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Hyunjin was happy for Felix.
Just like he had been happy for Minho back in their first year.
But he was, to be perfectly honest, getting kind of tired of being happy for other people.
He knew he was being petty. And maybe a little self-centered. But he couldn’t help the sting.
Him and Felix were a set. They went out to clubs together to look for hookups. They complained about being ghosted by situationships. When they were feeling particularly needy, they made out while drunk.
Hyunjin felt like someone died.
Jisung and him hung out sometimes too, but as soon as Minho got home, Hyunjin was reminded that he was the odd one out.
He was painfully single, not even a friend with benefits right now while Felix giggled at his phone, probably drooling over Changbin’s gym selfies.
And he wasn’t wrong to do that, to be clear. And Hyunjin was happy for Felix. He really was. Sunshine incarnate deserved happiness more than anyone else.
But. Now he was officially the last single one in their group.
Changbin even introduced them to Seungmin and Jeongin, yet another couple - this one together for ages - on his birthday dinner, so the weeks after that event were some of the most miserable ones of Hyunjin’s college life.
He knew it was all about timing and whatnot, he just hadn’t found the one, whatever. He was tired of being brave and putting on a smile for other people while he felt miserable.
Despite appearances, Hyunjin was a romantic.
A true, pure romantic at heart. And that had fucked him over in more ways than he could count.
There was the time when the guy wasn’t out yet, and after months of them hooking up exclusively, chickened out and said they weren’t an official thing.
There was that other time when this girl welcomed his confession, saying she found him gorgeous and interesting too, but couldn’t date him because he looked ‘too girly’ and it would be ‘embarrassing’ and ‘confusing’ if she introduced him to people as her boyfriend.
Those were just the most humiliating ones, off the top of his head.
Hyunjin was a strange category. Girls sometimes read him as gay, and he supposed his fashion choices, long hair, use of makeup, and colorful nails didn’t help that view. He was far from a twink though, even if he was thin and lanky in build - he was almost six feet tall. He was no Felix, who was shorter and doll-like; obviously, visibly gay. He was also not like Minho, who was drop-dead gorgeous; handsome in all the manly ways.
Hyunjin was just weird. Twice he had been scorned for either his sexuality or how he presented in his male gender. So he was a bisexual man who liked to dress up sometimes. Sue him. He refused to act girlier or manlier than he did. He felt comfortable in his own skin, and maybe that was what drove people away. In Korea, you already drew attention to yourself if you were easy on the eyes and taller than average. Hyunjin was both of those things. And yet he chose to make himself even more noticeable, with all his personality shining through accessories, clothing and hair styling.
He had ‘weird’ fantasies too, but if being himself already pushed people away like that, he could only guess what him suggesting he wore a skirt in bed would do to a person.
Oh, well. Maybe all the depressing thoughts would go away if he got laid. At least temporarily he could pretend someone cared for him.
Felix and Jisung’s birthdays were always celebrated together.
They usually picked somewhere they both liked, and their quartet expanded by inviting the birthday boys’ college friends. Both boys were raised abroad - Felix in Australia and Jisung in Malaysia - so apart from Minho and Hyunjin, the guest list varied from year to year.
This year, it included Changbin, of course. But not only him - Hyunjin liked him well enough, since Changbin-hyung figured out the way to their hearts was through bribery in the form of iced coffees - his friends went too.
Seungmin and Jeongin were cute, sure. Hyunjin liked talking to them enough. Were they also a harsh reminder that everyone was coupled up and Hyunjin would likely die alone? Yeah. But they were alright.
This time, apparently, the mysterious Bang Chan was joining them. Hyunjin half-expected him to bring a girlfriend along, or something, just to make him truly miserable in his singleness.
‘Chan-hyung’, as Felix called him, arrived a little late, all sheepish smiles and apologies. He was alone. He was…
He was kind of perfect, if Hyunjin said so himself.
His hair was on the longer side, dark and well-combed, and he had the fullest lips Hyunjin had ever seen. And he owned a mirror, so that was saying something.
He was wearing a button up that did nothing to cover up his guns for arms and slutty waist, but he looked shorter than Hyunjin by a couple inches.
Hyunjin kind of needed him carnally.
Chan sat across from him after saying hello and introducing himself to everyone who didn’t know him yet - those being himself, Jisung and Minho. Jisung immediately started hogging his attention, saying things about making music, which excuse you, what the fuck? Hyunjin knew Jisung how long? Years now? And this handsome stranger who’s apparently a hot shot producer shows up, and suddenly Jisung makes songs for a hobby? What’s next, should Hyunjin show him his watercolors? Is this a fucking talent show?
Hyunjin glances over to Minho, who got to their table with Jisung’s drink and sat across from the pair as well. Chan and Jisung are babbling on about a music producing software and Jisung calls Chan ‘hyung’, and Hyunjin contains the urge to scoff.
Jisung already has a boyfriend. Why is he giving Chan the sparkly bottom eyes?
Minho seems about to pop a blood vessel with how intensely he’s staring, so when Hyunjin interrupts, it’s not about him. It’s about Minho, of course. He’s just worried for his friend’s blood circulation.
“I didn’t know you did music, Jisung.”
“Oh,” Jisung has the decency to look embarrassed. He picks up the drink Minho brought him, swirling it around sheepishly before replying. “It’s kind of…a private thing that I do, sometimes.” Makes sense, Hyunjin figures. No one in his life knows about his painting, either. It’s something he likes to keep to himself, like a dragon hoarding treasure. “Sorry, Hyunjin,” Jisung continues. “I only told Minho-hyung before.”
That seems to appease Minho, but Hyunjin has to physically hold himself back from pointing out that now Chan knows, too. And what did he do that was so special to earn that info within ten minutes of meeting?
Hyunjin doesn’t actually want an answer, he realizes as he sips his drink bitterly. He’s just being petty and ridiculous. He’s reading into every single interaction because, yeah, he can admit he found Chan attractive. And Jisung hoarding his attention, no matter how harmless, was upsetting Hyunjin. Maybe he could flirt, he thought distantly as Minho praised Jisung’s music skills. Maybe they could sleep together and Hyunjin could get that venom out of his system and be genuinely happy for everyone, instead of resentful of their relationships.
Too bad sleeping with someone that his entire friend group knows would be the worst idea in the world.
“There’s no need to show me anything, by the way,” Chan was saying to Jisung oh-so-kindly. “Unless you want to, of course.” Hyunjin narrowed his eyes. Consent is king and all that?
“You could just tour the studio with Changbin, see what it’s like in there,” Chan continued gently, and maybe Hyunjin missed something? Why was only Jisung invited to the hot shot company? What if Hyunjin wanted to tour the grounds too?
“No strings attached.”
Hyunjin felt a ringing in his ears, and he couldn’t stop his eyebrow from raising at the word choice. No strings attached, huh? Did Felix or Changbin not brief this guy that Jisung is already taken?
After the cake, Chan timidly says goodbye to everyone, and slips out. Hyunjin downs the rest of his drink and follows him.
Chan is on the cashier line, his individual tab on his hand as he fishes for his wallet. Hyunjin clears his throat behind him, and Chan almost jumps.
“S-Sorry,” he clears his throat awkwardly, clearly trying not to insult Hyunjin for being scared in his presence. “Hyunjin, right? We didn’t get a chance to talk much.”
“I noticed,” Hyunjin glances at his nails, feigning disinterest. “I just came to check if you knew Jisung has a boyfriend.”
Chan frowns. “Of course I do. He’s with Minho, right? I met the three of you tonight, but Changbin told me all about you guys already…” He trails off and pales a little. “Oh, no. Did someone think-? Was I being too friendly? I’m so sorry, Hyunjin, it’s just - maybe Felix told you, but I was raised in Australia, and things are a little different, I didn’t mean - shit, is Minho the jealous type?”
“Don’t know,” Hyunjin shrugs. He never saw Minho act up in that regard, but he never saw Jisung giving out doe eyes like that, either.
“I should apologize,” Chan concludes, stepping out of the cashier line even though it was almost his turn. “I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings between us, you’re Felix’s friends, and Changbin is my friend, and -”
Hyunjin grabs his arm.
He acted faster than he could think, and when Chan looks back at him, Hyunjin lets go like the contact stung him.
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” he replies coolly, stepping forward to pay his own tab. “How often are you hanging out with this group, anyways?”
Chan blinks, probably surprised at the sudden topic change. “Unfortunately I can really only promise birthdays,” he replies, apologetic. Maybe he thinks Hyunjin wants him to hang out more with their friends. “My hours are kind of crazy, and I have to travel a lot for work.”
Hyunjin hums as Chan steps in to pay his own bill. “That’s kind of perfect, actually.”
Chan follows him out the restaurant, and the night air is chilly. “What do you mean?”
“Can I come over to your place?” Hyunjin smiles what he knows is his killer, flirtiest smile. “No strings attached.”
After reassurances that no, Hyunjin wasn’t drunk - he only had one drink and he was the one offering - Bang Chan was almost comically fast in getting his car and getting Hyunjin to his house. Hyunjin feared the drive would be awkward, but Chan thankfully filled it with shy smiles and shyer questions.
“You’re from the same year as Felix, right?”
Hyunjin nodded, looking out the window and pretending to be bored. In truth, his body was buzzing ever since he touched Chan’s arm back there, and it hadn’t even been skin-to-skin contact. He touched the fabric of Chan’s shirt. How weird was that?
“Why, do you have a hyung kink or something?” Hyunjin teased.
Chan laughed, surprised. “Why, do you kink shame?”
Hyunjin smiled slowly. “Not at all. So, do you?”
“It’s not a kink,” Chan rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “I’m just being polite. Making conversation.”
“Okay, hyung,” Hyunjin emphasized the word, giving it deference and definitely not almost moaning it. “We can talk at your house about do’s and don’ts.”
“Well, are you familiar with the traffic light system?”
The question caught Hyunjin off-guard. So they could play, huh?
“Of course I am.”
“We can use that,” Chan offered, eyes on the road.
“Sure,” Hyunjin shrugged. “What if I want to pretend I’m saying no, though? Can we come up with a safeword?”
“Pineapple,” Chan answered immediately.
“You had that ready to go,” Hyunjin scoffed teasingly.
“I just hate pineapples in my food,” Chan shrugged, signaling a turn into a building already.
“I love pineapple juice.”
“Me too,” Chan made his way to his designated parking space. “I just hate the fruit.”
“I can remember that,” Hyunjin agreed, stepping out of the car once Chan turned it off, not wanting to give him a chance to make out in the driver’s seat. Hyunjin had been there one too many times, it’s always best to begin (or at least, end) things inside an apartment.
Chan showed him to the elevator, and leaning against the wall while they waited, played a little with his keys. “What brought this on?”
Hyunjin blinked slowly. He knew what Chan meant. He figured he deserved an honest answer.
“I need to get rid of some tension,” Hyunjin crossed his arms, leaning against the opposite wall. “You’re not a friend, but you’re also not a stranger. My friends can vouch for you. So, you’re safe. And I don’t know you properly, so there’s no risk of becoming…you know.”
“Attached,” Chan nodded, and the elevator arrived. They boarded it and Chan pressed the last number on the row. “That’s clever.”
“Thank you, hyung,” Hyunjin ironized. “Even though I’m three whole years younger than you, I can still think! Isn’t it amazing?”
Chan giggled. An airy, unguarded little sound that surprised Hyunjin with how much he liked it. “Yeah, yeah,” he agreed to the teasing with soft brown eyes twinkling like they had an inside joke.
Getting to the fifteenth floor, Hyunjin was not surprised to see it was only Chan’s apartment. He unlocked the only door to the penthouse and entered, Hyunjin following and trying not to look intimidated or charmed by the amazing view.
An entire wall was made up of windows overlooking the city, and there were no curtains. Hyunjin had already been thinking with his dick on his way here, but seeing this made him think of having sex against the windows for the world to see.
He was already breaking out in goosebumps.
Hyunjin looked around, taking in the simple yet modern decor. There were instruments in the living room, tidy and organized, guitars hanging from the wall and a piano on the corner. Chan also had a huge couch and a flat screen which Hyunjin would be all too happy to ignore all night.
“Nice place you have,” he complimented at last. Hyunjin liked interior design, and sometimes bought magazines on the subject. He figured that if he had the money, he would do something similar to that apartment.
“Thanks,” Chan shrugged, leaving his keys on the counter and removing his shoes. “Can I take your coat?”
This was already different from Hyunjin’s last couple partners, he could tell you that much. It wasn’t locking a door in a stranger’s room in a house party, trying to moan quietly because people were outside. It wasn’t meeting at a club and paying for two hours in a shitty love hotel room. It was like he was being wined and dined. Taken home, somewhere nice and private, where he could squeal all he wanted, and treated with the care he deserved.
He gave Chan his coat, and sat down on the cream-colored couch. Chan joined him in a minute, after making sure Hyunjin didn’t want any water, or coffee, or soda.
“How do you like it?” Hyunjin asked, already straddling Chan as soon as he sat down.
“However you wanna do it,” Chan replied politely, grabbing handfuls of Hyunjin’s ass. He looked a little out of it, like he was shocked he could be so lucky. Like he couldn’t believe Hyunjin would actually let him hit. And this easy, too.
Hyunjin got that a lot.
He also loved the way it made him feel powerful. People were always eager to please him. At least in a one night stand.
Hyunjin had been watching Chan throughout the night. A quiet, low fire had been simmering just by looking at him. He was almost shy, polite and considerate of the strangers around him, and Hyunjin kind of felt like ruining him.
But Chan had been looking, too. Hyunjin could tell. He took a second too long staring when he introduced himself to Hyunjin. Whenever Jisung actually let him interact with other people, it was Hyunjin that drew his eye. Chan had managed to ask a couple questions to him and Minho, but whenever Hyunjin spoke, he caught Chan glancing at his lips.
“Really?” Hyunjin asked, slowly undulating his body in order to hump Chan’s dick. “Are you okay if I say I want to fuck you?”
He knew he was pushing it. A gymbro like Chan probably never bottomed. But he was so clearly into Hyunjin, he might as well give in.
“Fuck,” Chan moaned, squeezing Hyunjin’s ass with more purpose. “Yeah, let’s do it.”
Hyunjin blinked, pausing his movements for a second. Chan looked up at him, brown eyes already glassy.
“What?”
“You’re okay with me fucking you?”
“More than okay,” Chan’s hands went up to Hyunjin’s waist, aiding his movements so his clothed cock caught on Chan’s hardening member too. “I’m turned on just thinking about it. You wanna do it here or do we go to my bedroom?”
“You have lube there?” Hyunjin’s hands went to Chan’s large shoulders, squeezing, still shocked that he would get to fuck someone. Since he was so pretty and slender, guys never asked and just assumed he liked bottoming; unless Hyunjin was picking up a girl, but those were rarer. So it had been a while since he topped anyone at all.
“Yeah,” Chan nodded, and as soon as Hyunjin said okay, Chan lifted them both from the couch, carrying Hyunjin to the room.
Hyunjin squealed a little, long legs wrapping around Chan’s waist so he wouldn’t fall. But he didn’t need to worry. Chan’s arms were thick and strong around his frame, so even if Hyunjin was taller, he figured his weight was still something Chan could handle.
He was carried all the way to Chan’s bed, deposited softly instead of dropped. Chan took a moment to really look at him; Hyunjin felt naked even though they hadn’t even kissed yet.
“Hurry up,” he huffed at last, trying and failing to look annoyed. Hyunjin thought maybe it came off as a little desperate instead.
“Sorry,” Chan apologized with a small smile. “You’re just so gorgeous.”
Hyunjin was not blushing. He wasn’t. “Thank you. You’re very attractive, too.”
Chan hummed as he opened his nightstand drawer to find what he was looking for. “But you’re, like, drop-dead gorgeous, Hyunjin,” he corrected. Chan came back to bed with the lube and a condom packet. “But you knew that,” he accused teasingly. “You must get this all the time.”
Hyunjin rolled his eyes with a smile, refusing to answer. “Can I finger you?”
“Would you?” Chan sighed, content. He handed Hyunjin the bottle and laid down on the bed, getting comfortable. “Wait, can I kiss you first?”
Hyunjin did not melt a little at that. Decisively not. That would be too romantic of him, and he knew where being romantic got him. “Sure, hyung.”
He covered Chan’s body with his own and they kissed for the first time.
Chan was so shy back at the birthday thing, Hyunjin couldn’t imagine that he’d be so open, vocal and vulnerable in bed. He moaned as soon as their tongues touched, writhing a little in bed. His cock was filling out underneath Hyunjin, who pressed down with intent in order to get some delicious friction. They made out slowly and deeply, just like Hyunjin liked it. Chan’s hands came up to squeeze his ass again, and Hyunjin humped him a little as they kissed. It was languid, passionate, delicious.
“Can I degrade you a little?” Hyunjin asked in between kisses, one of his hands fondling Chan’s chest over his shirt. “Are you into that?”
“Fuck, yes,” Chan groaned, head tilting backwards, neck exposed.
“Color system, right?” Hyunjin was panting already. What the fuck.
“Yeah,” Chan nodded as well as he could, hips bucking a little upward to get more of Hyunjin’s dick on his. “Green.”
“You’re so desperate,” Hyunjin started lightly, finger circling Chan’s right nipple over the fabric stretching around it. “Kinda slutty, I think.”
“No, ‘m not,” Chan protested, going pink in his ears.
“Color?”
“Green,” he bucked his hips again.
“Then I think you are a little slutty, Channie.”
The nickname worked wonders. Chan gasped, eyebrows tilting upwards as his cock filled out some more in his pants. “Please,” he tried.
“Begging already?” Hyunjin smirked. Oh, it’d been too long since he played like this. His last hook-ups were rushed affairs, release and goodbye. With Chan, who was older, richer, and more successful, he felt like a big cat playing with his food. Chan could be all those things but a complete mess in bed. And Hyunjin liked being taken care of, too, but tonight he was leaning towards a meaner, more controlling dynamic.
“‘M not begging,” Chan bucked his hips again, and Hyunjin shushed him, both hands grabbing Chan’s hips and forcing them to the bed.
“Stop it,” Hyunjin chastised. “Don’t you wanna be fingered?”
Chan whimpered and nodded, his cheeks were red now too.
“Then behave,” Hyunjin hissed. “I’m gonna give you a finger if you stop your thrashing.”
Chan nodded again, moaning a little when Hyunjin kissed his neck, licking and sucking around the pale skin as his hands worked on Chan’s pants.
He soon shimmied out of them, and Hyunjin motioned for him to remove his shirt too. Chan was left with his tenting boxers, and Hyunjin took pity on him and grabbed his dick.
“Ah-!” Chan arched off the bed, hissing afterwards. “Hyunjin…”
“Color?” Hyunjin licked his lips. He couldn’t blink, the sight of bringing the great Bang Chan to his metaphorical knees was too good to miss.
“Green,” Chan moaned brokenly.
“Whore,” Hyunjin spat out with disgust, lowering Chan’s boxers to at last reveal his cock. It was more or less Hyunjin’s size, but thicker, his balls hanging heavy at the base. Hyunjin was salivating.
“I’m gonna give you a finger, not that you deserve it.” Hyunjin lubed up his fingers, spreading Chan’s legs some more so he could see his hole. “Has it been long since you did this?”
“Y-Yeah,” Chan admitted shyly, eyes shifting. “I haven’t bottomed in a minute.”
“I must be special, then,” Hyunjin grinned meanly. But then, in a softer voice, “I’ll be gentle.”
“Don’t,” Chan requested, his blush spreading all the way to his chest now. “I like it when it hurts a little.”
Hyunjin arched an eyebrow, finger circling Chan’s entrance already. “Really?”
Chan nodded, biting his full lower lip.
He looked kind of cute. Innocent.
Hyunjin shoved his entire finger at once, and Chan groaned. It wasn’t in pain, Hyunjin double checked.
“Your…finger…” Chan panted, hands fisting the sheets.
“Good?” Hyunjin smiled. He was beginning to hurt from being so hard. He was already half-full from their making out session, but Chan being so into it and responding so well had him ready to sink into that hole in sixty seconds tops.
“It’s…longer than mine,” Chan babbled, and began smiling a little in a blissed expression. “I want more.”
“Already?” Hyunjin chuckled. “What an easy little thing you are. Putting out for a stranger, begging so prettily too.”
Chan whimpered, arching a little. “N-No,” he negated weakly.
“Yes,” Hyunjin insisted, adding his second finger and finding some resistance. Chan hissed in pain, but after asking his color, he responded again with an enthusiastic Green.
Hyunjin gave him a minute to accommodate, and then started scissoring them inside Chan. His hole was tight, and he looked so horny, his big dick fully hard and slapping uselessly against his own abs.
“You’re so fucking hot, did you know that?” Hyunjin asked, appreciating the view for the first time. “You must kill yourself at the gym. I bet you can deadlift me, no problem. And here you are, crying and moaning like a bitch just from two fingers in your ass. I’m not even touching your dick, or fondling you, or doing anything else.”
“T-Two,” Chan whined, his eyes almost tearing up.
“I already gave you two,” Hyunjin reminded. “You want three.”
“I can deadlift two of you,” Chan clarified, still panting from exertion.
Fuck. That was so hot.
“Show-off,” Hyunjin accused instead. “You want to be praised so bad, don’t you?”
“No,” Chan bucked his hips, knuckles turning white with how hard he was gripping the sheets. “I’m sorry.”
“I’ll give you three,” Hyunjin warned, waiting for a color change or a safeword. None came, so he gave him three.
Chan moaned louder, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. “Please!”
“Please, what, you fucking slut?” Hyunjin was getting deranged. He was having way too much fun with this, his fingers out of practice from how long ago he’d had to stretch someone. He was beginning to think he didn’t have it in him anymore, until he curled his fingers inside Chan and the older sobbed.
There it was. Hyunjin still had it.
“Is that what you wanted?” he asked, panting from the exertion and he wasn’t even the one getting fucked. “Is that all you need? A couple fingers in your ass and you’re already crying like a bitch?”
“Please,” Chan sobbed again, large shoulders and chest heaving with every breath he took. “Please, Hyunjin, fuck me, please.”
Hyunjin had goosebumps all over. “If you keep begging like that, I’d be an asshole if I didn’t indulge you, right?”
Chan just cried out again when Hyunjin pulled his fingers out, his cock twitching, red and forgotten against his trembling stomach. Hyunjin made quick work of taking off all his clothes and putting on his condom, lubing up his dick with a hiss. He had been denying himself any relief, for fear of not lasting long enough to make Chan cum. It had been a while for him, too.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, not that you deserve it,” Hyunjin reminded, but his voice was lacking the confidence with which it started. He was trembling a little, desperate for Chan’s hole, too. “Tell me if it hurts, Channie.”
Chan nodded, the tears having stopped flowing, at least. He sniffed cutely before locking eyes with Hyunjin, and he offered a small nod and smile, like he was shy of having shown too much of himself.
“Hwang Hyunjin,” Chan whispered like a prayer as Hyunjin entered him slowly. Hyunjin did not remember introducing himself with his last name. He hated using his full name for anything. But maybe Chan had a good memory, and Changbin or Felix mentioned it once in passing, and now Chan had that information forever.
Chan sniffed again, no longer actively crying. “You’re so hot. You’re making me feel so good.”
Hyunjin bottomed out with a groan, burying his head in Chan’s shoulder and just stilling there for a moment.
“You can move,” Chan sighed out, sounding content.
“I need a minute,” Hyunjin chuckled in his ear. “You got me all worked up, you know?”
“Did I?” Chan sounded positively delighted.
“For a slut,” Hyunjin started pulling out, much to Chan’s horror.
“No!” He started whining again, nails raking down Hyunjin’s back in protest.
“Calm down, princess,” Hyunjin berated, slamming into Chan again with force. “I need to pull out if I’m gonna fuck you properly.”
“AH-!” Chan arched off the bed, hips chasing the contact.
“You take what I give you,” Hyunjin grabbed Chan’s face, fingers squeezing Chan’s cheeks to keep his mouth open. “Color?”
“Green,” Chan answered blissfully, a little garbled since his mouth was being held open.
“I’m gonna spit on you,” Hyunjin presented the idea first, cock pistoning in and out of Chan with a dancer’s stamina.
Chan nodded enthusiastically, so Hyunjin grinned as he kept fucking him.
“It’s what you deserve,” he groaned from the exertion, the slapping sound of skin on skin echoing in the bedroom. Hyunjin then geared up and spit into Chan’s open mouth. “Fucking whore.”
Chan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. “C-Close,” he warned.
“Already?” Hyunjin teased, though he wasn’t faring much better. “What an easy little thing you are, Channie.”
Hyunjin released his face, putting both his arms into the bed so he could fuck him in earnest. He wasn’t stronger than Chan, so his thrusts were barely jostling him on the bed, but the noises were hot enough, and so were Chan’s expressions. He was smiling from how good he felt, little “ah-ah-ah”s coming out with every breath.
Hyunjin leaned down to bite his full lower lip, and started stroking his cock at the same time, too.
Chan came less than ten seconds later.
“Agh- Hw- Hwang Hyunjin!” Chan moaned loudly, with abandon, as the orgasm rippled through him, his cock twitching out while impressive amounts of cum spurted out. Hyunjin kept fucking him, once, twice, three times, and on the fourth one he spilled in the condom, gripping the sheets and biting hard on Chan’s shoulder to muffle his embarrassing noises.
Chan cried out at the bite, probably more in surprise than in pain - Hyunjin hoped - but otherwise let himself be used for Hyunjin’s release.
Hyunjin was panting, sweat making his long hair stick to his forehead. He slowly raised his head to glance at Chan, who had his eyes closed and a blissed out smile on his features.
“Color?” Hyunjin licked his lips, suddenly very thirsty.
“So green,” Chan sighed. “Like the greenest forest you’ve ever seen. Fuck, that was good.”
Hyunjin couldn’t help but giggle at the answer, slapping Chan’s shoulder once for good measure before pulling out. They both grimaced a little, but that was to be expected. Hyunjin took a deep, steadying breath while he waited for his soul to come back to his body.
Then he sat up on the bed. “Bathroom?”
“In there,” Chan pointed to a door in the corner of the room, because of course he had an en-suite.
“Okay,” Hyunjin got up, went to the bathroom, took off the condom and threw it away. On his way back, he put on his boxers and shirt, and knew it’d be a dick move to go home right now. They experimented - albeit lightly - with dynamics, it’d be decent of him to stay with Chan a couple minutes to make sure he wasn’t in subspace or anything.
Chan was still flushed pink from the tips of his ears to his chest, but he looked better now. He was no longer panting, and his eyes were closed. He did manage to put his boxers back on while Hyunjin was gone, though.
“Are you okay?” Hyunjin asked, still standing and not joining him on the bed.
Chan blinked his eyes open slowly. “Yeah. Okay.” Was he slurring his words a little? Hyunjin really shouldn’t leave, then.
“I’ll just get you some water real quick, okay?” Hyunjin waited for a verbal confirmation that came to him in the form of a grunt. “I’ll be right back.”
He went to the kitchen, past the living room. Hyunjin looked around for glasses and was impressed to notice how it seemed like no one lived there. The kitchen was spotless, the glasses and plates were millimetrically set apart on the cabinet. There were no dishes in the sink or on the drying rack. Chan either ate out for all of his meals, or was one of the obsessed with cleaning types.
Hyunjin shook his head to remind himself he didn’t care either way. He gulped down his own water before filling up another glass to take to his partner for the night. That’s all he’d ever be.
When he came back, Chan looked to be sleeping softly, so Hyunjin hesitated. He didn’t think he should wake him up, but it would be shitty to just leave in case this was a light nap. He should make sure Chan was hydrated and coherent first.
So he left the glass of water on the nightstand, and laid down on the bed again. Hyunjin could just hang around for a couple minutes, and if it looked like Chan would sleep through the night, he’d leave. Wouldn’t want to overstay his welcome or anything, since Chan never mentioned it being okay to sleep over.
Hyunjin took a second to look at Chan’s handsome face - he looked younger like this. Relaxed, lips slightly parted, breathing deeply. He must have an easy time falling asleep, Hyunjin figured. He’s probably the type to fall asleep anywhere. He looked so peaceful and calm. Hyunjin envied him. Sometimes his anxiety got the best of him and he would spend hours spiraling before sleep finally took him.
His eyelids were growing heavy now, but that was probably due to the mindnumbingly good sex he just had. Earlier frustration about not having a partner forgotten, Hyunjin could finally pat himself on the back. This was just what he needed. A night out, playing the dominant, controlling role like he hadn’t in a while. He was feeling slightly sleepy now, but he figured he didn’t need to set an alarm or anything. He was probably just going to nap for a couple of minutes, and then he could Uber home, no problem.