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Yoohan woke up feeling sore and battered, face smushed against his pillow. He groaned inwardly, wondering how the hell did he keep passing out while having sex— really, he's supposed to be the younger one, so how come his stamina was shit compared to the horny madman, who's currently had a death grip on him, spooning him like Yoohan could ever run away from him even if he'd tried. He was tucked so close behind Yoohan his low breaths rustled the hair on the back of his head.
Yoohan shifted slightly to ease the strong arm braced around his waist, and immediately winced from the sharp pain lancing up his spine, and the unmistakable feeling of his ass being speared open.
What the fuck?
Did Jay just... stop fucking him mid-way and just went to sleep? Without the decency to actually pull out? Yoohan could smack him upside down the head and throw him out of the apartment right now. Instead, he painstakingly settled himself back into his earlier position, Jay's half-hard dick jostling inside him.
Now that any trace of sleepiness was gone, he was hyper-aware of every single thing; the fingerprints on his forearms and wrists, where Jay had kept a firm hold on him the way Yoohan liked it, and his insides, warm and slick, from the amount of cum the madman had shoved into him. He was so eager for it, plastering himself on Yoohan's back, cruel fingers tugging at his nipples and grinding their hips together, with not even an inch of space in between them.
I miss you, Jay murmured, it's been too long.
... Right. Jay was gone for two weeks before he returned home last night. He still insisted on continuing his work on his laptop, but Yoohan, exhausted and slightly annoyed at having to settle for the couch the entire time Jay had been away, dragged him to the bed so he could finally have some proper sleep. He'd taken it as an invitation like the beast he was, but it wasn't like Yoohan didn't dislike it either, even knowing that Jay was tired himself.
Look how that worked out for him. Yoohan berated himself for following through with it. He hadn't been this... desperate, before Jay. It wasn't about the sex too; Yoohan just liked seeing him on top, indulging in his primal desires, losing himself in the pleasure that only Yoohan was capable of giving to him. His heart clenched at the vivid memory from last night, of Jay's incessant dirty talk as he railed Yoohan into the next week, his face flushed an attractive red at the strength he exerted to keep Yoohan still under him... the occasional gazes he gave Yoohan, filled with awe and wonder, like he still couldn't believe Yoohan chose to stay with him.
And those dimples. Fuck, those dimples.
How could someone be so unfairly attractive? Jay wasn't even an actor, or a model. Whenever people gossiped about a rising actor with good looks, he'd look at them and think about how wrong they were when Jay walked every morning into the headquarters, his polite businessman act on full-swing. Was his shitty personality really enough to deter anyone from coming into close contact with him? Yoohan supposed it was partially true, considering the treatment Myung-shin had gotten when he'd approached Jay a long time ago, at the rooftop.
An uncomfortable feeling spread inside him, and he didn't mean it in the literal sense.
"What are you thinking about so deeply this early?" Yoohan jolted at the rough voice, pulled out of his mind.
"... It's none of your business." Yoohan answered weakly, now overcame with second-hand embarassment. He should have just pulled himself free and then go to the bathroom to clean himself up and spared himself of... whatever this was.
A soft chuckle, and a thumb caressing the jutting curve of his hip. "You only say that when you're thinking about me."
Yoohan was a shitty liar, so he kept silent. The thumb moved to where they're connected, rubbing against it. He curled into himself, trying to suppress the shivers wrecking his entire body. His flaccid cock was hardening up again, and so was the one lodged inside him. Jay stroked the bare skin of his body like he was a wild animal when he was the one deserving of the title, with him already rocking inside Yoohan and stretching him wide open.
He held Yoohan's shoulder and tried to press hin down into the mattress, but he resisted, grabbing onto Jay's wrist and giving a smallest shake of his head. He turned himself over to face Jay, grunting at the way his dick twisted as he did so.
"I want to do it like this." He said firmly, keeping one hand on Jay's bicep.
Jay blinked once at him, before flashing those sinful dimples at him. "Is that so? Did you miss me that much?"
In lieu of an answer, Yoohan tangled his legs together around Jay's hips, pulling him closer and punching a whine out of him when Jay obliged and thrusted himself in deeply. Yoohan felt the familiar prickling at the underside of his eyes, where they were puffy from the previous night, and unconsciously brushed his fingers against them. Jay took notice of this and leaned in to lap at them soothingly. His voice came out in a soft, deep rumble. "Are you going to cry for me again?"
Yoohan remembered the second night he'd cried his heart out, with his runny nose that Jay had wiped off before he passed out. He would drop dead before ever presenting himself in such a shameful state again. "... If I do that, they'd be... ah, swollen shut for the rest of the day."
"Can't have that." Jay grinned at him and rolled his hips just right. Yoohan's back arched at the pain-pleasure emanating through his body, baring his neck. "God, you're so pretty."
A flush creeped up the side of his face, and Yoohan let out a huff, though to no effect as Jay gave a few languid strokes to his abused prostate, making him writhe and squirm, messing up the sheets underneath him. "I... I'm not."
"You are." Jay insisted, licking up the length of his neck and sinking his teeth into soft skin. "Soft and pliant, all laid out in bed like this, clenching on me so damn tight... and don't even get me started on your tears. You know I get hard whenever I see you cry, right?"
Yoohan muffled a needy moan into the pillow as he felt an orgasm coming, watching Jay behind a blurry film of tears. A particularly rough thrust got him to spurt cum all over his stomach. Breathless from the onslaught, he tugged Jay close to him by his neck, his fingers caressing the twin dimples by his mouth, sweet and ever-present. They disappeared as soon as he did, so Yoohan frowned and started to pinch his cheeks, trying to make them appear again. Jay stared at him in blank confusion, and Yoohan would have laughed at his face in any other situation.
"Why aren't you smiling anymore?" Yoohan asked darkly.
"Yoohan, what are you—" Jay managed to talk, even between his smushed cheeks. Of course he could, the absolute psychopath he was.
"I'm not..." Yoohan bit his lips. "... the p-pretty one here."
Jay's eyes widened in surprise, before understanding dawned upon him and a dazzling smile spread across his face. His smirk was victorious, like he's won first prize in a lottery. Yoohan found himself entranced by them, no matter how much he'd seen it. He traced the slight indents they made on Jay's face, recognizing the feeling in the pit of his stomach as fondness, and distantly —
I'm the only one who can see this.
"Don't smile at anyone else." He added as an afterthought, clenching down tightly on Jay to prove his point. "Promise me."
Jay's smile was maddeningly soft, his eyes fond and affectionate. It made Yoohan more angry that he seemingly accepted this turn of events so happily, instead of teasing him. He curled a hand around Yoohan's backside and heaved him off the bed, dragging him into his lap while kissing his eyelids.
"It's all yours, baby." He whispered sweetly into Yoohan's ear, and heat simmered inside him. "I'm all yours."
Maybe it was because they were both still tired from their job and it was still early morning, or maybe it was the whole talk, but the sex they had was as tender as the kisses Jay left on him. He wasn't as rough as he normally was, taking his time to completely take Yoohan apart and edging him to another orgasm, before coming himself, grunting into his shoulder as he shot more cum into Yoohan.
Yoohan was barely awake by the time he was tucked back inside the blanket with Jay's comforting warmth settling beside him again, when a question popped into his mind. Somewhat delirious from his half-asleep daze and also from getting fucked within an inch of his life, it came out of his mouth, unbidden;
"Aren't you worried I'm gonna cry in front of anyone else?"
Jay brushed his bangs to the side, kissing his forehead. "No. I'll kill anyone who dares to."
And Yoohan— his heart racing faster at the casual admission, found he didn't hate that answer.