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Chenle might not say it outright, but he finds Jisung cute.
He finds him cute when he’s randomly talkative but also when he’s quiet and reserved, cute when he plays games all night and when he sleeps all day. Cute when he’s excited—even cute when he’s annoyed. Chenle finds Jisung cute at most times and in most things he does, so it shouldn’t surprise him that he finds Jisung cute even like this.
Cute—with two fingers in Chenle’s ass.
“Is this okay?” he asks Chenle for the third time. His eyes are wide and attentive, and he seems to be rapidly flipping between worry and arousal.
It’s cute that he’s so eager to please Chenle that it’s making him nervous despite all the reassurance Chenle has given him. And it's cute how badly, how obviously, he wants this.
Chenle responds patiently, voice breathy. “It’s—ah—It’s more than okay, Jisungie.”
He doesn’t miss the way Jisung swallows hard nor the way his thighs twitch and press together. Cute.
This is only their second time going all the way. It’s only been about a month since they started doing… what they’re doing, and finding the time and the privacy to have sex when they’re sickeningly busy and surrounded by the others most days isn’t easy.
The fact that they even found time tonight is a miracle, and Chenle doesn’t take it for granted. He’s made sure to thoroughly enjoy every second they’ve been alone, from the moment he pressed Jisung against the door to shut it to this moment now, with Jisung curling his fingers and nudging at Chenle’s prostate.
“You’re—You’re doing great,” Chenle says when he’s composed enough to get words out, then clamps down on his lip to stifle a moan. He means it. Jisung is pretty damn good with his fingers—especially for someone who was a virgin up until maybe ten days ago. Chenle can’t help but let his imagination run wild with that knowledge. “You do this to yourself a lot?”
Jisung makes a choked noise and ducks his head, clearly embarrassed by the question, and Chenle takes that as a loud yes.
“You can add another,” he grits out a few seconds later. He grinds down on Jisung’s long fingers, eyes fluttering shut, and lets out a shaky breath when Jisung starts to slide in a third alongside the first two. “Good boy.”
He opens his eyes just in time to catch Jisung’s throat rippling with another swallow, lower lip between his teeth. His eyes are glassy with desire and blinking rapidly, and Chenle doesn’t think he even realizes that the fingers of his free hand are digging into Chenle’s thigh.
It’s only been about a month, sure, but it hardly took Chenle any time at all to learn how to get Jisung like this.
“You’re so, so good,” he continues, just to watch the way Jisung sharply inhales. “So perfect for me,” he adds, to see how Jisung’s cock strains against his boxers more visibly with every word.
In response to all of the praise, Jisung tries even harder to please, shifting their bodies closer and paying more attention to Chenle’s every move as he stretches him open with his fingers. It’s only a matter of seconds before he’s finding Chenle’s prostate again, and Chenle is tossing his head to the side with a high, airy moan before he can move to stifle it.
“Fuck,” Jisung says softly. His voice is a little raspy, probably either due to how quiet he’s been or how turned on he is, or maybe both.
“Feels good, Jisungie,” Chenle mumbles, back arching slightly off the bed. He turns his head back to face Jisung, whose chest is rising and falling even faster than it was last time Chenle took note of it, and curls his fingers in the sheets, biting his lip to stop any other embarrassing noises from leaving his mouth.
“You look really…” Jisung speaks slowly, pausing to swallow. He squeezes Chenle’s thigh as if he’s trying to keep himself grounded to reality. “...really good like this.”
Chenle knows that much himself, but he still feels his cheeks heat up at the mumbled compliment. He feels good like this, which is why he insisted on Jisung fucking him again tonight. He can’t pretend he hasn’t been dying to try things the other way—try fucking Jisung, who’s always so obedient for him—but their first time together was so amazing for so many reasons, Chenle couldn’t help but beg for another chance to feel Jisung inside of him.
I—I should be the one begging! Jisung had spluttered, face bright red, before pressing Chenle into the bed with the force of their next kiss.
Too cute, Chenle had thought. He had plenty of plans to make Jisung beg for him, but that was to come later.
Later as in… Well, it’s almost time now.
“I’m ready,” Chenle whispers, reaching out to wrap his fingers around Jisung’s wrist. Jisung listens well, withdrawing his fingers carefully. “Want you to fuck me just like this. Do you think you can do that for me?”
Jisung nods so rapidly it makes Chenle dizzy just watching. “Anything you want,” Jisung says—so fucking cute—and sheds his boxers.
“That’s my good boy,” Chenle praises warmly, spreading his thighs. He waits for Jisung to finish shyly slicking himself up with lube and then reaches up and loops his arms around Jisung’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss.
Jisung nearly collapses on top of him, but he steadies himself on an elbow, kissing Chenle back with a desperation that practically vibrates out of him.
“Fuck, Jisungie,” Chenle moans as Jisung licks into his mouth. He doesn’t usually get so turned on from kissing alone—seriously, Jisung isn’t even inside him yet—but Jisung kisses with so much blatant want, it’s hard to stay collected. “Fuck, you’re so cute.”
...Oops.
“I’m not—I’m not cute!” Jisung sounds scandalized, pulling back to narrow his eyes, and Chenle can’t help but laugh and tug Jisung back for another kiss. He meant to keep it to himself, how adorable he finds Jisung even in the most heated moments, but it was impossible to keep it in.
“Didn’t mean to say that out loud,” he says apologetically.
“Well, don’t say it in your head, either,” Jisung huffs, cheeks pink.
Jisung doesn’t understand that his faux anger—undoubtedly a cover for his shyness—only makes him appear even cuter to Chenle. Chenle doesn’t say anything about it, though, just kisses Jisung hard to distract him.
“Need you inside me,” he whispers into Jisung’s mouth. “Please.” This is probably the last please that will leave Chenle’s mouth for a while, so he puts everything he has into it.
It works beautifully. Jisung whimpers, a shudder passing through his body, and then immediately shifts into position so he can press himself inside of Chenle.
“There we go,” Chenle whispers, taking a deep breath as Jisung slides in. “Just like that.”
Jisung buries his face into Chenle’s neck, a moan vibrating against Chenle’s skin, and Chenle can’t help but think that god, he can’t wait to hear what kind of noises Jisung will make the day Chenle fucks him for the first time.
Today isn’t that day, though, and Jisung’s cock already feels amazing inside him, so Chenle will lie back and let himself enjoy letting Jisung take him for the second time. He won’t even flip them over and ride Jisung until he’s in tears like he did last time. No, he’s really letting Jisung get a feel for things tonight.
“Do you wanna move?” Chenle asks softly. Of course, he’s more than ready to tease Jisung at least a little bit before he lets them both have this, and Jisung probably knows that.
“Yes.” Jisung’s voice is muffled by Chenle’s neck. “Please, Chenle.”
Fuck.
Chenle didn’t even have to ask him to beg; Jisung just did it. Still, Chenle will have his fun.
“What’s that, baby?” he murmurs, then swallows hard when Jisung lifts his head and gazes down at him pleadingly.
“Please, please,” he whines, voice hardly above a whisper. He’s shaking, probably from the effort of staying still for Chenle, or maybe it’s just sheer desire that’s making him tremble. “I wanna fuck you so bad, please.”
Chenle’s cock twitches against his stomach, his lips parting. He probably looks crazy with arousal; at least, that's how he feels.
“Fuck me,” he breathes, no tease left in his voice. “As—As hard as you can. Don’t hold back this time.”
Jisung nods rapidly, eyes lit up with determination, and then he finally starts to move.
Chenle gasps at the first shift, his stomach clenching. Jisung’s thrusts are choppy and unsure at the beginning, but god, his dick is so stupidly big, and Chenle swears he can feel the want seeping out of him. It’s an addictive feeling, being craved by Jisung.
“God, you’re... still so tight,” Jisung breathes disbelievingly, rolling his hips a few times. Chenle can’t help but whine, legs closing around Jisung’s hips.
“Wanna know why?” he asks, eyes screwing shut when Jisung starts to fuck in and out of him properly. “It’s because—oh—because I don’t let a lot of people do this to me.”
Chenle’s eyes might be closed, but he hears the air rush out of Jisung’s lungs. Jisung starts to speed up, then, fucking him with even more desperation.
“Yeah, fuck,” Chenle moans. “Good boy—keep going like that.”
Jisung whines and dives down to mouth at Chenle’s collarbone, muffling his own soft noises. He leaves a wet kiss against Chenle’s skin with every thrust and fucks him like it’s what he was made to do, panting heavily.
Chenle, in the meantime, can only chant Jisung's name as he's pounded into the mattress, mind clouded over by need. Jisung runs his nose along Chenle’s neck, panting hot and heavy against his skin, and every time Chenle lets out a noise, loud or soft, Jisung's hips jerk a little harder on the next thrust, his breath hitching. He seems to be affected by everything Chenle does, and it’s just—it's so cute.
It's not long before his hips start to stutter, though, the force of his jerky thrusts pushing Chenle up the bed little by little.
“Oh—!” Jisung cries, releasing a soft string of whines against Chenle’s throat with each roll of his hips. “Ch-Chenle...”
“You close?” Chenle pants, reaching up to run his fingers through Jisung’s hair. “That’s okay, baby. You can come.”
Jisung makes a strangled noise before slowing his hips to a stop and pulling back to look Chenle in the eyes. “Do you want me to pull out again?”
Last time, Jisung lasted longer than Chenle because he had come once already that night, so after Chenle came, he had asked Jisung to pull out—and then jerked him off until he was releasing, for a second time, all over Chenle’s stomach.
But if Jisung is going to come before Chenle does tonight, or at least around the same time, things change.
“No,” Chenle says, licking his lips greedily. “You can come inside me—if you want to.”
Jisung’s breath stutters. “Really?”
“Of course you can.” Chenle can’t help but smile. Cute, cute, cute. “You’ve been so good, I’d probably let you do anything you want.”
Jisung makes an embarrassed noise and ducks his head again, beginning to roll his hips languidly now, and Chenle hardly manages to stifle a noise of his own.
“Go on,” he whispers encouragingly. “Fill me up, Jisungie.”
Jisung lets out a stuttered breath at the words, pressing a delicate kiss to the side of Chenle’s neck before he starts to fuck into him hard and fast again. He makes these breathy little ah, ah sounds that he probably doesn't even know he’s making, balancing himself on one elbow and grabbing Chenle’s hip with his free hand, fingertips digging into his flesh.
“Yes,” Chenle gasps out stupidly, stomach twisting with heat at the way Jisung is fucking him. He’s perfect for Chenle, does everything he says and even things he doesn’t ask for out loud. Chenle kind of wants to give him the world.
He can’t pull that off, though, so for now, he’ll focus on making Jisung feel insanely good. He tilts his head so his noises go straight to Jisung’s ear, knowing from personal research that his sounds alone get him off, and keeps praising him every chance he gets, suddenly desperate to get Jisung off—even more desperate than he is to get himself off.
“So good, so big,” he moans into Jisung’s ear. “Feels so good. You’re doing so, so well.”
Jisung lets out a noise like he’s wounded and fucks Chenle even harder, losing his rhythm but still making Chenle feel like he’s on cloud nine.
“Please, please,” Jisung babbles. “Please, I… I’m—”
“Come for me,” Chenle tells him between heavy breaths. “Go ahead, Jisung, wanna feel it inside me.”
Jisung lets out a muffled sob when he finally does release, cock throbbing inside of Chenle and hips grinding hard as he chases his orgasm. His hand that rests on Chenle’s hip is shaking, and his lips are dragging aimlessly up and down this small section of Chenle’s neck.
The whole thing, each sensation, all of it makes Chenle feel fucking crazy.
“Touch me, touch me,” he pleads when Jisung’s hips slow to a stop. Jisung coming—and coming inside him—has him tipping so close to the edge; he just needs a slight push.
If Jisung is spent after his own orgasm, he doesn’t let it show. He pulls back just enough to connect their mouths in a desperate kiss and moves the hand that was on Chenle’s hip to his cock, rubbing at the leaking head before wrapping around it properly.
“Fuck, fuck—” Chenle cries against Jisung’s lips. “Yes, just like that—”
Jisung licks into his mouth and strokes him quickly in response, only pulling back for air when Chenle starts to come with a loud string of whines, back arching off the bed.
“Jisung!” he gasps out, eyes screwed shut. He sees stars behind his eyelids, and everything is so overwhelmingly hot.
“Holy fuck,” Jisung breathes. Chenle opens his eyes to witness Jisung watching intently as Chenle’s cum trickles over his fingers, and his entire body tingles.
“Holy fuck, indeed,” he whispers. He, for one, is spent. “That was... really good.”
“It was?” Jisung sounds so surprised by the praise, plus Chenle adores him so much, Chenle can’t even find it in himself to be grossed out when Jisung holds him gently at the waist, smearing Chenle's cum across his skin.
“Was it bad for you, Jisungie?” he teases—half joking, half checking to make sure the pleasure here wasn’t one-sided—despite the fact that he can literally feel Jisung’s cum deep inside of him.
“No!” Jisung cries loudly, holding Chenle tighter. He kisses Chenle’s cheek, his forehead, his nose. “No, it was amazing. God, you’re unreal, Chenle.”
Chenle heats up all over, a sudden wave of affection crashing over him and making his throat feel tight. He can only shake his head in response.
“I mean it,” Jisung continues. “You… You make me feel so good.”
Chenle is starting to notice this thing about Jisung. He tends to be quiet during the act of sex, at least quiet when it comes to delivering full sentences, only to babble on and on after, like he’s letting out everything he couldn’t say before all at once. Chenle finds it all disgustingly cute—and a little difficult to handle. He can’t look Jisung in the eye when he gets gooey like this, so he turns his head to the side, hoping his ears aren’t as red as they feel.
“We can do it again,” he says, flushing hotter at the feeling of Jisung’s eyes trailing all over him, still taking in his every move. “And again and again.” He finally turns back to face Jisung, smiling somewhat evilly as he remembers a conversation they had recently. “One of these days, I’ll show you how good it feels to be on the receiving end. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
He watches as Jisung’s pupils dilate in real time, and it makes him sick with adoration—and a little pride, too. “Yes, ple—Um, I mean—” Jisung splutters, his fingers digging into Chenle’s sides, probably subconsciously. He licks his lips, face cutely tinted pink. “When—When can we...?”
He’s so eager, Chenle can’t stop himself from letting out an endeared laugh. “You’re still inside me, baby,” he reminds Jisung, rolling his hips and biting his lip when Jisung cries out in surprise at the sudden stimulation. “Carry me to the shower so we can clean up, and then we’ll talk.”
“Right—Okay,” Jisung murmurs, somehow blushing even more. He pulls out slowly and carefully, watching Chenle’s face with caution to make sure he isn’t doing anything wrong, and then stands on wobbly legs, letting out a soft Whoa—! before steadying himself and scooping Chenle into his arms.
Chenle is even worse on his feet when Jisung places him down in the shower, but Jisung doesn’t leave his side or even take both hands off of him for even a second. This is no surprise to Chenle; Jisung is always clingiest after they’re done.
But Chenle would be lying if he said he didn’t kind of love it.
“You’re suffocating me,” he nags when they wind up cuddling naked in Chenle’s bed after drying off and changing the sheets, but he scoots back into Jisung’s embrace, anyway, not-so-secretly enjoying his warmth.
“Sorry,” Jisung says, but he doesn’t sound sorry at all. He presses his nose against the back of Chenle’s neck, lips brushing the skin there. “But I think you like it, maybe.”
Chenle huffs. “Maybe I do,” he admits. Jisung was so good for him today, so unreasonably cute, too, Chenle can’t help but be agreeable just for now.
He lets Jisung pull him in even closer, closes his eyes when he feels Jisung let out a soft laugh against his shoulder, and before he can stop it, thinks to himself that maybe he likes a little more than just the suffocating post-sex cuddles with Jisung.
Maybe it's just Jisung he likes.