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Jooheon and Changkyun are not friends.
Well, not exactly.
They are friends. But they're not just friends.
Their relationship is the kind of relationship where it's not quite a friendship, but not a situationship, and definitely not a romantic relationship. He and Changkyun walk that thin line between casually watching a movie with your best friend, and wanting to pause the movie, grab each other by the neck and learn what kind of noises they make when they're thoroughly kissed.
And the cherry on top?
"Dude, stop fantasizing about your roommate fucking you and focus on the damn project!" Minhyuk scolds Jooheon without even looking up from his laptop.
Jooheon glares at him. "As if you and Kihyun are any better," he mumbles and, of course, Minhyuk hears him.
"At least me and Kihyun are actually dating. Please, just grow a pair and ask him to fuck you, this is getting out of hand."
Jooheon chooses to ignore his friend to actually focus on this assignment – it's worth 30% of his grade, he is in no position to be fumbling with his grades now that he's one year away from his degree.
They don't talk again about Jooheon's infatuation with Changkyun, so the conversation stays minimal, only talking to each other when they need a second opinion on if they should include this or that article, and whether they should start with this theory or the other.
Jooheon is lucky enough to be studying in a university with a library that is open even during the nights, because they sure as hell wouldn't have made progress if they had to meet up at a cafe. Meeting at their dorms was out of the question, for the obvious reason that Kihyun would be clinging on his boyfriend's back, and Minhyuk would give up on the assignment not even an hour into it, and Jooheon's and Changkyun's cat walking all over their computers, demanding attention and pets, would have made it impossible to focus on the task at hand.
Minhyuk yawns at around 11 pm, stretching his arms over his head and lolling from side to side for a few seconds, before relaxing again. "I'm gonna go," he declares, Jooheon seeing the tabs closing on the reflection of Minhyuk's glasses. "You have access to the essay, so work as you please. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Send my regards to Kihyunie," Jooheon says softly around a smile, as Minhyuk walks away from the table and towards the entrance of the library.
Jooheon waits until Minhyuk has left, and finally slumps down. Without his companion, it's kind of hard for Jooheon to focus on the task at hand, and it's not long before he is pulling out his phone and turning it on, after having kept it turned off for the past almost 9 hours they've been studying.
Most of his family and friends know that he turns his phone off when he's studying, so they don't bother him with texts and messages, and they can always reach him through his friends if it's an emergency.
There's a text from Changkyun, around noon, asking him what he wants for dinner, followed by another one saying "nvm, i forgot you're studying" that makes Jooheon smile. He decides to step out of the building for a few minutes, give Changkyun a call. The air is cold outside as he steps out of the warmth of the building. Despite the significant warmth during the day, the night is significantly cold, and Jooheon wraps one arm around his other bicep to keep it warm as he waits for Changkyun to pick up.
He picks up on the third ring. "Honey-hyung?"
"Hey."
"What's going on? Did something happen?" Changkyun asks immediately, and Jooheon can hear the panic in his voice.
"No, no, everything is fine," Jooheon can't help the smile that reaches his lips, "I just saw your texts and thought I'd call, make sure you're okay. Did you eat?"
"Yeah, I ordered some dakgalbi, and I got you some tteokbokki."
"Ah, Changkyun-ah," Jooheon turns to look up at the night sky. "Thank you for always taking care of me."
Changkyun doesn't say anything back, but Jooheon knows him well enough to catch the stutter in Changkyun's breathing pattern, followed by a long breath, an attempt to regulate his breaths.
"When will you be back?" Changkyun asks after a few seconds, and Jooheon knows it's Changkyun's way of asking him to go back.
"I'll leave in a few. Wait for me? Or are you too tired?"
"Never for you, Honey-hyung. See you at home."
"See you at home, Changkyun-ah," Jooheon sighs around a smile, despite the line already having gone dead. He looks up at the night sky, where he can't really make out any stars from all the light pollution, but he knows enough constellations to imagine them as he makes his way inside to pack up and leave for the night as well.
The walk to the dorms is just long enough to torment Jooheon – he's walking on auto pilot, and his mind is running 100 mph, imagining all sorts of scenarios for when he opens the door to their dorm. He imagines Changkyun standing behind it, kissing him with hunger and pressing him against the wall, as if Jooheon is his lifeline; he imagines walking in to Patches rubbing up between his legs and meowing up at him adorably, while Changkyun is looking at the scene from the living room with a fond smile on his lips.
Anyways, he imagines things that can't happen, so he cuts his train of thoughts short, before he ends up ruining a perfectly good friendship over some bullshit feelings. It's fine, he's fine, he keeps thinking to himself as he takes the elevator up to the 3rd floor where their dorm is. The best thing about being on the third floor, in Jooheon's humble opinion, is the view of the hallway; the large floor to ceiling windows provide an excellent view of the city, one that only the people living on this floor can experience.
It's nice, having some extra benefits from getting good grades; he gets this amazing view, the benefit of being able to have a pet in the dorm, and, of course, Changkyun. Under any other circumstances he wouldn't have been able to choose a roommate, but the university doesn't care about those things, as long as you have good grades.
"I'm home!" he calls as he walks into their apartment of a dorm; it's not big enough to be considered an actual apartment, but it's big enough for two university students to live comfortably, and it's definitely bigger than the regular dorms.
Changkyun's head pokes out of the right wall, where the kitchen is, and he smiles at Jooheon. "I'm warming up the tteokbokki," he says, and only now that he mentions it, does Jooheon register the rich flavor of the dish.
"I'm gonna go shower and change first, but thank you, Changkyun-ah." Jooheon says, fond as always as his hand reaches the back of Changkyun's head to scratch it with his fingers. Changkyun leans into the touch, like always, then he pulls away after a second to go back to the food, and Jooheon takes that as his cue to leave.
He showers away the fatigue from his body, and by the time he makes it to the dining table, he's on the verge of sleep. He's swaying over his food, and Changkyun sighs as he walks to the table and takes a seat opposite of Jooheon.
"Come on, Honey-hyung, eat some food then you can sleep." Changkyun urges him softly. Jooheon can't really deny him anything.
He eats slowly, small bites that won't require him to open his mouth fully, and chewing even more slowly. Changkyun waits with him, talking to him, but Jooheon doesn't register many of the words; he knows that Changkyun will understand that.
He's halfway or so through the rice cakes when Jooheon can't lift his hand up anymore, and he knows that if he doesn't get up, he'll end up covered in sauce.
Worlessly, Changkyun takes the bowl and chopsticks away, rummaging through the kitchen a bit, before his hands wrap around Jooheon's waist and lift him up. "Come on, let's get your teeth brushed, then to bed. You need it." he says softly, almost too softly – Jooheon wonders if he dreamt it.
Changkyun carries him to the bathroom, blinding him in the process of turning on the fluorescent light. Jooheon whines, hiding his face in the crook of Changkyun's neck, away from the offensive source of light.
Changkyun chuckles. "I'm sorry. Come on, let's brush your teeth and get you to bed."
Jooheon is too tired to even comprehend the words, let alone follow the orders, so Changkyun ends up having to brush his teeth himself, as if Jooheon is a 5-year-old kid, incapable of taking care of themselves. He doesn't mind it though; it feels good to have someone take care of him sometimes, especially when that someone is a man named Im Changkyun.
Jooheon isn't sure how much time passes, but he ends up reaching his bed. He falls on it weightlessly, letting gravity pull him down, as he hugs his pillow tight against his body. Changkyun chuckles over him, before a blanket is thrown over him, and Jooheon decides that he definitely dreamt the kiss pressed on his forehead and the whispered "sweet dreams, Honey-hyung."
Their exams are here, and Jooheon, frankly, wants to drop out. He won't do it, obviously, he's invested way too much time and money into his education, and giving up when he's so close to graduating is a no-go, but hey, a guy can dream.
Changkyun is in no better condition, and the atmosphere in the apartment is charged with something close to desperation and fatigue and nervousness, to just be done with their exams and finally go on vacation with their friends. They've already booked their tickets, courtesy of Hyunwoo's father when Hyunwoo graduated med school with honors, on top of everything else. To say that everyone was proud would be an understatement.
Anyways, Jooheon can't start thinking about his vacation now, because if he doesn't stay in the exams headspace, he'll surely fail all of his classes. He focuses back on his book, the "Neuropsychological Evaluation" written in bold on top of the page looking anything but interesting right now. He looks down at his annotated notes, the bright blue highlighter glaring back at him, and his vision blurring at the view of so many words in one place.
He slamms the book shut and throws his head on top of it; he winces a bit, but that's what you get for throwing your head on a hardcover book.
There's a knock on his door a few seconds later, and the door opens. "You okay? I heard a thud," Changkyun says softly. Jooheon hears him stepping into the room, and he lifts his head up to look at Changkyun's concerned gaze. He meets it with a soft smile of his own, in hopes to ease Changkyun's worry.
"Yeah, just," he makes a figureless motion with his hand, "tired of studying." he finishes his sentence and sits back against his chair, head thrown back. Changkyun walks towards him, and he places his hands on top of Jooheon's shoulders from behind the chair.
"Want a massage?"
"Yes, please," Jooheon all but moans; it should be embarrassing, really, but he doesn't have it in him to care right now, not when Changkyun's fingers are slowly working on the muscles of his shoulders and neck. Changkyun moves his fingers upwards, from Jooheon's shoulders to his neck, then back down, and Jooheon practically melts in his chair.
The first mistake Jooheon makes is to close his eyes.
He lets them drop shut, for just a second, as Changkyun swiftly untangles the knots that have formed in Jooheon's neck muscles the past few days. His breathing evens out, and Jooheon is suddenly being touched everywhere; he feels Changkyun's hands on his neck, gripping at his thighs, circling his waist.
The second mistake: he moans.
Yeah, like, actually moans, strained as it is. His back arches just enough to feel Changkyun's thumbs digging deeper into his muscles, and then he's turning his head to the right, and Changkyun slows down.
"Does it feel good, Honey-hyung?" he whispers, his voice closer to his ear than Jooheon anticipated. He nods, unable to form words, but Changkyun isn't pleased. "Use your words."
"So good," Jooheon sighs, gasping when Changkyun digs his thumbs deeper into his shoulder blades. "Feels fucking amazing, Changkyun-ah."
And, suddenly, Changkyun's hands are off of him, and Jooheon is back to reality. "Well, I'm glad I helped you relax a little," he says as he cracks his knuckles and steps away from the chair. "Good luck with your studies, Honey-hyung."
See what Jooheon meant when he said that he and Changkyun are not just friends?
The Massage Incidence, as Jooheon has decided to name it and store it away in his little "Changkyun" box for all the restless nights when he has too much pent up energy inside his body, is just the tip of the iceberg.
He's scrolling through tiktok, too excited for their 6 am flight to be getting any meaningful sleep; he tried, don't get him wrong, but it's not everyday that you get to go to Miami on a paid vacation for two weeks, so you can't really blame him for this. He still has half an hour to go before he'll have to get up and start getting ready to leave, so he grabs the opportunity to melt in his bed, lets his body get suffocated by the sheets and pillows.
There's a knock on his door approximately 10 minutes later, and Jooheon looks at it bewildered; when did Changkyun wake up?
"Jooheon, you awake?"
"Come in, Changkyun-ah."
Changkyun walks in quietly, closing the door behind him on his way inside. He stands a bit at the door, hesitant in his movements.
"Did something happen? A nightmare?"
Jooheon knows that Changkyun gets those often enough to know how to deal with them. Changkyun shakes his head 'no', and he walks to the bed to sit down on the edge of it.
"Can we cuddle?"
Changkyun's voice is so quiet, Jooheon almost doesn't catch it. He doesn't answer verbally, but he scoots to the left edge of the bed to make room for him to lay down. Changkyun follows suit, laying down and turning around so he can properly hug Jooheon, bury his face in the crook of his neck. They move a bit on the bed, adjusting until they're both comfortable, with Changkyun laying on top of his entire torso, and Jooheon wrapping his legs around Changkyun's waist to keep him in place.
It's not the most comfortable position, but it works for now. They settle down, and Jooheon waits until he hears a sigh escape Changkyun, before he relaxes as well. His hands are in Changkyun's hair, stroking his scalp softly, reveling in the soft sighs that fall from his lips every time Jooheon strokes the nape of his neck.
It's a few minutes before Changkyun moves again, tightening his hold around Jooheon, burying his face deeper into his neck, and Jooheon stops his movements.
"Want to talk about it?"
A sob escapes Changkyun before he can shake his head no; he turns his head away from Jooheon, but he keeps him close, and lets Changkyun cry into his pajama shirt.
"I'm sorry," Changkyun finally says when his sobs have calmed down, and his breathing is somewhat under control. "I'm just.. I was so fucking overwhelmed with my exams, and I didn't know what-"
"Changkyun-ah," Jooheon interrupts him, lifting Changkyun's head up with his hands. He meets Changkyun's red eyes, puffy and still wet from the tears, and his heart breaks. "It's okay to feel like that sometimes. I'll always be here, okay?"
Changkyun nods his head, and Jooheon smiles softly down at him as he wipes the tears off of his face with the pads of his thumbs. They're close enough, Jooheon only now realizes that if he were to move forward, he would probably be able to press his lips against Changkyun's.
The urge is real, and so strong that Jooheon almost wants to do it. In the middle of the dark room, at the precipice of time between night and day, the line between friendship and that something more blurs; would they remember this come morning?
Changkyun's eyes fall to his lips, and Jooheon really thinks that this is it – they're about to cross that line where there would be no turning back after it.
His alarm rings, and the moment is broken; Changkyun looks to his left where the screen of Jooheon's phone has turned on, and the 4:00 on the top of the screen is glaring back at the two. Changkyun turns it off, and he doesn't dare to make another move.
"We should get ready," he says instead, and moves off of Jooheon with ease. Jooheon almost wants to whine, to tighten his legs around Changkyun and pull him down again, but he knows that he wouldn't have an excuse if he did that, so he nods his head once, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, and getting up as well. "Thanks for calming me down."
"Don't worry about it, Changkyun-ah."
And that's the last of it.
Jooheon sleeps for most of the flight, passed out as soon as he is in his seat and Hyungwon and Hyunwoo have settled into their seats next to his. He wakes up around 3 pm (korean time, he won't even bother wondering what time it is or in what time zone they're flying in), and spends the few hours left of the flight listening to music and reading his book.
He makes it through the first half of the book by the time the pilot announces that they'll be starting their descent, and Jooheon takes it upon himself to wake up Hyungwon and Hyunwoo, curled up together under a common blanket and sleeping soundly. He hears Changkyun waking up Kihyun and Minhyuk as well from the middle aisle of seats, followed by Kihyun's whiny voice asking Changkyun to sleep five more minutes.
Jooheon laughs; classic Kihyun.
He sleeps on the way to the hotel as well, content to just sit behind Changkyun and rest his head on the window for the drive there.
By the time they reach the hotel, the time is almost 5 am, and Jooheon can see the sky slowly getting lighter; it reminds him of the sky in Seoul, the same light blue color. He grabs his luggage and looks at Changkyun standing next to him.
"Should we be roommates here as well?" the latter asks with a smirk.
Jooheon smiles, shakes his head. "As if you'd let me share a room with anyone else."
"You're right, I wouldn't."
The receptionist is an old woman, though Jooheon has got to give it to her, she looks impeccable for her age. Changkyun does the talking for them, and he grabs the 3 cards for the 6 of them.
"Alright, except for me and Hyungwon, who do you want to share a room with?" Hyunwoo asks once they've left the front desk and are standing in front of the lounging area.
"Me and Jooheon are together," Changkyun says immediately, snatching a card before stepping back next to Jooheon and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
Kihyun looks at Minhyuk, and sighs. "He'll do, I guess."
"Fuck you mean, 'he'll do I guess'?!" Minhyuk yells, clearly offended. "Hey, come back here!" he yells after Kihyun, currently making his way to the elevator with his suitcase. Hyungwon and Hyunwoo follow behind them, and he and Changkyun are left alone in the lobby.
"What floor is our room?" Jooheon asks, looking at the card. Changkyun lifts it up to read it.
"6th floor, room 652."
"Ugh, sounds like a lot of walking." Jooheon groans as they walk towards the elevator.
"Want me to carry you?" Changkyun asks, a smirk on his face as they step into the elevator.
Jooheon doesn't answer and, of course, doesn't let Changkyun carry him to their room. There's not much sanity left in him, and a man going by the name of Im Changkyun will not be making him lose the rest of it.
Their vacation passes by in a blur; amidst spending their days from sunrise to sundown at the beach, to getting to eat anything and everything they want, and spending their nights clubbing until Hyunwoo and Hyungwon have to, quite literally, pull them out of the club and towards their hotel, the two-week vacation of the 6 men slowly wraps itself up.
The first alarm Jooheon hears, he is absolutely sure is not his. It's followed by a groan, as Changkyun comes to. Jooheon is turned towards his bed, so he sees, through half-opened eyes, the way Changkyun stretches atop his bed, before grabbing his phone and turning off the alarm.
"What time is it?" he asks, trying to fully open his eyes, and ultimately failing.
"Early," then, as an afterthought, "get some more sleep, I'll wake you up."
And Jooheon is already asleep, before he can hear the end of the sentence.
The second alarm he hears is definitely his; he slams his hand on his phone, trying to suffocate it between the sheets to drown the obnoxious sound telling him to get out of bed. It's significantly lighter behind his eyelids, compared to when Changkyun woke up, and he opens his eyes to a light blue sky.
He raises from his bed, looks around while scratching his head. "Changkyun-ah?"
No answer. He probably went for breakfast, Jooheon reasons with himself, and he heads for the bathroom to freshen up and prepare for their flight back. He opens the door as he goes for the light switch-
"Oh shit!" Jooheon gasps, slamming the door shut and walking away from it.
"Give me a minute, please!" Changkyun shouts from inside the bathroom, not that Jooheon can hear anything other than blood rushing in his ears, and his own thoughts screaming at him that he just saw Changkyun naked.
It would have been fine, if Changkyun had at least a towel wrapped around himself, but no, he had to be walking around without a single piece of clothing on him, as if he doesn't care about Jooheon's mental health! And here's the thing; why did Jooheon have to look down? And an even better question to follow up the first one; why is Changkyun's cock so damn big?!
"Sorry, I didn't think you'd wake up before I was done, that's why I didn't lock the door," Changkyun apologizes with a sheepish smile as he walks out of the bathroom, dressed this time. "I owe you a meal once we're back home."
"You're good, Changkyun-ah," Jooheon smiles up at him as he walks to the bathroom to take this dreaded shower. "Don't even worry about it."
Final year in uni is.. a pain in the ass, to say the least. Jooheon, between discussing with his teachers about his thesis, going to one internship interview after the other, and all that while still trying to maintain a social and academic life, is, quite frankly, on the verge of breaking down.
His friends aren't looking any better, but he knows that things are getting especially hard, when they step in.
"Dude, you need a break," Kihyun says after the group is done with their dancing routine. "Seriously, I'm getting worried about you."
Hyungwon looks up from his phone, nods his head along with an agreeing hum, then focuses back on the device; that's as good of an answer as Jooheon will get from him. Minhyuk grabs this chance to butt into the conversation.
"Just so you know, Hyunwoo-hyung is looking much better than you, so that probably says something." Minhyuk says, going for a nonchalant vibe, but Jooheon still sees the worry in his face.
"Hyunwoo-hyung has already graduated, stop pestering me," Jooheon dismisses them. "By the way, weren't you guys supposed to meet up with your older brother after this?" he asks Kihyun.
At that, Kihyun gasps, "Oh my God, I have to call him, mom is going to kill me if we leave her favorite son hanging!"
"I should head home as well, I kinda stink," Jooheon says defeatedly, grabbing his bag from the floor.
"Yeah, you really should." Minhyuk says, wrinkling his nose in the process. Jooheon flips him off, laughing, then they're walking out the door. Jooheon waves at the couple as they walk towards the opposite direction of his dorm, and he starts walking home.
He walks slowly, the fatigue of dancing for a few hours catching up to him. He tries to walk faster, in hopes of escaping the cold before he can damage his back muscles, but he already feels the faint pain radiating from his back and all the way down his leg. By the time he's at the dorms, he can barely walk, and he almost has to fight the urge to cry every time he takes a step towards their dorm room.
He sighs in relief when he reaches the door and opens it, immediately getting greeted by Patches purring and rubbing her body between his legs. Jooheon smiles down at her, and as he bends down to pet her, he realizes his mistake.
"Honey? What are you doing half-bent in front of the door?" Changkyun asks as he walks into the small hall. Despite the concerned tone, Jooheon can still hear the amusement in his roommate's voice, but he lets it go for now.
"Strained my back muscles," he says, and only now realizes that he sounds breathless. "Come on, help me up. I need a shower."
Changkyun laughs, but helps Jooheon as instructed, and helps him walk to the bathroom, all while clutching his waist in a way that Jooheon tries not to let get in his head. He's just being a considerate friend and he doesn't want Jooheon to put any more pressure on his lower back.
That's all it can be.
That's all it is.
"Want me to help you shower?"
Anyways, scratch his previous words.
He looks at Changkyun, looking at him with that same damned look, that same emotion in his eyes, that Jooheon is sure is reflecting in his own ones as well. For a moment, he considers it; pull Changkyun into the shower with him and just do what he's been wanting to do for the past 3 years.
"I think I can manage," he finds himself saying, against his will. "I could use a massage when I'm done, though. If you're up for it."
Changkyun nods, smiles, "Call for me when you're done."
"Of course."
In hindsight, this was a mistake or maybe not.
"Changkyun-ah!" he calls Changkyun as soon as he's comfortable on his bed, laying on his stomach. He kept the towel on, because what would be the purpose of wearing clothes if he'd have to take them off anyway? This almost feels like a very bad plot from a porn video, if he thinks about it, so Jooheon simply doesn't.
Changkyun walks into his room, a bottle of massaging oil in his hand, and he sets it on top of the night stand. "Ready?"
"Just.. be gentle."
Changkyun hums in response, and the next second he is straddling Jooheon's thighs and popping open the bottle of oil. Jooheon closes his eyes, waits until Changkyun has warmed up the liquid between his palms, before he slowly places his hands on his waist. Jooheon gasps at the coldness of the oil, the sound barely audible to his own ears, but Changkyun hears it, somehow, and apologizes immediately.
"It's okay," Jooheon sighs, as the oil immediately warms up between his back and Changkyun's hands. The latter starts slowly, just stroking Jooheon's lower back and spreading the oil upwards, then downwards; it's relaxing, and Jooheon practically melts in his bed, his arms going lax under his pillow as Changkyun slowly starts adding pressure.
Jooheon closes his eyes, his mouth falling open against better judgment, and he lets the sighs leave him as the pain slowly dissipates. It feels good; so good, to the point where he has forgotten all about his pain, and his mind is wandering to forbidden territory. He imagines what Changkyun looks like behind him – if he's just as affected by this massage as Jooheon; he imagines what Changkyun's hand would feel like on his thighs, on his hips, spreading him op-
"Honey?" Changkyun's voice brings him back to the present. "Are you okay? You're breathing heavily, should I go slower?"
"No, just.." Just what? 'Sorry, I was thinking about you fucking me and got worked up, please continue massaging my lower back as I fantasize about you.' "Sorry, please continue."
"Jooheon, answer my question," Changkyun starts massaging him again, though there's something in his movements now that has Jooheon's imagination running. "Were you thinking about me fucking you?"
Jooheon tenses, against his better judgment, and there's no way Changkyun didn't feel it, not with the way his hands are purposely positioned in such a way to feel even the smallest of movements. He huffs from above Jooheon, and Jooheon feels like he's about to lose his mind – and his best friend in the process.
"Answer my question, Honey. I wanna hear you say it."
Jooheon forces down the fear, and in a barely audible voice, "Yes."
"Yes what, Honey?"
"I was thinking about you fucking me."
Changkyun's hands stop on top of his back, and it's suddenly so quiet, Jooheon feels the tears rushing in his eyes against his will.
"Can I turn you around?"
Jooheon, too lost for words, simply nods his head. Changkyun is gentle, as always, guiding him until Jooheon is laying on his back and is looking up at him; it's too much, laying half naked in his bed, with Changkyun sitting on his thighs and looking down at him with a feeling so intense, Jooheon feels drunk on it.
"You're so beautiful." Changkyun whispers, his thumb stroking Jooheon's cheek softly. "It's so unfair I get to touch you like this," he whispers, and it breaks Jooheon. He releases his hold on the sheets, and reaches up to grab Changkyun by the neck and pull him down, close enough for their noses to touch.
"Please, Changkyun," he whispers in the space between them, his eyes closed, because he knows that if he opens them now, he'll surely lose it. He doesn't even know what he's begging for, but Changkyun must do, because in the next second he is pushing his lips against Jooheon's, and oxygen has never felt more overrated than at this moment.
Changkyun's hands are on his hips, grabbing him hard enough that Jooheon knows there'll be handprints there come morning. The thought doesn't stop him from going against Changkyun's sheer strength, pushing his hips up to grind against Changkyun's cock, his towel doing nothing to cover his erection, and only making him even harder as the rough material grazes against his dick.
"Fuck," Changkyun breaks the kiss to mutter the curse between their lips, "don't do this to me, baby."
Jooheon, against all logic, grinds up again, only to regret his movement and whine in pain when his back muscles strain. He falls on the bed with a sob, and Changkyun is immediately sitting up, stroking his hands up and down Jooheon's sides.
"Fuck, this hurts so bad," he gasps after calming down, looking up at Changkyun with a dazed look. "Give me a second."
"Jooheon, we don't have to do this. You're hurt, you should be resting. Fuck, I shouldn't have done this, you're in pain and it's all my fau-"
"Changkyun!" Jooheon stops Changkyun's spiral before the younger starts overthinking this entire situation. "It's not your fault, okay? I want this as much as you do."
"I know, but you're in pain, I don't want you to get hurt any more, and especially not because of me."
"Changkyun, I'm gonna say this once, so listen carefully, okay?" Jooheon pulls him down, aggressively so, but he doesn't have any more patience in him at this point. "If I don't get the air punched straight out of my lungs every time you thrust into me tonight, I may just end up going insane," then, as an afterthought, "please."
Okay, he may have been a bit dramatic, but hey, he's in pain, tired, sexually frustrated, and he just wants to get his brains fucked out to the point where he won't have a single thought inside his head. Is that too much to ask?
Changkyun looks at him, and just when Jooheon thinks he might get rejected, he speaks. "You and that fucking filthy mouth of yours will be the death of me." Changkyun grumbles, diving down for a kiss, hungry and full of spit, that doesn't last more than a few seconds, before he is pulling back and lowering his lips to the base of Jooheon's neck. "How do you want to do this?" he asks Jooheon, tentative as always.
"On my knees."
Changkyun audibly curses at that; Jooheon is sure that he's never heard something quite as sexy as Changkyun's voice, especially when he curses in English. He leaves another hickey next to Jooheon's collarbone, the only one that can be easily covered, and then he's moving lower, down his torso and stomach.
Jooheon can't bear to look down, or he's sure he'll end up crying, so he throws his head back, covers his eyes with his forearm, and gasps loudly enough for it to be embarrassing, when Changkyun licks up the precum on the tip of his dick, before going down on him. Jooheon is dizzy on the feeling; he gasps, and whines, and tries to move away from the pleasure, but Changkyun is holding his hips down firmly, and Jooheon can only moan at this point.
When Changkyun pulls away, when Jooheon is so close to reaching his orgasm, he almost wants to cry; almost. "Honey, look at me." Changkyun begs, softly, and Jooheon is a weak, weak man. He removes his forearm from his eyes, and throws his head back on a loud moan when Changkyun goes back to sucking him off. Jooheon looks down, and the picture is straight up pornographic.
"Fuck, Changkyun," he moans, voice low and hand moving to thread his fingers on the back of Changkyun's head to tether himself to reality; it's more of an ego boost for Changkyun, rather than anything else.
Changkyun starts going deeper, to the point where he's deep-throating Jooheon. The latter is gasping at this point, squirming in his place as he tries to chase his orgasm, while simultaneously not wanting for this blowjob to end.
"Let go for me, baby." Changkyun whispers as he pulls off of Jooheon's dick, and he loses it. Changkyun kisses him through it, lets Jooheon pull him so impossibly close, he can feel Changkyun's heartbeat in his own chest. He doesn't even realize that he's crying until he has to pull back for air, and Changkyun wipes the tears off of his cheeks.
"Are you okay?"
Jooheon only nods, still trying to come down from the high to be offering much more of an answer. Changkyun still holds him through it, pressing soft kisses on his face and neck until Jooheon feels like he has some semblance of clarity in his head. Changkyun notices, and with a final kiss on the mouth, he pulls back.
"I'm gonna turn you around, tell me if it hurts."
"You know, I'm not made of porcelain," Jooheon smirks, "you can be a little rough. I won't break."
"Baby, keep those words for when your back will actually be able to bend upwards."
"Fuck, I love it when you call me baby."
"Hmm, is that so?" Changkyun leans over his back to the point where his cock is almost breaching Jooheon open, and he whispers in his ear. "Baby?"
Fuck, it shouldn't feel so good. Should it feel so good? Jooheon's not sure, and he's in no position to be considering this when Changkyun is pouring the massaging oil over his hole and pressing one finger in slowly. Jooheon shudders, hands moving under his pillow so he can support his head and leaving his back arched. Against all logic, the pain in his lower back subsides, and Jooheon is left gasping from getting fingered open, rather than from pain.
Changkyun is pressing kisses down his back, muttering things along his skin that Jooheon doesn't have the brain capacity to comprehend. Changkyun adds in a second finger, and Jooheon keens to the feeling, turning his head to bury it in the pillow, to try and muffle his desperate noises.
Changkyun, apparently, isn't a fan of that. "Head to the side baby, I wanna hear you screaming my name tonight."
Jooheon gasps at the words as he turns his head to the side, just in time for Changkyun to slip in a third finger. He doesn't even bother, trying to keep his voice down at this point, at least not when Changkyun rubs against his prostate every single time he thrusts his fingers inside of him.
"Changkyun," Jooheon gasps, eyes rolling back as he moans again when Changkyun curls his fingers against his prostate. "Fuck, please."
"Please what, baby?"
"Fuck me."
"There we go, good boy."
Something in Jooheon's brain snaps into place at the two words, because he moans so loud, he is sure that their neighbors definitely heard him.
Changkyun huffs a laugh, "You liked that baby?"
Jooheon, too lost in the pleasure to even form a comprehensive word, opts to not his head, arching his back even more, to the point where the strain on his lower back hurts, but he can't really bring himself to relax.
"Easy, baby," Changkyun whispers as he removes his fingers from Jooheon, causing him to whine. "Relax, or that massage would've been for nothing."
Jooheon relaxes at the order, letting Changkyun's hands support his hips. The tip of his cock brushes against his entrance, and Jooheon feels the last of his sanity leaving his body as he moves back, to try and get Changkyun inside of him. He hears Changkyun huff a laugh, and he finally, finally, pushes into Jooheon, inch by inch.
Jooheon loses it, sounds that even he himself didn't know he was capable of making, falling from his lips; his fingers tighten in the pillow and the overwhelming thought that all their neighbors know exactly what they're doing is strong on the front of his mind.
Changkyun bottoms out, and Jooheon feels so good that he's gasping for air, moaning and whining at the exhales. He begs Changkyun to move, to fuck him rough, to just do literally anything to relieve the pressure slowly building up in his abdomen.
"Whiny little baby," Changkyun chuckles meanly, but then he's starting to move inside Jooheon, quickly setting a pace that punches the air out of his lungs. Jooheon at this point is too far gone to care for much other than reaching his orgasm; he's loud, he can hear his high-pitched moans loud and clear in his ears, the way he begs Changkyun for "more, more, harder."
Changkyun keeps up the pace, relentless in the way his hands move up his back, and down to his nipples, twisting them and sending Jooheon into a frenzy from the pleasure. Changkyun is fully pressing Jooheon down on the bed now, his chest hot against Jooheon's equally heated back, and Jooheon can't do much other than scream Changkyun's name, or a variation of it, until he feels lightheaded, and small black spots are floating in his vision.
Changkyun grabs his dick, and Jooheon keens at the touch. Changkyun starts jerking him off, in sink with his thrusts, sending Jooheon so close to the edge, he can feel his orgasm at the precipice of the edge, and he so desperately reaches for it, that he physically cries when Changkyun's hand moves away.
"You want to cum, Honey-hyung?" he asks in Jooheon's ear, voice low, and sultry, and so, so, so fucking sexy.
"Yes- yes, I wanna- want- yes," Jooheon babbles, too fucked out for his brain to be forming any coherent sentences.
"What are you waiting for, then? Cum for me, hyung."
Jooheon doesn't know what comes over him, but one moment he is sure he can't possibly cum untouched, and the next moment his brain fills with static, and he is jumping over the edge. Changkyun fucks him through it, not stopping even when oversensitivity is starting to make every single nerve ending in his body tingle.
Changkyun stops right as Jooheon feels his next orgasm approaching; the older boy almost whines when he feels Changkyun pulling out, but then the latter is pressing him on his back, knees apart, and he slides back in in a single smooth thrust. Jooheon's mouth opens around a silent moan, eyes only half-open, but this view of Changkyun, disheveled and gasping "Honey" and "Hyung" and " fucking hell " is one that Jooheon knows he'll never forget.
He wraps his knees around Changkyun's waist, his hand on the nape of his neck, pulling him closer until they're kissing – if that can be considered a kiss. It's just a press of open mouths, shared breaths and saliva, but it's hot, and it's bringing Jooheon close to his orgasm again. This time Changkyun doesn't seem to stop; instead, his thrusts turn erratic, losing their rhythm as he wraps his hand around Jooheon's dick, jerking him off frantically.
"Come on, Honey, one more," he gasps, and who is Jooheon to deny Changkyun anything?
His third orgasm is by far the most intense of all; Jooheon's body spasms, broken gasps and silent moans falling from his lips. He keeps his eyes open, against all odds, looking at Changkyun's face as the younger loses himself in the pleasure, eyes screwing shut and stuttering moans and gasps as he reaches his orgasm. The view does something to Jooheon's brain, because the next second he is pulling Changkyun down, kissing him as if there is no tomorrow.
Changkyun kisses him back, just as passionately, gasping into the kiss until he fully stops inside Jooheon. They break the kiss after a few seconds, still very much spent and gasping for air, but Jooheon doesn't take his hand from Changkyun's neck, and Changkyun doesn't make a move to leave either.
"Are you okay?" Changkyun asks once his breathing is back under control.
"Yeah."
"Okay, I'm gonna pull out, take a few deep breaths for me."
Jooheon, despite the deep breaths, can't stop the hiss of pain as Changkyun's cock slips out of him. The younger discards the condom quickly, then he's back on the bed, laying next to Jooheon with a smile.
"We need to go shower," Changkyun says, not making a move to follow through with his words.
"Yeah, well, unless you're up to carry me to the bathroom and back, I don't think I'll be washing up any time soon."
"Are you saying this because you want to see me flexing my muscles?"
Jooheon rolls his eyes, as best as he can, seeing how he's on the verge of sleep. "Well, if you don't plan on showering tonight, just shut up and cuddle me, I need sleep."
"No, come on," Changkyun says, to Jooheon's dismay. "We can sleep all we want once we're cleaned up."
"Alright, but you're carrying me."
"Of course, Honey."