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Chenle’s throat feels dry when he makes his way back to the bed, eyes landing on Jisung.
Nervous, craving Jisung, who remains spread out just as Chenle left him, patient and waiting.
“Remember,” he tells Jisung as he crawls onto the bed. “We can stop if it gets to be too much or if you become nervous in a bad way.”
“I know. I’m not,” Jisung speaks so fast, he nearly trips over his words. It’s so cute. Chenle wonders if this is at all how he sounds when he impatiently tells Jisung yes, it’s fine, more, Jisung every time they do this with the roles reversed. “I told you it’s a good nervous. It’s—” His voice quiets. “I’m just excited.”
“Cute,” Chenle breathes. It almost feels like the word is pulled out of him. He moves down to kiss Jisung before he can argue, long and slow, and tries not to smile when he notices Jisung’s breathing pick up speed. Cute, cute. Finally, he pulls away and refocuses, knowing if they get too into it, they’ll be making out for the rest of the night. “Let me get a pillow under your hips.”
“Should I turn over?” Jisung asks before chewing on his lower lip. He stiffens like he’s ready to act, ready to obey any request Chenle has for him.
God, he’s something special.
Chenle shakes his head. “I’m going to keep you on your back for now,” he says, brushing Jisung’s hair out of his face with the hand that isn’t holding the bottle of lube he just grabbed from the nightstand, “so I can see your face.”
Jisung looks a little flustered by his response, but he nods. In the end, Chenle knows he understands him. When Jisung is the one hovering over Chenle, lube in hand, he likes to scan Chenle’s face over and over, analyzing his every reaction.
Chenle puts the lube aside for a second and slides a hand under Jisung’s back to coax his hips up while the other stuffs the nearest pillow under him when he raises his back off the bed.
“If it’s not comfortable, let me know.”
Jisung’s face is already flushed cutely. “Okay.”
“Can you spread your thighs the way I do?” Chenle asks next. He places his hands on Jisung’s bare thighs to assist him, but he doesn’t need to. He knows Jisung would do as he asked either way.
“Okay,” Jisung repeats, swallowing hard. He plants his feet on the bed and parts his thighs wide enough that Chenle can move and sit in between them, legs slightly bent.
“Good boy,” Chenle breathes, positioning himself on his knees and very slowly spreading Jisung’s thighs wider. “There—Stay just like this.”
He doesn’t actually expect Jisung to stay still—it’s going to be his first time having someone else’s fingers in him aside from his own, after all—but he thinks it’s adorable when Jisung nods obediently, anyway.
Chenle has spent the better part of an hour working them up to this point, but now that he’s here, between Jisung’s legs, Jisung’s hole on display in front of his eyes, he’s filled with a desperation, stronger than anything he's ever felt before, to show Jisung how good he can make him feel.
Still, he doesn’t lube up his fingers right away. He slides his hands up the insides of Jisung’s thighs toward his ass and reaches out with one thumb to rub over his hole teasingly, aiming to grow Jisung accustomed to being touched there before he goes any further.
And god, does Jisung react. He takes in a sharp gasp, thighs twitching and hands grabbing at the sheets.
“Shhh, easy,” Chenle murmurs as gently as he can, hardly able to hide his smile. “Feels strange, doesn’t it? I’m the first person to have you like this, right?”
Jisung nods, licking his lips. “No one’s ever touched me but you.”
Chenle fights a shudder. He knew this beforehand—has known it for a while, now, ever since they first started messing around—but he isn’t sure he’ll ever grow sick of hearing Jisung remind him.
Being so many of Jisung’s firsts makes him feel something he can’t even begin to describe.
“I’ll make it good,” he promises, still dragging his thumb down Jisung’s rim in soft caresses, noting every muscle in Jisung's body that tenses. “Just try to relax for me. Can you do that, baby?”
Jisung listens, visibly relaxing. “Yeah, I can.”
“Good,” Chenle praises again, finally moving to grab the lube again and start coating two of his fingers. “I’ll go slow.”
He plants his dry hand on Jisung’s left thigh, then presses one of his lubricated fingers up against Jisung’s hole, watching Jisung’s face cautiously.
“Please, Chenle, I can take it,” Jisung begs, suddenly, and Chenle takes mercy on him. He knows exactly how he feels, after all. Without further delay, he presses past Jisung’s rim and sinks his finger inside with less difficulty than expected. “Oh—!” Jisung’s thighs jerk a little as he cries out, but he stays still otherwise, lips parted cutely.
“I know,” Chenle says. “It feels completely different when it’s someone else’s fingers.”
“Yeah.” Jisung sounds breathless already. “Y-You can move it. I’m fine.”
Chenle recently got Jisung to admit that he fingers himself practically every other day, so he’s not too surprised at how smoothly things are going so far, but he still stares in awe as he begins to thrust his finger in and out slowly.
“You must’ve done this to yourself recently, Jisungie,” he breathes. “Were you thinking about the real thing? About this?”
“Chenle,” Jisung whines. His thighs almost twitch closed, but Chenle watches in amazement as he catches himself and keeps them spread.
“It’s okay,” Chenle teases, speeding up his thrusts a little and still barely finding resistance. Jisung must really be trying hard to stay relaxed for him. “Makes my job easier. Can I put in two?”
“Go ahead.”
Chenle pulls out his first finger almost all the way before it’s joined by his second one. He’s even more cautious this time, sliding both fingers in millimeter by millimeter. There’s definitely more resistance now, but Jisung is still taking him incredibly well.
“You’re doing amazing,” Chenle says, serious and honest. “Is this okay so far?”
“It’s good,” Jisung rushes. “It—It’s even better than how I pictured it.”
Chenle’s fingers freeze before he can even begin to curl them, begin to really make it good for Jisung. His ears feel warm at Jisung’s small admittance, accidental or not. “So you have pictured this.”
Jisung turns his face to the side, clearly embarrassed despite the fact that Chenle isn’t doing anything to cover up how endeared he is by him.
“How could I not?” he mumbles, voice small, and Chenle laughs softly, pressing his fingers deeper and curling them as if silently apologizing for the teasing.
Jisung responds generously, whimpering and squirming against the mattress. Chenle knows he hasn’t found Jisung’s prostate yet—knows he’s simply reacting to the strange sensation of having someone else’s fingers exploring him—but each small reaction spurs him on to find it as soon as possible and pleasure Jisung close to tears before he takes him.
So he starts initiating these lazy thrusts in and out of Jisung, loosely prodding, curling his fingers over and over and over, patiently waiting for Jisung to give him a sign that he’s found that spot in him.
It’s sooner than Chenle thought that he does.
“Ho-Holy—” Jisung squeaks out all of a sudden when Chenle presses his fingertips at a new angle, hips stuttering like his body doesn’t know whether to press into the sensation or pull away from it. “Chenle, oh.”
“Right here?” Chenle checks, massaging lightly, and the broken cry that works its way out of Jisung’s throat is nothing short of beautiful.
“Oh—Oh, fuck, Chenle,” Jisung babbles, then slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle the loud gasp that leaves his mouth. Chenle shakes his head and pulls the hand away, intertwining their fingers, and pressing his two lubed fingers inside Jisung a little more firmly toward that place, and Jisung lets out something like a sob.
“That’s it,” Chenle whispers, throbbing in his boxers. He knew Jisung would be extremely reactive in this position, but witnessing it in real time is a little life-altering. “Bet you could come just like this, couldn’t you, baby? You’re so sensitive.”
Jisung cries out and tosses his head back, arching his neck. Chenle can’t wait to kiss it later when he’s buried deep inside him.
“More, please?” Jisung begs, thighs spasming.
Chenle doesn’t think he could deny Jisung a single request right now, so he makes quick work of pulling out his two fingers and pouring more lube onto them and a third finger, now, before he slowly slides in one, two, three.
“O-Oh,” Jisung breathes, hips raising slightly.
“Too much?” Chenle asks, completely stopping his movements to check on Jisung. Jisung doesn’t seem to like that much—he whines loudly, hand flying out to grab Chenle’s wrist.
“No, keep going,” he says desperately. “Keep going. I—I like it, promise.”
“My god, Jisung,” Chenle mumbles. It’s making him a little crazy, the sight of Jisung squirming below him coupled with the feeling of him hot and tight around his fingers. He finishes sliding in the three the rest of the way with some gentle coaxing. “How are you so good?”
Jisung whimpers in reply. “For you,” he says so quietly, Chenle almost misses it.
“Yeah, just for me, how perfect,” he blurts, blown away by Jisung’s existence, and quickly starts searching for Jisung’s prostate again, wanting to reward him and also drive him out of his mind just slightly.
It’s not too difficult a feat. He locates Jisung’s prostate successfully again within the next few curls of his fingers, then thrusts them at that exact angle until Jisung is twitching against the mattress, stomach tensing and mouth falling open with a string of cute, desperate moans.
Jisung is so incredibly reactive, Chenle almost doesn’t want to stop and move onto the main purpose of their hook-up tonight. When Jisung’s hips start stuttering uncontrollably, and when his cries grow more frequent and needy, Chenle has to slow down and remind himself what Jisung came over for.
After all, who knows when their next chance to do this will be?
“You… You can…” Jisung stumbles over his words, clearly trying to contain himself a little as Chenle continues to thrust his fingers lazily. “Chenle, come on. Please?”
“Shhh.” Chenle rubs at his prostate a little more to hear the soft sobs that leave his lips. “You don’t have to beg me for anything right now, baby. Just let me take care of you.”
“Chenle,” Jisung tries again, gasping and shuddering with every graze of Chenle’s fingertips against that spot inside him. “I—I’ll be good, I’ll be good—”
“I know that, Jisung,” Chenle reassures, finally putting an end to his torturous teasing and withdrawing his fingers slowly. “You sure you don’t want me to grab a condom? What if I get you messy?”
“No, want it,” Jisung says under his breath, avoiding eye contact with Chenle. “Want to feel it.”
Chenle practically rips off his boxers after hearing the words. He’s spent so many weeks dreaming about having Jisung like this, and Jisung clearly wants it, so. He won’t deny either of them any further.
“Whatever you want,” he responds. In the next few seconds, he’s wrapping his palm around himself and rubbing lube all over his length, aching hard in his own grip. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, I promise.”
Jisung’s breath hitches, and he spreads his thighs even further when Chenle brings down his body to hover over him, balancing on an elbow. “Please.”
“Don’t need to beg,” Chenle reminds him softly, and then he’s easing the tip of his cock past Jisung’s rim with a soft, low sound in his throat.
He watches carefully as Jisung’s jaw goes slack and eyes flutter shut, searching for any sign of discomfort. Jisung takes him beautifully, though, and Chenle makes sure to go as slow as he possibly can, pressing in further and further until—
“Oh…” Jisung breathes when Chenle finally sinks in all the way, hips pressed to Jisung’s ass. He’s panting up at Chenle when he opens his eyes again, and Chenle quickly moves to cradle his face with one hand.
“Okay?” he checks, dropping an unplanned kiss on Jisung’s cheek. Jisung tilts his face to the side for another; Chenle gives it to him without thought.
“Y-Yeah, just—wow,” Jisung mumbles with a swallow.
“I know.” Chenle remembers how it felt being taken for the first time. He can’t believe Jisung is trusting him of all people to be the one to take him. “I won’t move yet.”
He kisses Jisung on the mouth this time, trying to keep him occupied while his body adjusts to the stretch, and Jisung parts his lips eagerly, head lifting off the bed slightly to deepen the kiss.
“Feel really full,” he breathes between kisses, moving one leg to wrap around Chenle’s waist.
“I know,” Chenle says again, pecking Jisung’s lips one last time before he pushes himself up slightly. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
And then he moves a little, rolling his hips just enough to shake the bed and moaning softly as he does.
Jisung makes a quiet sound of surprise, wrapping his arms and legs around Chenle as if acting on autopilot. “Ohmygod,” he breathes, thighs quivering where they press against either side of Chenle’s torso.
“It’s a lot, right?” Chenle murmurs. He nudges Jisung’s face to the side and presses light kisses up his jaw while he continues to grind shallowly into Jisung, more firmly this time. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
Teasing Jisung is one of Chenle’s all time favorite hobbies, but he can’t bring himself to joke around right now, fixed on making sure Jisung feels as good as possible.
“Ah—Chenle.” Jisung’s voice is barely audible. He arches up against Chenle like he wants more and bares his neck for kisses there, too.
“Want me to really move?” Chenle asks against Jisung’s throat. “Or do you need more time?”
“You can move,” Jisung says, still speaking softly, though his voice is insistent. “Please, please, pl—”
“Hey, I have you,” Chenle soothes. He leaves one, two more kisses on Jisung’s neck up by his ear, and then he pulls out about halfway before thrusting in properly.
“Whoa—” Jisung sounds like he’s had the air knocked out of his lungs. He squeezes his limbs tighter around Chenle’s body, whimpering when Chenle keeps going, starts to fuck him with more assertion. “Oh, Chenle… ”
“Not too bad, is it?” Chenle asks. It sounds like a joke, but he pauses and waits for Jisung to whine impatiently and pull Chenle closer using his legs before he keeps moving.
“It’s not—not bad at all.” Jisung arches his back again, lips parting with a sigh. “M-More.”
Chenle doesn’t make him beg for it. He moves them both carefully so he’s sitting up on his knees and holds Jisung’s hips so they’re slightly raised off the bed, then begins fucking into him faster than before, cursing under his breath at how mindblowingly tight Jisung feels around him.
Jisung’s hands fall and grab at the sheets, and he cries out loudly, eyes screwed shut. “A-Ah, fuck,” he chokes out. Soft gasps tumble from his mouth with every roll of Chenle’s hips, and Chenle’s chest feels tighter by the second watching Jisung crumble beneath him.
Chenle isn’t going too hard, of course, but it’s enough to have them both filling the room with noise. He forces his eyes to stay open when they threaten to squeeze shut, not wanting to miss a single one of Jisung's reactions.
“That’s it,” he praises as Jisung starts to melt into the bed, noises increasing in volume as he loses himself in the sensations. “Jisung, fuck, you’re doing so well right now.”
It’s more than common for Jisung to fish for praise whenever they’re doing something like this, but he doesn’t even have to fish today. He’s being so good for Chenle, so unbelievably perfect, that Chenle—who’s no stranger to drawing things out with Jisung, playing little games with him—can’t help but praise him over and over.
And Jisung feels incredible around him. Chenle lets out soft whines with every roll of his hips, blinking rapidly and soaking in every twitch of pleasure across Jisung’s expression. There hasn’t been one time they’ve gone all the way and he hasn’t loved it, loved letting Jisung hold him and fuck him just the way he asks, but doing it this way is going beyond Chenle’s expectations. He knows for sure if Jisung wants him like this again, he’ll do this whole thing over and over and over.
As good as he feels, though, Chenle doesn’t allow himself to lose focus for even a second. He continues to shift little by little, determined to find the perfect angle to make Jisung lose his mind. He holds Jisung firmly as he thrusts into him, lower lip between his teeth in concentration.
Finally, Jisung seizes up with a sharp gasp, head tossed back, and Chenle knows he’s found it. He tugs Jisung’s hips tightly against him and starts nailing him at that exact angle, red hot desire flowing through his body from the way Jisung sobs out his name and writhes on the bed.
“Th-That’s—Fuck,” Jisung chokes out, eyes wide open now and pupils dilated with want. He stumbles over his words, voice trembling. “Chenle, it’s—it’s good, please don’t stop.”
“I won’t, baby,” Chenle promises. He’s burning all over, and he can physically feel his orgasm creeping up on him, but he wills it to wait, determined to make Jisung fall apart first. And Jisung is close, judging by his desperate whimpers and the way he’s yanking at the sheets now.
He confirms it just a few seconds later. “Close, p-please.” His body arches, and he squeezes his thighs hard around Chenle’s hips. He looks so adorably overwhelmed by pleasure, eyebrows furrowed and eyes half-lidded. Chenle is hit with a whirlwind of want so strong, he freezes for a second.
He makes up for it immediately, though. He wraps his fingers around the head of Jisung’s cock to tug at it teasingly and swiftly resumes the pace he was fucking him at, not too fast but more than enough to please both of them, so deep and angled to bring Jisung over the edge at any second.
“Go ahead and come for me,” he says firmly between heavy breaths, cock throbbing inside Jisung with the effort of holding back his orgasm. “Come on, baby, you’re almost there.”
Jisung tenses against the mattress, an unexpectedly high whine escaping his throat, and finally, jerks in Chenle’s grip as he starts to come all over his fingers, shuddering through his orgasm.
“There you go, just like that. Good boy,” Chenle rushes, trying to milk every last drop out of Jisung and give him the highest high possible. He tenses up in the meantime, groaning at the way Jisung clenches so tight around his cock as he comes, so hot and tight and—
“Chenle, Chenle, Chenle,” Jisung whimpers mindlessly, gazing up at Chenle, starry eyes glazed over from pleasure and so much emotion. Chenle gazes back with just as much pleasure, just as much emotion, and so much… so much love.
It’s pure, undeniable love, Chenle just feels it flowing out of him, all of a sudden, and he can't even bring himself to hide it. Jisung whispers Chenle’s name one more time like it’s a prayer, and Chenle is screwing his eyes shut and coming hard with a few more deep thrusts, moaning high in his throat.
“Baby, fuck—” he groans, grabbing Jisung’s hips for purchase as he fills him up and rides out his orgasm. “Fuck, fuck.”
Jisung makes these soft, broken sounds until Chenle’s hips come to a stop, chest rising and falling quickly. His eyes are wide, and his legs are still tightly wrapped behind Chenle’s back.
“W-Whoa, I—” he stutters, face flushed. “That’s—That was—”
He looks like he just found the answer to the universe, and Chenle thinks that he has, too. He practically flops onto Jisung, burying his face in his neck.
“Jisung,” he murmurs. “You’re so special.”
He feels Jisung swallow and kisses the side of his throat.
“In a good way?”
Chenle lets out a breathless laugh and wonders if this is what it feels like, the fall that hopeless romantics talk about.
“Yes, in a good way,” he huffs. He thinks about elaborating. He thinks about telling Jisung the full truth, about the suffocating feelings he thinks he finally has a word for. He hardly makes an effort to fight them when he and Jisung are alone together these days, anyway. But his feelings aren’t important right now. “Am I okay to pull out?”
Jisung nods and visibly tries to relax, letting out a sharp breath when Chenle starts to slide out of him, snail slow to avoid making Jisung uncomfortable.
“Feels weird, probably, being filled with my cum,” he says out of sympathy, releasing a breath he didn’t realize he was holding once he’s pulled all the way out.
“I like it,” Jisung says without hesitation, squirming. “I wanna do it again.”
Chenle laughs incredulously, cupping Jisung’s face with his hand that doesn’t have Jisung’s cum on it. “Sure, baby, but let’s get you cleaned up first.”
Jisung’s cheeks turn pink. “Wait, you liked it, too, right?”
Chenle doesn’t know whether to sigh or kiss him. After a few seconds of contemplation, he does both.
“Yes,” he says against Jisung’s mouth. “I liked it a lot, Jisung.”
“Me too,” Jisung says, then lifts his head off the pillow for another kiss. “I like—I like everything I do with you.”
Chenle’s feelings come crawling back up his spine like a chill. He needs to get Jisung into the shower as soon as possible, but he can’t stop himself from kissing him yet again before he sits up.
“Me too,” he echoes. He thinks about it one more time, telling Jisung the truth. Instead, he asks a question that’s been eating away at him. “Does that mean you want to keep doing this? For now, at least?”
“For now?” Jisung’s lips twist into a confused frown. “Forever.”
Chenle doesn’t cry easily, not at all, but sometimes, he really wants to. Usually when Jisung speaks without thinking and says things like this. Honest, innocent things that delude Chenle into thinking that there might be space for something more between them someday.
“Sounds like a plan,” he replies coolly after he takes a second to gather himself, helping Jisung off the bed and holding him probably tighter than he needs to.
Of course, there’s no such thing as forever, but if it’s what Jisung wants, Chenle will dream of it.