, his own cock rocking into the mattress to the rhythm of Johnny's breaths.
“I'm ready,” Johnny finally pants minutes later, bending a leg to pat Donghyuck's arm with his heel. Donghyuck sits up, squeezing Johnny's ass for good measure before sliding Johnny's panties all the way down his legs.
“Can I have you on your back?” He asks, pleading as his hands run up and down Johnny's legs.
“What's the magic word?”
“Please?” shamelessly desperate.
When Johnny rolls back against the mattress, he's smirking. “Good boy.”
Donghyuck takes it as his cue. He lubes up his cock, looks up in time to see Johnny spread out his legs to either side of the bed, the slip falling to pool in between the muscles of his thighs. It pulls him in like magnets; before he knows it he's climbing over Johnny, zeroed in on the man before him.
Johnny reaches up to grab him by the back of his neck and pulls Donghyuck in for a kiss. Their lips finally meet, slow but heavy. Johnny parts his lips, lets Donghyuck lick into his mouth, the familiar excitement sending a rush down his chest. Johnny's ready to whine for Donghyuck to hurry up but he's already a step ahead–pushing past Johnny's rim as his hands caress his sides.
Johnny does his best to relax but the first seconds always leave him breathless. As always, Donghyuck’s right there.
He uses the moment to kiss down Johnny's neck, lick a stripe across his collar bone. The straps of the slip dress are still hanging loose down Johnny's arms, so he reaches to pull one of them back in its place. Johnny squirms. Donghyuck tries to not get lost in how tight Johnny feels around him. He leans down to Johnny's exposed pec, takes the nipple in his mouth, sucking on it as he pushes his hips just a bit deeper, unable to resist.
Johnny makes a noise in the back of his throat, the hand on Donghyuck's neck slides up to curl in his hair. He's almost as impatient as Donghyuck. Almost. “Move.”
So he does, pulling his hips out just to slide back into Johnny, easy yet determined, making sure Johnny feels every snap of his hips. The stronger his thrusts get, the more Johnny's hold on his hair tightens. The pain feels strangely sweet, a striking contrast to how warmly Johnny welcomes him in with every push, keeps him grounded against the pressure burning hot in his tummy. Johnny tugs a bit harder and Donghyuck moans, hips stuttering.
Johnny's eyes snap open, suddenly interested. Then, his face settles.
“I can't believe you fell asleep while I was getting ready for you,” he starts, barely keeping his voice even. “So ungrateful. Do you know how many guys would beg for a chance like that?”
Johnny tugs his hair again, making Donghyuck whine in between pain and pleasure.
“I can beg if you want me to,” Donghyuck slows his thrusts in response, carefully holding Johnny's gaze. He knows it's all play, yet still–he feels like walking on glass.
“I know you can.”
Johnny remains unimpressed as he releases his hold on Donghyuck, pushing him up while he sinks deeper on his cock. Donghyuck settles on his knees, catching Johnny's leg that comes up to press against his shoulder, placing a kiss on the ankle.
“Go on, pup, fuck me back to sleep. You can keep going after.”
Donghyuck doesn't even need to think for his hips to snap back in motion, hands squeezing Johnny's thighs to bring him closer. He doesn't hold back now, doesn't bother to tease like he usually would, only focuses on Johnny. Johnny, Johnny, Johnny. He watches Johnny bite down on his bottom lip, watches the way his eyes roll back in pleasure. Johnny's cock bounces underneath the slip until it breaks free, until the silk covers just a bit of his torso.
Donghyuck's hands slide up, clutching either side of Johnny's waist, hands drowning in soft fabric.
“Keep going baby,” Johnny pants, words slurring together as his lisp becomes stronger. He reaches a hand down to Donghyuck's butt, grips his right cheek in an attempt to draw him closer. “I'm almost there.”
“Do you“–grunt–“do you want me to touch you?”
Johnny shakes his head, sliding his free hand to grip his cock, coating his own precum over it. “Keep fucking me, you're only good for one thing.”
Donghyuck's hips stutter as warmth rushes over him and through him. He stops himself before he comes, but barely so. Johnny raises an amused eyebrow but doesn't give him a breather, pushing down on his cock impatiently. “I didn't tell you to stop.”
“Sorry, I didn't want to–” Donghyuck stops for a deep breath, before he starts moving again. Slowly now, lifting up a bit to get a different angle.
Johnny gives a breathless laugh, thumb teasing the head of his cock. “You're so easy, pup.”
Johnny's triumph doesn't last long–he arches off the bed at the slow slide of Donghyuck's cock, moans when the head catches against his rim. Donghyuck uses the chance to build up momentum, spurred on by the sweet sounds falling past Johnny's lips, bleeding together in a melody of want. When Johnny's whines get longer, Donghyuck picks up his speed, circling his hips on his way out, fingers digging so deep in Johnny's thighs they'll probably leave bruises.
Johnny doesn't look like he cares though, not when he starts spilling over his fingers with a moan, squeezing Donghyuck's cock as his whole body tightens in pleasure.
“Fuck, you're still so tight,” Donghyuck gasps and has to use his entire willpower to slow down, let Johnny come off his orgasm slowly so he doesn't get grumpy. “How are you always so fucking tight, baby?”
Johnny blinks his eyes open, breathing deep as he comes back to reality. His chest is glistening in sweat, there's blush rising high over his cheeks, and his eyes are blown out from pleasure. He beckons Donghyuck closer, and he goes without question.
“Clean me up,” Johnny instructs, holding his come covered hand up between them.
Donghyuck leans down, licking across his palm first, eyes never straying from Johnny's. He moves his hips a little, testing the waters. Johnny nods at him, pushing two fingers in Donghyuck's mouth, smearing his cheek in the process; Donghyuck doesn't mind in the slightest, finally allowing himself to relax at his own pace in the heat between Johnny's legs. He licks Johnny's hand clean, peppers it in kisses, bites at his pulse point.
Johnny just smiles at him, sleepy as he runs his fingers through Donghyuck's hair, holding him close. It doesn't give him much space for movement, but he doesn't need it, not with how tenderly Johnny cradles him, how loving his gaze feels.
“Can I come in you?”
“No,” Johnny smiles and blinks up at him, the sadistic edge back in his voice. “Do it somewhere else.”
Cursing, Donghyuck drops his head, looking around for a towel or some socks or something. The only thing his eyes land on are Johnny's lace panties, and he snatches them just in time to shower them in come after just two twists of his wrist over his cock.
Panting, he looks up at Johnny, who rolls his eyes at him. “You can take those home with you.”
“Maybe I will,” Donghyuck grins, tossing them to the floor and falling down right next to Johnny. He straightens out the slip once again, hands lingering on Johnny's waist. “You look fantastic.”
Johnny just hums, rolling into his side. “I know.”