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Han Jisung was never a particularly religious man.
However, the first time he had his boyfriend (flushed a pretty pink and oh so whiny) beneath him was probably the closest he would ever get to the pearly gates of Heaven.
The first time he and Changbin slept together was nothing short of perfect. Granted, it was a rushed tangle of limbs in a seedy club bathroom before they stumbled into Changbin’s apartment, but perfect nonetheless. How could it not have been, with Changbin spread out against the backdrop of his silky black sheets, face flushed and ample chest heaving with every heavy breath.
It was rushed and a bit messy, teeth clashing and lips bitten in their haste to consume the other by any and all means possible. Not to mention the sounds. Every high-pitched, broken-off moan was like music to Jisung’s ears, with every crescendoing gasp and whine the melody. Had the end not come so quickly, Jisung is sure he would’ve died in that bed– happily .
So, no, Jisung was not particularly religious, but if Changbin were his god, he would gladly lie down at his altar and pray.
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1
Stepping into the cafe, Jisung takes a deep breath. His morning classes had been particularly gruelling as of late, though that was no one’s fault but his own. Who the hell told him it would be good to schedule three classes in a row at eight in the morning? (Seungmin told him the exact opposite, but when had he ever listened to Kim Seungmin?)
Regardless, Jisung was in desperate need of caffeine and maybe his boyfriend. Fortunately, the gods decided to bless him with both.
“Jisungie!” A voice called. It was, unfortunately, too evil and nasally to be his wonderful boyfriend.
Walking to the counter, Jisung leaned forward with a grin that bordered on unnatural. “Seungmin,” he hummed in place of a greeting. “How’s my least favorite employee?”
Seungmin only batted his lashes, the expression rather terrifying since the rest of his face remained impassive. If Jisung didn’t know better, he would think Seungmin was having a seizure. “Just peachy, Sung-ah. Have you come to ruin my day further? I thought the morning rush was bad, but seeing you is always worse,” Seungmin said sweetly.
Jisung pouted, not offended in the least. “You spend too much time with Minho. You should really-”
Before he could finish, Seungmin was unceremoniously dragged from the conversation right before Jisung’s very eyes.
“Yah, Kim Seungmin! What did I tell you about bullying my boyfriend?” Changbin huffed, pulling the other barista into a vicious-looking headlock.
“Sorry, hyung,” Seungmin said, not sounding even remotely sorry. His voice was muffled from where his face was pressed against the meat of Changbin’s bicep and the swell of his chest, a self-satisfied smirk curling around his lips.
For a moment, Jisung was blindsided by jealousy so strong that he had to physically attempt to keep his expression neutral. Maybe he should call the cafe’s HR department and get Seungmin fired. Yeah, that sounded great. (Jisung was fully aware that the cafe had no HR department, and yet the sentiment remained the same.)
In truth, it wasn’t like Jisung minded that Changbin was touchy with their friends–and people in general–it was quite the opposite. It was one of the things Jisung loved about the other man.
However , it was no secret that Seungmin liked to be manhandled. It did something to him, which, fair. Who didn’t enjoy a little manhandling? But Changbin was supposed to manhandle him. Those were his biceps to suffocate between, thank you very much.
Suddenly, Changbin clicked his tongue, releasing Seungmin with a flourish. The latter’s face was flushed red as he stepped back, his hair slightly mussed. Jisung resisted the urge to glare at him.
“I assume you came for your usual?” Changbin spoke, oblivious to the battle of wills playing out in front of him. He pulled a cup from below the counter, followed by a small brown bag.
Declaring a temporary truce, Jisung tapped his chin in faux thought. “Only if it comes with the cute barista’s number,” he purred, eyes lidded. He blatantly ignored the loud gag from behind Changbin.
“Quite the charmer today, aren’t you, baby?” Changbin purred back, leaning over and stopping short just a hair’s width away from Jisung’s lips. Jisung could feel every puff of breath against his lips, eyes flicking down to admire the pink of Changbin’s natural pout. His breath hitched as Changbin’s equally pink tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip.
“Jesus, just bend him over the counter, why don’t you? C’mon, hyung, you’re lucky we don’t have any customers right now,” Seungmin groused, shattering the moment into a trillion pieces. Jisung actually mourned when Changbin pulled away.
Only then did he register that Seungmin’s jab was aimed at Changbin and not him.
Bruh.
“Bend who-” Jisung started, genuinely offended, before the shrill sound of his alarm interrupted and forced all three parties to flinch in surprise. Scrambling for his phone, Jisung grimaced as he checked the time. “Ah, fuck. I can’t be late for this class again , my professor will kill me.”
Momentarily forgetting his confusion, Jisung snatches up the iced americano and the added pastry, stopping only to plant a quick kiss on Changbin’s cheek before rushing out the door.
Seungmin hollers something about having to pay as he steps out the door, something Jisung pointedly ignores in favor of flipping him off.
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2
The music of the club thumps heavily in Jisung’s ears, the dim lighting doing very little to hide the throngs of drunk and horny clubgoers grinding on each other.
Despite having met the love of his life in a club, Jisung isn't fond of the party scene. He would prefer getting shitfaced in the company of his closest friends, where all his drunken shenanigans are kept away from the general public.
Thankfully, Changbin also isn’t into the whole club thing either. (Take that, Lee Minho, it is fate.)
One would then wonder what, exactly, Jisung and Changbin were doing at a club. To that, Jisung would scoff and say that they weren’t allergic to fun. Clubbing was fine, just in small doses.
Jisung tried to remind himself of this fact as he sat at the bar, eyes bored as he waited on whatever fruity monstrosity Changbin would be consuming tonight.
It also didn’t hurt that tonight was one of the few nights their best friend was deejaying.
“DJ Chris” was, at first, a way to boost the funds of a poor college student. As Chan’s self-imposed closest and most trusted friend, Jisung drunkenly decided one day that they were meant to be the greatest DJs to ever grace the scene. Somehow, Chan agreed. It had been a genius idea at the time, fueled by the sarcastic encouragement from one of their music professors.
Professor Min had once said that he and Chan had a good ear for production, and it had spiraled from there. You didn’t just get a compliment like that from the Min Yoongi and not do anything about it.
Needless to say, their paths were clear. Well, until Jisung gave up halfway through. Clubs were only fun every once in a while, even less so when you were sober the whole time.
On the bright side, Chan didn’t seem to think so. He had fallen in love with deejaying enough to make a decent side hustle. His first show was the backdrop to Jisung and Chanbin’s thrilling love affair, and the rest was history.
Startling out of his thoughts when the bartender– finally –sets Changbin’s drink on the bar, Jisung thanks him before shoving his way through the crowd and back to their booth.
The sight that greets him has his grip on the drinks tightening imperceptibly.
Changbin is squeezed to the edge of the booth, his upper body leaning away from the other body in the booth. Jisung doesn’t recognize this guy, a fact that has him on edge immediately. The guy is pretty, even in the dim lights of the club, Jisung will give him that.
Jisung’s lips curl into a snarl as the man’s hands find their way up Changbin’s arms. Touching him.
A homemade remix of International Love thumps in the background, drowned out by the rising static in Jisung’s ears. He trusts Changbin to take care of himself–have you seen him?–but the ugly feelings in his chest refuse to dissipate. Possessive anxiety spirals in his chest, twisting around his limbs as Jisung clenches his teeth.
Faith in Changbin is easy, as natural as breathing for Jisung. He has no fear that Changbin will entertain these advances or cheat or any of that nonsense, it’s other people Jisung doesn’t trust.
Even still, he can’t just charge in there guns blazing like this is some shitty rom com. He owes both himself and Changbin better than that. So, instead, he moves closer, catching the tail end of the strange man's question as the music threatens to drown it out.
“-let me ride this ride?” The man smirks, flirtatiousness dripping from his tongue as he lids his eyes, not even trying to hide the way his gaze roams Changbin’s body.
Changbin’s expression sours, hand coming up between them to act as a barrier as he denies the man (likely not for the first time).
Rolling his eyes at the obnoxious attempt at a pickup line, Jisung clears his throat and delights in the way the man whips his head around.
Visible relief flashes across Changbin’s face before it's tinged with embarrassment, which makes Jisung frown. That just won't do at all.
“Who's this?” The guy asks, eyeing Jisung’s outfit. Jisung holds back a shiver as his gaze lingers a little too long on the exposure of his midriff. After a moment, the guy shrugs and turns back to Changbin, tone regaining its flirtatious edge. “I'm willing to share if you are,” he murmurs, biting his lip in what he probably thinks is a sexy way. “You'll let us take a couple turns, won't you, big boy?”
Jisung’s eye twitches as he decides that they’ve both heard quite enough.
“Bin-ah.” Changbin’s eyes snap to his, muscles relaxing a fraction as the attention shifts. Jisung plasters on a smile as he raises the drink in his left hand. “I’ve got your drink, honey.” It’s a little sharper than intended, loud over the roar of the music, but Jisung is struggling to keep his emotions in check. The anger is rapidly fading into upset, and he wants nothing more than to curl up next to Changbin without any further distractions.
The man scoffs, either not getting the hint or uncaring. “I was here first,” he hisses. “I’m sure he’d be happy to fuck you another time.”
A responding scoff tears its way from his throat. “I thought we were ‘ sharing’,” Jisung mocks as the drinks slam against the table, sugary liquor spilling over the side. “Besides, I was here first. I’m sure my boyfriend would rather fuck me now.”
Jisung tries (and fails) not to take pleasure in watching the moment everything clicks. The man’s head whips from Jisung to Changbin and back again. He at least has the decency to look visibly embarrassed, though it’s a little too late for Jisung’s tastes. Without uttering another word, the man clears his throat awkwardly before sliding out of the booth and scampering off.
Immediately, Changbin is up and out of the booth, making a beeline for Jisung. The beginnings of an apology are forming on his tongue, but Jisung shakes his head. Changbin is not the one who should be apologizing.
Instead, Jisung opens his arms, sighing as Changbin falls into them. Jisung huffs into his hair as he squeezes the older man close, tension easing from his bones the longer they embrace. Changbin still smells like the strawberry shampoo he used earlier, cloyingly sweet in Jisung’s nose but comforting all the same.
After a moment, Changbin lifts his head to murmur in Jisung’s ear. “Let’s go home, baby.”
Jisung nods his assent, drinks forgotten as they shuffle out of the club. He has half a mind to text Chan as he calls a cab, letting him know that they left and would fill him in later.
In the car, Jisung still feels fidgety, leg bouncing as he stares out the window at the passing cityscape. His fingers twitch where they lay on the seat between him and Changbin.
If he’s being honest, he’s not sure why he’s so shaken. They’ve both had their fair share of sleazy suitors, but something about tonight was messing with him. Lips pursed, Jisung reruns the whole thing, trying to nail down the heart of these messy feelings.
He thinks it started when the other man started sizing him up, eyes unimpressed and resigned, like Jisung wasn’t a threat. Like he wasn’t trying to chat up Jisung’s boyfriend.
Now, Jisung is well aware of what he and Changbin look like. Jisung may be taller, but he’s also leaner, smaller in the waist. Changbin looks intimidating at first glance, all dark eyes and muscles, whereas Jisung–not so much.
Faintly, Jisung feels a heavy warmth enveloping his hand, Changbin’s fingers threading with his in silent reassurance.
Should he and Changbin walk down the street, there would surely be a multitude of assumptions made about them. Jisung is also aware of this. Typically, he pays it no mind. Their relationship is their business and theirs alone. They know what they like and they’re more than happy with it.
And yet, the last two times someone assumed something about their relationship, Jisung was more than a little offended.
Huffing, Jisung pulled himself from his thoughts, not willing to go further down that road tonight.
Shortly after, the cab pulled to a stop, letting the couple out with warm thanks before they shuffled to Changbin’s apartment. Jisung had absolutely no plans to return to his dorm tonight, so as Changbin fumbled with the keys, he sent his roommate Felix a quick text, knowing that the other was likely up gaming.
Their nightly routine proceeded as it usually would, the tension from earlier fading in the wake of a shower and fresh sleep clothes.
Under Changbin’s stupidly expensive covers, Jisung clung to his boyfriend’s side, legs entangled. His head rested comfortably on Changbin’s chest, a happy sigh leaving his mouth as he listened to the steady drum of Changbin’s heart.
Idly, Changbin’s fingers lightly traced random patterns on Jisung’s shoulder before he spoke, his quiet voice shattering the silence in the room. “So,” he murmured as his fingers halted their movement. “Just so we're clear, you would let me ride your ride, right?”
“Oh my god,” Jisung groaned, smacking whatever skin he could immediately reach as Changbin laughed. “That was so terrible, dude, I’m surprised you didn’t laugh in his face.”
Granted, Jisung had the charisma of an anxious chihuahua on a bad day, but that was honestly some of the worst flirting he ever had the misfortune of witnessing.
Still trembling with poorly restrained laughter, Changbin asked, “Is that a no?”
“When have I ever told you no?”
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3
Riding with Changbin was one of life’s many pleasures in Jisung’s humble opinion.
The wind whips through his hair as he zips past buildings, winding through the streets with Changbin’s arms wound tightly around his waist. Changbin’s giggles spill into his ear as they drive, his head pressed firmly between Jisung’s shoulder blades. It’s an experience unlike any other, one Jisung thinks he will never tire of.
They had taken Jisung’s bike to the gym that morning, which, if you asked Jisung, was a brilliant idea. Changbin, however, disagreed.
“It’s arm day, Sungie, you’re going to be sore,” Changbin chided as they hopped off the bike.
Jisung waved him off, shaking out his hair as he tucked their helmets away. “You worry too much, hyung, I’ll be fine.” At Changbin's withering look, Jisung pressed on. “ Trust me , honey. When have I ever let you down?”
“Do you want me to answer that honestly?”
“Oh, fuck off. Let’s get this over with.”
•
The gym, despite all Jisung’s whining, is pretty great.
Slight correction, the view at the gym is pretty great. Since Changbin takes his gym time very seriously, Jisung gets front row seats to the best show around.
From squats to bench presses to even jump rope, Jisung is enraptured with every movement. From a completely non horny point of view, Jisung respects his boyfriend for the discipline it takes to keep in shape the way he does, effortlessly running through exorcises like second-nature.
From a completely horny point of view, Jisung is only a man, and a weak one at that. There’s only so much ass-thigh-chest action his heart can take before his dick explodes.
Like now, for instance.
At some point during his set, Changbin determined that the best place for him to spot was Jisung’s lap. Which was fine. Totally.
“C’mon, baby, just five more,” Changbin encouraged. As he spoke, he shifted, thighs tensing on either side of his hips.
Oh god, Jisung was going to die. This stupid bar was going to fall on his chest, and he was going to die.
“Three,” Jisung grunted. Focus on the set. Focus on the set. Focus on the-
Changbin shifted again, arms crossing his chest. It pushed his pecs together, immediately drawing Jisung’s attention and forcing his arms to shake with something other than exhaustion. And if that wasn’t enough, Changbin pouted down at him. “Is that all you got?”
Oh god, he was going to fucking die.
“Four,” Jisung hissed. Then, “Five.”
On the final push upwards, Changbin helped to shelve the weight, lifting his hips as he did so. Jisung tracked the movement with his eyes, mouth dry and shorts barely covering his steadily growing situation.
It was truly a shame that Changbin forbade messing around in the gym, what Jisung would give to just bend him over some of this equipment.
Instead, they finish with a cooldown as per Changbin’s instruction. It gives Jisung enough time to settle back down, his head clearing with the object of his affections further away.
Their gym session ends after that without much fanfare, and the ride home is just as enjoyable as the one before. Jisung drops Changbin off at his apartment with a parting kiss, speeding off back to his dorms as an ache settles into his bones.
The ride to the dorms is uneventful, offset by the state of his dorm once Jisung kicks the door open, groaning as his muscles protest.
Felix and Hyunjin are lounging on Felix’s bed, hair mussed, completely relaxed.
The room still reeks of sex despite the open window, and Jisung rolls his eyes. “Had fun while I was away?”
“Lots,” Hyunjin pipes up.
“That was rhetorical asshole,” Jisung gripes, with no real heat in his voice. “Whatever, as long as it wasn’t on my bed this time.”
Felix has the decency to look sheepish, but Hyunjin clearly has no such shame as he shrugs.
“I see you got some fun in yourself,” he teases, eyebrows raised. “Good for you, man.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jisung turns to his roommate. “Felix, what the fuck is he talking about?”
“I've got zero idea, mate,” Felix laughs. Jisung will forgive Felix for not knowing. Felix is a good roommate, Hyunjin, however…
“I mean you clearly got some dick this morning! Good for you, dude,” Hyunjin pipes up again. For full effect, he throws a thumbs up in the air, as if that's the highest congratulations to be given for such a thing. It probably is, if you're Hwang Hyunjin.
Instead of acknowledging any of that, Jisung shares an odd look with Felix, whose confusion mirrors his.
“I'm going to pretend you didn’t say that,” Jisung said, slowly. “If you'll excuse me, I'm going to shower and then nap for three days because I can feel the soreness already.”
“See!” Hyunjin exclaims, sitting up with an accusing finger pointed in his direction. “I knew it! Just admit you got ploughed!”
“See you later, Felix,” Jisung hollers as he moves to the shower.
Silently, he prays that a stray meteor hits Hyunjin while he sleeps, maybe taking Seungmin out too if he's lucky.
After a warm shower, Jisung hits the bed and is out immediately, flashes of plush thighs and steady hands following him into his dreams.
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+1
Jisung has been on edge all day.
His morning classes were canceled the night before, which would've been nice had his professor not rescinded the cancellation an hour before class. Honestly, how was that even legal?
So, Jisung found himself sprinting across campus at seven in the morning (like a freshman) since this professor was the only one to ever actually take attendance.
If that wasn't bad enough, Changbin was off today, so the devil had taken his place at the cafe. Seungmin was as lovely as ever, and for once, Jisung found the other's insults genuinely grating. Plus, he actually had to pay since Seungmin claimed Jisung’s one drink was what paid his bills.
And if that wasn't enough, Jisung's laptop died mid-project on the one day he decided to actually use the library. Of course, nothing had been saved.
Typically, Jisung saves like a paranoid gamer, triple saving before doing anything. Stupidly, he had gotten too distracted by the music blaring from his headphones to notice the dying battery or remember to save his progress.
Right hand to God, he might be cursed.
After the Laptop Incident™, Jisung concludes that he is simply not meant to win today. It's over.
Trekking back to the dorm goes by quickly enough, the weight of failure the only thing slowing him down. Jisung makes it all the way to his room before he groans, debating if it's worth bashing his head into the wall.
On the doorknob is a bright pink sock, hastily strewn onto the door and undeniably mocking him.
Jisung wants to scream. He wants to tear off his shirt like that werewolf meme Chan is so obsessed with. Desperately, he wants to kick the door open and demand that they stop fucking so he can cry in peace goddammit.
Jisung does none of that. Instead, he takes a deep breath and turns around.
He's a good friend after all.
Pulling out his phone, Jisung texts his only saving grace, praying to whoever is listening to grant him this one thing.
Huffing, Jisung exits the dorm building, sitting on the curb and trying (read: failing) not to cry. Just as he sniffled, nose scrunching and eyes watery, his prayers were answered.
His phone pings with a notification, and with it, Jisung begins to see the sun behind the clouds. Maybe he should grovel like this more often.
Binnie 😜
Ofc baby come over whenever
Nothing more needs to be said, so Jisung picks himself up and heads for his bike.
•
The inside of Changbin’s apartment is as warm and inviting as always.
Jisung quietly removes his shoes as Changbin clangs around in the kitchen. He can already feel the stress easing just from being around the other man.
Still, despite the warm invitation of Changbin’s apartment, Jisung hangs back near the entrance, arms loosely holding himself as he bites his lip. It's not awkward per se, but Jisung is still feeling a little raw from the events of the day.
It isn't until Changbin’s questioning hum breaks the silence that Jisung realizes he's been spacing out.
The previously bare coffee table is now filled with snacks and an accompanying drink, all taken from Jisung’s favorite snack stash. The gesture is so nice that Jisung tears up, though this time it's from the swelling of warmth in his chest.
Changbin makes an understanding noise when he spots Jisung’s teary expression, settling down on the couch and patting his chest jokingly. “C'mere, Sung-ah, let hyung take care of you.”
Jisung doesn't need to be told twice. In the blink of an eye, Jisung is across the room, climbing into Changbin’s lap like he belongs there. His head tucks underneath Changbin's chin, the older's fingers coming to run idly through his hair.
A breath punches out of him as Jisung melts into the embrace, eyes fluttering shut as the world narrows down to the hands in his hair and the steady ba-dump of Changbin’s heartbeat.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Changbin asks softly. There's no pressure to speak, but Jisung knows Changbin is always willing to listen.
Sighing, Jisung frowns. “Just a bad day,” he mumbles, voice trembling. “It fucking sucked.”
A soft kiss is placed on the crown of Jisung’s head before Changbin speaks. “Ah, I see. I'm sorry, baby. What do you need?”
Shaking his head, Jisung presses his head impossibly closer. “Nothing, just you.”
Changbin hums again, a happy sound. “That I can do.”
They remain like that for a few moments, content with just holding each other, before Jisung starts getting antsy. He's calmed down significantly from the emotional roller-coaster he was on today, leaving all the frustration to dive into the deep end straight into hornyville.
“Hyung,” Jisung whines, lifting his head. “Give me a kiss.”
Changbin snorts, raising an eyebrow but conceding anyway. “So demanding, baby,” he huffs as he presses a short kiss to Jisung’s lips, entirely too innocent for what the younger has in mind.
Sue him, he was a little emotionally unstable and frustrated and his boyfriend was hot dammit. Sex wasn't usually an outlet for them like this, but all Jisung can think about right now is getting his hands all over Changbin as quickly as possible.
Whining, Jisung pushes back to tug at his boyfriend’s tank top, urging him for another kiss. “C’mon, hyung. Give me a real kiss.”
“That was a real kiss, ” Changbin teased, rolling his eyes. But just like before, he conceded to Jisung’s wishes almost immediately.
Their lips meet again, firmer this time, with Changbin dropping open his mouth to allow Jisung’s tongue to dip inside.
So easy, Jisung thinks fondly. Changbin was always just as eager for him as he was for Changbin, and seeing the evidence of that never ceased to thrill him.
Pressing Changbin further back into the couch, Jisung swallowed every low moan spilling from his boyfriend’s lips. Christ, he was always so loud.
Breaking the kiss, Jisung leaned back to admire his handiwork. Changbin’s lips were shiny with spit, eyes already glazing over as he panted from just a little heavy kissing.
Groaning at the sight, Jisung dove in for more, his hands coming to tangle in Changbin’s hair as the other's hands settled on his waist.
The warmth from Changbin’s hands made Jisung’s skin burn, the stirring in his gut growing more insistent. He was sure Changbin could feel his growing hardness, which only served to excite them both further.
He kissed every inch of skin available, making his way down Changbin’s jaw and to his neck, sucking a purpling bruise into the flesh before soothing it with a kiss. Changbin whined, hips twitching as Jisung continued his treatment all over his boyfriend’s neck. For some reason, Jisung felt that if he didn't mark every inch of Changbin’s body, he would die.
Satisfied with the blooming splotches of color Changbin now sported, Jisung returned his lips with a self-satisfied smirk stretching into the kiss.
“Hyung,” Jisung gasped between kisses, “I need you so bad. Please,” he whined, pawing at Changbin’s shirt before fumbling down to his sweatpants. “Please let me touch you.”
“You are touching me,” Changbin bit out breathily. If he was still able to mess around, Jisung clearly wasn’t doing his job.
Determined to fix that, Jisung palmed his boyfriend through the thin material of his sweats, delighting at the twitch of interest and the bitten-off moan.
“Fuck,” Jisung groaned. “I need to be inside you, like, yesterday.”
With a tilt of his head, Changbin arched a brow, smirking up at him. “Yeah? Well, what are you waiting for?”
Fuck that was sexy. Jisung can't even think of a snide comment to fire back with, too busy closing his eyes and trying not to bust a nut right there.
Instead of replying, Jisung jumped off of his boyfriend’s lap, pulling Changbin up behind him as he dragged them towards the bedroom.
They could barely keep their hands off of each other in the minute it took to reach the doorway, groping and grabbing and oh god Jisung was so hard he was going to explode.
Slamming Changbin against the back of the door, Jisung thankfully remembered to bring his hand up to cushion his boyfriend’s head. He wouldn't allow anything to ruin the mood, and a concussion would definitely bring the momentum down a few notches.
On instinct, Changbin spread his legs a little to accommodate Jisung’s thigh, eyes rolling back at the friction. Moaning, Changbin ground down harder, uncaring of how desperate he looked.
“As much as I'd love to see you ride my thigh, I think we need to save that for next time,” Jisung said shakily.
Changbin’s protesting whine very nearly made Jisung change his mind on the spot, but he held strong. “C'mon, honey, I promise I'll make you feel good.”
“Fuck- ah- okay,” Changbin agreed, using his arms to shove Jisung off of him lightly. The subtle display of strength went straight to Jisung’s dick, licking his lips as his boyfriend stumbled towards the bed.
Desperately, Jisung tore off his clothes as he moved, not bothering to see where they landed. Reaching the nightstand, Jisung fumbled for the bottle of lube he knew was in there as he watched, enraptured, as Changbin got undressed.
It wasn’t like Changbin had been completely covered before, but miles of skin being exposed to Jisung’s hungry eyes was the equivalent of a Victorian man seeing a woman's ankle for the first time.
Keening pathetically, Jisung crawled onto the bed, hovering over Changbin as his eyes raked his figure. Mesmerized, Jisung reached out to grab Changbin’s now exposed pecs, marveling at the give beneath his fingers.
“Best set of tits I've ever seen in my life, ” Jisung murmured. The praise sent a flush straight down Changbin’s neck as he whined, flaring out over his collarbones. Pink, pink, pink.
Jisung fucking loved the color pink.
“Just get on with it already,” Changbin urged, voice whiny with embarrassment. He lifted his hips to encourage his younger boyfriend, as if Jisung needed any encouragement.
“Okay, pretty,” Jisung promised, nosing his way down between Changbin’s thighs. If he were to suffocate between these thighs, Jisung would die a happy man.
Pressing a kiss to Changbin’s inner thigh, Jisung fumbled around for the lube before taking his boyfriend into his mouth, his one free hand holding down the other's hips.
Changbin’s echoing moan made Jisung hum around him, lashes fluttering as he took his boyfriend’s cock from root to tip, licking and sucking the best way he knew how.
It didn't take long for Changbin to become a writhing mess under Jisung’s ministrations, his hands tangled in the younger's hair and tears gracing his waterline.
“Off, off ,” Changbin panted, “I'm gonna-”
Pulling off with a wet pop , Jisung licked his lips, gaze heavy as he took in the state of the other man.
Changbin looked close to ruin. Pink-cheeked and sweaty, his chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to gulp down some air. A swell of pride shot through Jisung at the sight, he was the one to do that.
Jisung’s own cock twitched, reminding him that they had further business to attend to.
Remembering the lube, Jisung squeezes some into his hand before warming it between his fingers.
Anticipation coils in his gut, making Jisung feel strangely giddy. He brings one finger to Changbin’s rim, cooing when the ring of muscle gives in to his touch.
“Fucking finally,” Changbin breathed, squirming when Jisung works his way up to two fingers, then three.
Jisung is avoiding his prostate on purpose, skirting around it just to tease the other as he works his fingers inside. Changbin is deliciously warm, and the idea of that warmth wrapping around his dick has Jisung's mouth watering.
Eventually, both seem to get rather impatient.
Whimpering at the blissed out look on Changbin’s face, Jisung starts to beg. “Please let me fuck you, hyung,” he cries, fingers losing their rhythm and growing sloppy the more desperate Jisung gets. “I'll make you feel good, I promise.”
He's babbling now, too overwhelmed with desire, and Changbin blessedly takes pity on him.
“Alright, baby, go on,” Changbin slurs, “make hyung feel good.” He gasps when Jisung rips his fingers from his hole, clenching around nothing, mourning the loss of feeling so full.
Jisung hisses as he gripped himself, his neglected cock weeping at the attention. Sloppily, he spreads more lube across himself, uncaring of the mess it's making on the sheets.
Taking himself in hand, Jisung lines up, bending down to steal a kiss as he presses inside.
Throwing his head back, Changbin broke the kiss, a broken moan stuttering past his lips as Jisung bottomed out.
The world paused, both panting to catch their breath as they adjusted to the new sensation. Changbin’s tight heat was like a vice around his cock, Jisung’s vision whiting out to keep from blowing his load too early.
Shifting and dragging a moan from both of them, Changbin hiked up his hips, crossing his ankles behind Jisung’s slutty, slutty waist.
“ Move,” Changbin bit out.
Immediately, Jisung wasted no time building up a punishing rhythm, deep thrusts punching gasps from his boyfriend’s lips.
“Ah- more,” Changbin gasped, “faster, Jisungie- mmh, please.”
Not one to ever turn down a request, Jisung picked up the pace with sharp, speedy thrusts.
“I love how loud you get,” Jisung groaned as Changbin’s pitch rose higher, staccato moans filling the room, followed by breathy little “ ah ah ah”s .
Wildly, Jisung let his hands roam, groping Changbin’s hips before moving to his thighs.
Changbin practically squealed when Jisung pressed his thighs closer to his chest, the angle allowing Jisung to thrust in deeper, nailing his prostate head on.
With Changbin a sobbing mess below him, tits bouncing with every thrust, Jisung knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Taking his boyfriend in hand, Jisung matched his strokes with his thrusts, practically purring when Changbin’s thighs began to lock up, face tightening in pleasure and the tell-tale signs he was getting close.
“I'm so close,” Changbin whined, hips stuttering as he confirmed what Jisung already knew.
A few quick tugs and Changbin was spilling over himself, coating his stomach with a startling cry. Jisung fucked him through his orgasm, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure until it bordered on oversensitivity.
Pleased that he had made Changbin cum first, Jisung chased his own orgasm. His fingers would likely leave bruises, but neither he nor Changbin seemed to care. The coil in his gut grew taut, threatening to snap at any moment.
“Can I- please- inside?” Jisung babbled out, half out of his mind with pleasure. Nodding rapidly, Changbin agreed immediately.
“Yeah, yeah, inside. Fill me up, Sung-ah.”
That was all it took for Jisung to tip over the edge, his orgasm crashing into him like a roaring wave. Spilling deep into Changbin, Jisung shivered as he humped through the aftershocks, keening high in his throat.
Pulling out, Changbin winced before Jisung flopped down beside him.
“Absolutely not,” he chastised, making Jisung pout. “We're all gross, we can cuddle after.”
“But hyung-”
“Shower first.”
Jisung groaned, this time in a non-sexy way. “Ugh, whatever. You're so bossy.”
Incredulous, Changbin seemed to be genuinely debating shoving him off the bed, but Jisung was faster.
Springing up, Jisung held up two hands in mock surrender. “Okay, alright, you win. Let's get you clean, princess.”
As Changbin grumbled something under his breath, Jisung ran to run the water, post-nut clarity hitting crazy.
Maybe he wasn't so cursed after all.
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