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“Sangwoo-ah!” Jaeyoung exclaims in surprise, gripping the doorframe he’s just entered. “You’re - you’re naked!”
Sangwoo meets his eyes, hands on his hips. “Why are you surprised, Hyung?” It is Sangwoo’s apartment, after all. He’s allowed to be completely naked, especially when he’s just showered and dried off and is standing, still flushed from the hot water, in the middle of his bedroom.
“I’m not required to put on clothing, Hyung,” Sangwoo says tersely. Not in his own home, where he makes the rules. He can even call Jaeyoung into his room while he’s still naked. Because it’s his room and he can do what he wants with his own body in his own damn bedroom.
“Well - no,” Jaeyoung says, “no, you aren’t, but - I thought - weren’t we going to…?” He gestures out to the living room, no doubt where Jaeyoung has cued up a movie for them to watch on his laptop. Sangwoo doesn’t generally watch movies without clothes on.
“I don’t want to anymore,” Sangwoo says curtly. He pulls Jaeyoung from the doorway and starts tugging off his clothes pointedly, almost angrily, throwing them down like they’ve personally offended him somehow.
“Okay!” Jaeyoung laughs breathlessly, “okay!” and his button-down, then his t-shirt, then his jeans, hit the floor, one after the other, followed by his underwear. Sangwoo pushes Jaeyoung onto his bed unceremoniously, and he bounces a little before sitting up, leaning back on his hands on the bedspread and grinning up at Sangwoo.
“I’m happy to see you too, Sangwoo-ah,” he says, still laughing, and Sangwoo feels the sound in his fingertips as he climbs into Jaeyoung’s lap. He kisses Jaeyoung passionately, as if saying hello after a time apart, and Jaeyoung draws back to look Sangwoo in the eyes.
“What’s this about, aein?” he asks, rubbing his back and thighs up and down. “What’s on your mind?”
Sangwoo grips his face with both hands and holds his gaze. “I want you inside me, Jang Jaeyoung,” he says, without a stammer or stutter, using Jaeyoung’s full name for emphasis. “I want your cock inside me,” he clarifies a moment later, and rejoices inwardly as Jaeyoung’s breath quickens and his eyes darken as his pupils dilate.
“Sangwoo,” he murmurs, fingers tightening around Sangwoo’s thighs, his hips, squeezing his ass, and Sangwoo moans at how much it turns him on, the thought of Jaeyoung inside him there. They’d only just discovered Sangwoo’s preference for penetration, and Jaeyoung had insisted on taking things slowly; but after spending three nights together this week begging and pleading and coming on Jaeyoung’s fingers instead of his cock, Sangwoo is desperate. He’s desperate for the sensations and the pleasure and feeling of intimacy that will come with Jaeyoung actually really fucking him, and he wants it almost more than he can bear to admit out loud.
“Please, Hyung,” he whines, winding his arms around Jaeyoung and nibbling at his neck. “Don’t you want me?” he asks, as cutely and pitifully as he can manage, sliding his lips up the side of Jaeyoung’s throat, where he feels the reverberation of Jaeyoung’s groan in response.
“Of course I do, aein,” Jaeyoung murmurs. “Of course I want you.” He sighs at Sangwoo’s kisses, which have traveled across his collarbones to the other side of his neck.
“I want you, too,” Sangwoo says, reaching Jaeyoung’s ear. “I want you to fuck me, Hyung. I dream about you fucking me -”
And then he yelps as Jaeyoung lifts him suddenly and throws him onto the bed behind them and crawls over him, caging him in and pressing his forehead against Sangwoo’s.
“Okay,” Jaeyoung breaths, “okay, baby, I’ll fuck you -”
“Yes, Hyung!” Sangwoo says - cheers, really - in utter delight, and he bites Jaeyoung’s shoulder in his excitement.
“-ow! Sangwoo!” Jaeyoung says, laughing and twisting away from the danger of Sangwoo’s teeth. “But you have to promise me you’ll tell me if anything is wrong -”
“Nothing will be wrong,” Sangwoo says, wriggling underneath Jaeyoung, “it will be amazing - oh - Hyung -” and he stops forming sentences because Jaeyoung has pinned him down with his hips so their cocks are trapped against each other’s stomachs, and Sangwoo bucks involuntarily at the sensation.
“If you need to stop for any reason,” Jaeyoung continues (with effort, through gritted teeth, because Sangwoo is still writhing and wriggling under him, and Jaeyoung is not immune to those particular charms, Sangwoo knows for a fact) “you have to tell me and we’ll stop. I won’t be angry or disappointed. Promise?”
“I promise, I promise,” Sangwoo says, “please, Hyung, get me ready?” and Jaeyoung is already producing lube and a condom from the bedside table and dropping them on the bed near them and then gathering Sangwoo up in his arms and kissing him.
Sangwoo takes a certain amount of pride in how smoothly prepping him goes, because, as he’s learned this past week, he’s basically anal penetration’s number-one fan, and can’t bring himself to feel any embarrassment about it whatsoever because it feels so fucking good. Jaeyoung goes down on him while he opens him up, and it’s only a few minutes before Sangwoo is taking two of his fingers and moaning and bucking into his mouth, trying to get more of every sensation currently being dealt him. “I’m ready,” he insists more than once, but Jaeyoung only scolds him and tells him to hold still and relax and goes back to sucking his cock and fucking him with his fingers until he can fit three inside of him and Sangwoo is a shaking, slippery mess.
“Hyung,” he pleads, “I don’t want to come yet, please, I want to come with you in me, please,” and then cries out in protest as Jaeyoung lifts away from him completely.
He doesn’t go far. After sliding on the condom, he lies on his back with his head on the pillows. “Come here, baby,” Jaeyoung says, reaching for Sangwoo. “I want you on top.”
Sangwoo slides over and crawls on top of Jaeyoung, straddling his waist. “Me on top?” he says, unsure; his legs are shaking a little in his arousal, and he looks down at Jaeyoung, long and lean underneath him, his hard cock laying flushed against his belly, god, he’s so beautiful…
“I’ll help you,” Jaeyoung says reassuringly, rubbing Sangwoo’s thighs comfortingly before gently moving him into position. “I want you to be able to control the pace.”
That makes sense. Sangwoo nods, looking down between them as Jaeyoung grips his own cock in his hand and slides it between Sangwoo’s ass cheeks and -
“Ohhh,” Sangwoo moans, his eyes fluttering a little, because it feels amazing, and suddenly he wants this so fucking much he not sure he’d be able to remember his own name at this very moment if someone asked. Bracing his hands against Jaeyoung’s chest, he feels grounded, like Jaeyoung is the tether holding him to this bed, in his room, on this Earth, else he would fly into the ether from the steady thrum of arousal and need vibrating through his nervous system. The brush of Jaeyoung’s cockhead against his opening is so real and there, and Sangwoo sighs at the sheer intimacy of it. The knowledge that he gets to hold a part of Jaeyoung’s body so private and personal inside the most vulnerable part of himself makes Sangwoo reel, his eyes fluttering shut against the sudden rise of emotion in his chest at how much he wants this, wants, wants.
Jaeyoung’s big hands are clutching his ass, spreading him wide, supporting but not controlling Sangwoo’s movements, and Sangwoo is able to sink down and rise back up as he needs to. He lowers himself slowly, and Jaeyoung uses one hand to fit the head of his cock into Sangwoo’s hole, and Sangwoo gasps, both with pleasure and surprise, looking down at Jaeyoung.
“Okay?” Jaeyoung asks, keeping still, his eyes locked on Sangwoo’s face.
Sangwoo nods. “Yes,” he says. “I’m okay.” He continues to lower himself, relaxing his opening, letting gravity and the lube do most of the work as he slowly, slowly engulfs Jaeyoung’s cock inside of him. It’s challenging, and at several points, uncomfortable, but he pauses and takes deep breaths and manages to slowly stretch himself around Jaeyoung’s impressive girth. Jaeyoung doesn’t speak, but Sangwoo can hear his labored breathing, can feel the tremble in his hands as he strokes Sangwoo’s thighs and hips and back, and Sangwoo thinks he might be having a religious awakening to the experience of being filled so completely, so intimately, in a way that obviously brings Jaeyoung just as much pleasure as it does him.
“Oh, Hyung,” Sangwoo sighs in relief as he finally, finally seats himself fully, his ass flush against Jaeyoung’s front, “it’s so good,” and it is. It’s the best he’s ever felt. It’s both psychological and physical, and that’s something he’ll have to think about later - a new state of mind he’ll need to unpack - but for now, he gives in to the pull of his body to move. He experiments with rocking his hips back and forth a little and moans at the immediate pleasurable sensations that emanate from his groin.
“Yes,” Jaeyoung says hoarsely, and it sounds like he’s clenching his teeth, “it is, aein, it feels so good - god, Sangwoo - slowly, baby -”
Sangwoo wants more sensation, more friction like when Jaeyoung fingers him, so he angles his hips and pulls up, letting Jaeyoung slide out of him until he can feel the head of his cock catch the rim of his opening. The motion makes Jaeyoung groan, and Sangwoo loves the expression on his face, like he’s suffering from the sheer pleasure of it. He drops back down slowly, pushing him back in, getting used to the size and the stretch and the feeling, and reveling in the sounds Jaeyoung makes underneath him.
“Feels so good, Hyung,” he breathes, repeating his movements, the long strokes of Jaeyoung’s cock inside him electrifying every nerve ending they touch. This is it. This is everything, and Sangwoo moans in pleasure, speeding up his movements, his fingers gripping Jaeyoung’s ribcage so he can move exactly the way he wants. “Oh, Hyung, it feels like you belong inside me like this,” Sangwoo moans, eyes closing against the pleasure as he rides.
He arches his back to sharpen the angle, maybe to find his prostate with Jaeyoung’s cock, but he’s stopped short by Jaeyoung’s hands gripping his hips tight. Sangwoo’s eyes fly open and lock on Jaeyoung’s face. His expression is desperate, almost tortured, and Sangwoo leans over him, putting his hands on either side of Jaeyoung’s head and easing the pressure he’s putting on him.
“Hyung?” he asks softly, leaning his forehead against Jaeyoung’s.
“Just a second,” Jaeyoung says. “Just - I need a second.” He’s taking deep breaths and squeezing his eyes shut.
Sangwoo presses small kisses to the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows. “Are you okay?” he asks, aware that in their current situation, it’s a little ironic that he’s asking after Jaeyoung’s well-being.
“I’m okay,” Jaeyoung breathes, taking one hand from Sangwoo’s hip and rubbing up and down his back. “I’m - trying not to come.”
He’s relaxing a little bit, his expression clearing, and Sangwoo hums, pressing kisses into his neck. He sits up slowly, righting himself, and takes Jaeyoung’s hands in his own, threading their fingers together. “Help me ride you,” he says, gripping Jaeyoung’s hands tight in order to steady himself as he lifts his hips again, slowly, seductively.
Jaeyoung groans. “Sangwoo,” he pleads in a broken voice, “You can’t just say things like that and expect me to - oh - fuck -” and he’s gripping Sangwoo’s hands tightly, keeping his elbows on the bed so Sangwoo can use the leverage to roll his hips, sliding Jaeyoung’s cock in and out of him. “Fuck, aein,” he moans. “Fuck.”
Sangwoo giggles, pleasure-drunk and in such a state of bliss that he can’t help it. “Yes, Hyung,” he gasps, “we’re fucking.” He leans in, putting his hands flat on Jaeyoung’s chest and looking him directly in the eyes. “I love fucking you, Hyung,” he whispers, never ceasing the movement of his hips, “your cock is inside me and I love it,” because after being a very active participant in lovemaking with Jang Jaeyoung for several months now, he knows exactly how to tease him, how to rile him, how to get him to react in ways that end with Sangwoo begging and pleading and screaming and not regretting a single thing.
This time is no exception, and Sangwoo yelps in surprise as he feels both of Jaeyoung’s knees come up behind him. It limits Sangwoo’s range of motion enough that he pauses in his movements, unsure of what Jaeyoung’s plan is, and then he learns as Jaeyoung clasps the back of his neck with one hand like he’s scruffing a cat, pulls him close, and flips them over so Jaeyoung is lying on top of Sangwoo, wedged between his legs. “Hyung!” he gasps as the movement presses Jaeyoung’s cock deeper, “oh - oh - Hyung -” and then he’s moaning and gasping as Jaeyoung spreads his thighs wide with his own and starts to slide in and out of him with long, firm strokes.
“You wanted me to fuck you, baby,” Jaeyoung growls in his ear, “isn’t that what you said? Is this what you wanted?” and he’s moving slowly, steadily, between Sangwoo’s spread legs, one hand pinning Sangwoo’s knee to the mattress, the other still gripping the back of his neck as he moves and moves and moves. Sangwoo is keening and writhing and clutching at his shoulders, trying to lift his hips, to get more of the pleasure, more of the overwhelming sensations threatening to burn him from the inside out, and Jaeyoung chooses that moment to kiss him, sliding his tongue into Sangwoo’s mouth and swallowing his moans, using teeth, sucking, licking, and it’s so wonderfully filthy that Sangwoo could die in this moment and it might be his last life.
His cock is so hard it’s leaking against his stomach, and Sangwoo reaches down to stroke himself, but Jaeyoung stops him. “Not yet,” he gasps, and then he tilts Sangwoo’s hips and changes the angle of his thrusts and Sangwoo is crying out, lit up from the inside, as Jaeyoung strokes his prostate.
Oh dear gods in the heavens. “Hyung,” Sangwoo cries, “right there, please, it feels good,” and then he nearly sobs in pleasure as Jaeyoung grants his every wish and aims his thrusts in that perfect spot and starts snapping his hips against him hard and fast and fucks him.
He can’t stop the hoarse, desperate moans he makes with every stroke of Jaeyoung’s cock any more than he can stop the orgasm from building at the base of his spine and tightening his pelvic muscles and thighs and abdomen, threatening to burst and spill over. “I’m going to come,” Sangwoo gasps, his hands flying up to clench around the pillow under his head, “Hyung, I’m going to come!”
“Should I touch you?” Jaeyoung asks, breathing hard in Sangwoo’s ear.
“No - just don’t stop -” Sangwoo pleads, and Jaeyoung holds onto him and fucks into him and then Sangwoo screaming and coming, thighs shaking and toes curling, the pleasure radiating from the place deep inside him where Jaeyoung is still sliding forcefully against him. His come splashes onto his chest as he grips Jaeyoung’s shoulders and moans, his back arching, one of his heels digging into the small of Jaeyoung’s back, desperate for the pleasure to keep going, to never end. Jaeyoung fucks him through it, drawing it out for as long as possible. As soon as Sangwoo’s body goes slack, Jaeyoung climaxes, gasping and cursing against Sangwoo’s neck as he empties himself into the condom, and Sangwoo’s toes curl again at the sensation of Jaeyoung’s cock pulsing inside of him and the sound of Jaeyoung moaning through his orgasm.
He pulls out and collapses on his side next to Sangwoo, both of them breathing heavily, Jaeyoung reaching down to pull off the condom. He flings it somewhere across the room, and Sangwoo doesn’t even care that he’ll have to go find it later to dispose of it. He sighs happily as Jaeyoung gathers him close, squeezing him, pressing kisses to his face and hair, mindless of the wet mess on Sangwoo’s front.
“You,” Jaeyoung says accusingly, affectionately, between kisses, “you, you did that on purpose. You -” he seems to run out of words and simply buries his head in Sangwoo’s neck.
Sangwoo giggles. “That was so good, Hyung.” He bites Jaeyoung’s shoulder, but not hard enough to hurt this time; he’s too sated to really put force into it. “Didn’t you like it?” It’s rhetorical, of course; Jaeyoung’s enjoyment would have been obvious from outer space, had some perverted alien peeping-toms been spying on them.
“Of course I liked it,” Jaeyoung groans. “Are you serious? That was incredible.” He lifts his head and looks at Sangwoo. “You’ll be sore tomorrow.”
“Mm,” Sangwoo says. He can’t bring himself to care. Right now he’s trying to muster up the energy to go get in the shower and clean himself off.
“When you complain, I’m going to remind you how loudly you screamed when you came,” Jaeyoung continues.
“Hyung!” Sangwoo shouts, and whacks him with a pillow.