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Jisung tries not to stare. He does.

He’s plenty used to nights like these. Hours wasted in one of the dimly lit bars his roommate likes to drag him to, track of time lost between shots and songs and attempts at socializing. Donghyuck has basically conditioned Jisung to want to go out at this point. If the weekend rolls around and Donghyuck doesn’t show up at his bedroom door clad in an outfit that makes his throat dry up, then he immediately assumes something is wrong.

So this is a familiar setting, the gay bar Donghyuck drove them to tonight. (Though it’ll definitely be Jeno driving them home, the only one out of their circle who’s expected to still be sober by the end of the night.) Jisung has spent many nights here being forced onto the cramped dance floor and hand-fed shots by his poor influence of a roommate.

Still, things have changed over time, over the past year that Jisung and Donghyuck have lived together, and Jisung can’t help but feel like something is missing now.

He watches and hears Donghyuck laugh across the bar, in the booth where he’s sandwiched between Renjun and some guy Jisung doesn’t know, talking to some other people Jisung doesn’t know. Jisung sighs.

“You okay?” Jeno asks, looking up from his phone to analyze Jisung. Jisung figures he’d rather be anywhere than on a worn out barstool babysitting him while Donghyuck and Renjun socialize, but he smiles at Jisung, anyway. “You’ve barely made a dent in your drink.”

Jisung nods and makes a point of taking another sip of his cocktail. “I’m fine,” he says belatedly.

It’s not the truth, but that’s nothing he can tell Jeno.

Jeno looks like he’s about to press for a more honest response, but he suddenly becomes distracted by something in the distance.

“That guy is staring at you,” he mumbles, eyes locked on someone behind Jisung. “Or me… but I’m pretty sure it’s you.”

“Huh?” Like an idiot, Jisung turns and follows Jeno’s line of sight. 

Sure enough, there’s a guy. Staring.

Jisung knows him. He doesn’t recall his name, but he’s definitely seen him on campus before. Maybe in a lecture? In the library?

The guy grins when he realizes Jisung is watching him now, and Jisung stiffens, suddenly self-aware.

Before he can whip back toward Jeno in a panic, though, Jeno gives him a light push.

“Go talk to him,” he says. “You’re making me sad sitting here and sighing.”

Jisung looks at him pleadingly. “Please don’t make me.”

It’s not that he has anything against the guy—he is attractive, and there’s something about the way he’s smiling that gives Jisung nervous butterflies—but he knows himself. He’s never been able to successfully take someone home from a bar.

(…Unless his own roommate counts.)

He’s too nervous, too awkward. A social disaster on legs, Donghyuck calls him.

“Either you go, or I’m calling him over,” Jeno says sternly. “You’ve moped over Donghyuck enough, Jisung.”

Jisung freezes. His stomach turns over.

“I-I’m not…” he starts, frowning, but then Jeno interrupts him with a hard tap on his knee.

“Hey. He’s coming over here.”

Jisung tenses all over again. “What?”

He doesn’t look this time, but based on the way Jeno suddenly hops off the barstool and retreats with a salute, it’s not a prank.

Seconds later, the guy from school comes into view. He doesn’t sit, but he hovers by the stool Jeno was just sitting on, arms resting on the counter.

“Hi,” he says to Jisung. “Long time no see.”

Jisung swallows. Okay, so he’s not crazy. He’s definitely seen this guy around.

“Oh, hey,” Jisung offers back with a small, meek smile. The guy is a lot prettier up close, and it’s intimidating. Jisung can’t imagine what on earth drew him over here.

“Is he coming back?” the guy asks. “Your…?” He raises his eyebrows, a question.

“Friend,” Jisung confirms, face warming. “No, he left when he saw you were coming over.”

The guy laughs at that and slides onto the stool. “Cool. I thought I might have to get in line to talk to you.”

Jisung looks away, flushing. “No, there—there’s no line,” he splutters.

“Can’t imagine why not.”

A hand on Jisung’s knee startles him into looking up again. Holy shit. He knew that there had to be some level of interest for the guy to come up and talk to him, but damn. He’s forward.

Jisung doesn’t hate it. It reminds him of…

Donghyuck.

Jisung hates to think about him all of a sudden, but it’s hard not to. After all, he is the last person Jisung slept with, and that was just a few weeks ago. Back before things changed.

Back before Jisung woke up in Donghyuck’s bed one day and was suddenly hit with, I think we should stop doing this.

I think we’re better off as friends.

Looking back, Jisung realizes that it shouldn’t have crushed him, the end of the weirdly intense fling between him and his roommate. It was just sex, after all. Sometimes Jisung wondered if there was something else there, but in the end, it was always his imagination running wild. Trying to find hidden messages in meaningless intercourse, trying to analyze feelings that didn’t exist.

He was crushed nonetheless. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was lacking, but it was obvious he wasn’t enough for Donghyuck. The amount of strangers Donghyuck has brought home and disappeared with over the past weeks only proves that further.

Not to mention non-strangers. Jisung bumped into Donghyuck’s ex in the kitchen one morning. He also brought home the guy who used to tutor him in their living room, who Jisung was always strangely jealous of.

One night, it was even Renjun. Their best friend. Jisung can’t forget it no matter how much he tries. He could hear them through the wall. And he saw the evidence on Renjun’s throat over an extremely awkward breakfast the next morning.

Overall, it’s been a rough few weeks. Jisung has done his best to accept reality, to reel in the jealousy he feels when Donghyuck drags him out of the apartment and then runs off with a stranger instead of going home with Jisung. He hasn’t missed one planned night out, even when all he wanted to do was stay in bed and pretend he doesn’t exist.

Reality hasn’t been easy on him, though. Donghyuck somehow lures him in no matter where they go or what they do or who they’re with. Sex or no sex, Jisung can’t stop thinking about him. He can’t shake him.

Not until now, at least.

Now, Jisung is eye-to-eye with someone who looks like he belongs on a magazine cover, and that someone’s hand is resting on Jisung’s knee, and his smile is warm and alluring.

Jisung smiles back.

“Knew you’d have a cute smile,” the guy breathes. He looks a little dazed, and the sight makes Jisung giddy. He can’t remember the last time anyone flirted with him that wasn’t Donghyuck—or one of their friends, as a joke. “What else are you hiding?”

Jisung’s cheeks grow warm. “You’ll have to find out for yourself,” he replies as evenly as he can, heart rate picking up. Cautiously, he reaches down and covers the guy’s hand with his own, the one that’s on his knee. He can hardly believe that this is happening.

“Tell me where to start,” the guy pleads. He leans further into Jisung’s space, thumb caressing Jisung’s knee through his jeans. He lowers his voice and adds, “I want to see everything.”

His intensity makes Jisung dizzy. He wobbles a little on his stool, and the guy uses his free hand to steady him by the shoulder.

“Easy,” he laughs. “Was that too much?”

“No,” Jisung rushes, embarrassed. “I-I liked it.”

The guy’s face lights up. “Yeah? What else do you like, handsome?”

The hand on Jisung’s knee slides up his thigh and squeezes. Jisung squeaks in surprise, subconsciously leaning forward.

“You like that?” the guy asks. Their faces are alarmingly close now. He leans toward Jisung enough that the tips of their noses brush, then murmurs, “How about this?”

Jisung realizes what’s happening just in time. His eyes fall shut once their lips brush, and he presses into it, shoving all his shock aside—because this guy, he’s starting to realize, is an excellent distraction.

A distraction from the miserable reality Jisung’s been living in these past few weeks. A distraction from the force that’s trying to tug him across the bar over to where his roommate is probably choosing his next hook-up. A distraction from the ugly feelings that Jisung can’t seem to push down all the way no matter what he does.

Jisung tilts his head when they pull apart then instantly leans in for more. The guy cups his face with one hand and his thigh with the other, swiping his tongue over Jisung’s lips and coaxing him to open his mouth.

Jisung’s face heats up when their tongues slide together. He’s never been a huge fan of PDA, only agrees to do stuff like this in public when Donghyuck wants to—or wanted to—but something is taking over him tonight.

Something is taking over him, and he loves it. It feels like after weeks, he’s finally turning the page. Starting a new chapter. Moving on.

And then: “Jisung.”

Jisung is in the midst of letting the pretty guy from campus map out his mouth with his tongue when he hears his name. He jolts, breaking the kiss and whipping toward the source of the voice.

It’s…

“Oh, look at you,” Donghyuck coos. “You’re so gone.

“What…” Jisung breathes. He doesn’t know how or why, but Donghyuck is suddenly right here, and he’s giving Jisung a look that almost makes his heart stop.

What the hell is going on?

Donghyuck steps forward and brushes Jisung’s cheek with his knuckles, then turns to the guy Jisung was just swapping spit with, whose name Jisung still doesn’t know. 

“He’s had too much to drink,” he tells the guy, then tugs on Jisung’s arm until he has no choice but to hop off the stool, unless he wants to fall on his ass. “Let’s go, baby.”

“What? But hyung—” Jisung whines as Donghyuck drags him away from the counter, ignoring the ache that spreads through his chest at the pet name. He’s too confused to dwell on it right now.

What is Donghyuck going on about? He’s hardly had anything to drink. Besides, how would he know? He hasn’t spared Jisung one glance since they got here!

Jisung shudders when Donghyuck leads him out the door into the parking lot, fingers wrapped tightly around Jisung’s wrist. He stumbles behind his roommate in total bewilderment, lips still wet from the kiss that Donghyuck interrupted.

“Where’d you even come from?” he grumbles bitterly. He can’t believe this. He just kissed someone who wasn’t Donghyuck for the first time in ages—only for Donghyuck to ruin it. “And why did you do that? I was—”

Donghyuck looks over his shoulder at him. His gaze is as sharp and cold as an icicle, and it terrifies Jisung into silence.

“I want to talk to you about something,” he says.

Jisung’s stomach plummets. He has no idea what’s happening, but now he’s on edge, shaking from nerves more than the cold air. They make it over to Donghyuck’s car without another word, and Jisung doesn’t try to argue when Donghyuck motions for him to sit in the passenger seat.

He can’t face his roommate once they’re both in the car, not at first. He places his hands in his lap and stares down at his shoes, heart rate picking up. Donghyuck slides in his key and turns it so the radio comes on, and the song that’s playing blares through the speakers so loudly that Jisung flinches.

“It’s fuckin’ cold,” Donghyuck suddenly mutters, reaching out to turn up the heat. Jisung flinches again, surprised to hear Donghyuck grumbling about the temperature all of a sudden when a few seconds ago, he sounded so… intense.

When Jisung finally dares to turn toward him, Donghyuck is already looking at him. His expression is… confusing. There’s a soft smile on his lips, but his eyes are so, so dark. Dark and trained on Jisung so intently he almost feels like a target.

Jisung swallows. “So what did you… want to talk abou—”

His question almost immediately morphs into a gasp. Before he can so much as blink, Donghyuck’s hands are grabbing his face, and his mouth is colliding with Jisung’s.

Huh?

Donghyuck’s lips start to move just as Jisung is processing the situation, and out of habit and something that he doesn’t want to think about, Jisung’s lips move, too.

He tilts his head and parts his lips, melting into the kiss quicker than he’d like to think about. Off the bat, it’s so much different than kissing the stranger in the club.

Kissing Donghyuck is like a reflex. It’s familiar. It’s also overwhelmingly fiery. Their entire relationship is. It’s too much too fast—but in a way that Jisung has grown addicted to.

He’s missed this. So he lets it happen.

He lets Donghyuck slide his tongue into his mouth like it belongs there, like it never left. He lets him nip at his lips and maneuver his head as he pleases. And he keeps up as best as he can, panting in between wet kisses but eagerly leaning back in for more. He’ll take as much as Donghyuck wants to give him.

When Donghyuck finally pulls back, there’s a pleased look on his face that makes Jisung’s heart skip a beat.

He then reaches to the side and pulls down the lever next to him, sliding the driver’s seat back. Jisung tilts his head and stares, puzzled by the sudden action.

“Come here,” Donghyuck says, patting his thighs.

Jisung’s skin flushes. Oh. 

Donghyuck wants him to...

Jisung’s stomach flips with excitement at the thought, but he can’t help but hesitate. He’s completely lost. 

Where is this all coming from? What is going on in Donghyuck’s head?

“But—” he croaks, then clears his throat. “But you said…”

We should stop doing this.

“I say a lot of shit, Jisung,” Donghyuck says flatly. He pats his lap again. “Come sit.”

Jisung’s face grows impossibly hotter, but he knows how to recognize when Donghyuck has made up his mind about something. So, like an idiot, he kicks off his shoes and climbs over the center console.

His movements are clumsy. He bumps his knee too hard and hisses, and he wobbles, and he nearly topples into Donghyuck’s lap. But Donghyuck catches him with steady arms and pulls him close, hands firm on his waist.

Jisung sits up on his knees, body stiff, trying not to put his weight on Donghyuck. Embarrassingly enough, he’s already half-hard in his jeans from the making out, and he doesn’t exactly want to make that obvious.

Apparently Donghyuck isn’t satisfied. “Sit,” he says. His tone leaves no room for argument.

Jisung slowly lowers himself onto Donghyuck’s lap, trying to ignore the heat that won’t stop flooding into his cheeks. He eyes his roommate’s lips pleadingly, wetting his own. He doesn’t mind being embarrassed, so long as he gets to have Donghyuck like this.

“Arms around my neck,” Donghyuck says next.

Jisung fights through his shyness and listens, reaching out and linking his hands behind Donghyuck’s head. He licks his lips again and leans in, hopeful.

“Good boy,” Donghyuck says, and Jisung now knows he’ll be rewarded. His eyes flutter shut as Donghyuck pecks his lips once, twice.

Then they fly back open when he reaches down and cups Jisung’s cock through his pants.

“W-Wh—” Jisung splutters, hips jerking. He lets out a whimper when Donghyuck presses his palm against his bulge, heat rapidly swirling in the pit of his stomach. “Hyung.”

Donghyuck’s hand is suddenly gone, then, drawing a second whimper out of Jisung. He turns down the radio until the music is nothing more than a faint hum in the background, then brings his attention back to Jisung.

“Want to hear your cute little noises,” he says, lips twitching into a smile before he presses them to Jisung’s again.

Just as their lips meet, Donghyuck reaches down and grabs Jisung’s clothed cock again. It has Jisung whining softly into the kiss and jerking his hips forward, silently begging for more. He opens his mouth for Donghyuck’s tongue and shivers when Donghyuck starts lifting his shirt.

“Hyung…” he repeats, the word mumbled directly against Donghyuck’s demanding mouth. 

Donghyuck pulls back and smiles at him. He stops teasing Jisung through his jeans and reaches up to instead run his thumb over Jisung’s spit-wet lips. With his other hand, he lifts the hem of Jisung’s shirt a little higher, up toward his midsection.

“You know you’re mine,” he murmurs. “Right, Jisung?”

Jisung’s brain falters.

He’s not Donghyuck’s… or he shouldn’t be. Donghyuck made it clear to him that there wasn’t anything special between them. He said it himself. They were only meant to be friends. 

He’s certainly not Jisung’s. He never will be. So why should Jisung be his?

Donghyuck’s eyes are on Jisung like two lasers, though, and they’re making his stomach twist in a way that nothing else can. He’s still lifting the hem of Jisung’s shirt, a silent promise—so long as Jisung tells him what he wants to hear.

Jisung tells him the truth.

“Yeah,” he croaks. “I know.”

Donghyuck’s lips twitch. “Good boy.”

A wobbly sigh leaves Jisung’s lips at the praise, but it morphs into a sharp gasp when Donghyuck pulls his shirt all the way up, like he’s trying to take it off.

“Wha—?” Jisung squeaks out, heart pounding. He quickly looks out the windows on either side of the car, scanning for any people in the parking lot.

“Relax, baby,” Donghyuck purrs. “Everyone’s inside. Even if they weren’t, they wouldn’t be able to see.”

Jisung makes a wounded noise, brain latching onto that one word. Baby.

Mindlessly, he lifts his arms and lets Donghyuck pull his shirt off his body.

“That’s a good boy,” Donghyuck whispers, smiling before he leans in to kiss Jisung again, properly this time.

Jisung melts into it more easily than breathing, hands settling on Donghyuck’s shoulders while Donghyuck’s slide up his toned stomach toward his chest. He lets Donghyuck slip his tongue into his mouth and map out his bare torso, shaking under his touch.

When Donghyuck starts thumbing at his nipples, though, Jisung malfunctions.

He lets out something like a squeal, hips jerking and mouth going lax. Donghyuck pulls away from the kiss and starts mouthing at the side of Jisung’s neck, right below his ear. At the same time, he rubs and flicks Jisung’s nipples, drawing small, choked whines from his throat.

“Oh, h-hyung…” Jisung breathes, throbbing in his jeans. He bites down on his lower lip and squeezes his eyes shut, overwhelmed.

Donghyuck presses a soft kiss to his earlobe. “You’re all mine, aren’t you, baby?”

He keeps rubbing and tugging, and Jisung all but wails. “Yes,” he gasps without thought. “Yes.”

Donghyuck’s hands suddenly drop down to Jisung’s lap, then. He caresses the skin above Jisung’s waistband with one of his thumbs and toys with the button to his jeans with his other hand.

“Can you say it?” he asks sweetly, pulling back to look Jisung in the eyes. “Say it, and hyung will make you feel better.”

Jisung whines, embarrassed. “Hyung,” he protests.

Donghyuck’s eyes light up. “C’mon, baby,” he coaxes. “Want to hear it.”

He undoes the button on Jisung’s jeans, and sooner than he would’ve liked to, Jisung cracks.

“I’m yours,” he says softly, shyly. Part of him aches as he says it, but the desperation in him is too overpowering. “I’m—I’m all yours.”

“That’s right.” Donghyuck kisses the side of his neck again, then murmurs against the shell of his ear, “What a good boy.”

Jisung’s responding whimper is lost in another kiss, granted to him by Donghyuck while he unzips Jisung’s jeans.

“Sit up for a sec,” Donghyuck says. “Let’s get you out of these pants.”

Jisung obeys, sitting up on his knees and holding onto the back of the driver’s seat with one hand while, with Donghyuck’s assistance, he shimmies his jeans down his thighs with his other hand. Part of him can’t believe this, that he’s letting Donghyuck strip him and toy with him in the parking lot of their favorite local bar, after cutting off their fling not even a month ago.

Part of him absolutely can.

“Keep going,” Donghyuck murmurs once Jisung’s jeans are down to his knees. “Off. All the way.”

Jisung’s face flames. Briefly, he wonders if Donghyuck is trying to send him into cardiac arrest, yet he finds himself obeying again. He clumsily kicks and tugs his jeans off until they’re flopping onto the car floor, leaving him in his boxers.

“Good,” Donghyuck says approvingly, offering Jisung another kiss. He soon pulls away, though, gaze dropping to Jisung’s boxers and focusing on the wet spot at the front, where the head of his cock strains against the fabric. “Oh, look at you.”

Donghyuck thumbs over the spot in a way that almost seems fascinated, smiling. “Always such a mess for me,” he murmurs, eliciting an embarrassed whimper from Jisung. He then adds, softly, “It’s okay, baby. It’s just me. You can make as much of a mess as you want.”

Jisung pushes his hips forward with an impatient sound, seeking out more of Donghyuck’s touch, only to be held still. Donghyuck grips his hip hard and shakes his head.

“Stay still,” he orders, though his voice is still sweet. “You’ll move when I tell you to, okay?”

Jisung nods meekly, dizzy from arousal. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep feeling Donghyuck’s skin on his.

Donghyuck connects their mouths and starts to touch him at the same time. He rubs and squeezes, teasing the tip of Jisung’s cock through his boxers until the wet patch expands and Jisung is whimpering into his mouth.

Jisung can barely keep up, head spinning and body thrumming. His hips twitch at even the slightest touch, though Donghyuck does a pretty good job keeping him still, giving his hip a squeeze every time he jerks.

It doesn’t take much, never does, for Jisung to become desperate.

“Please,” he chokes out between kisses, looping his arms around Donghyuck’s neck again and holding on tight. He’s trembling in Donghyuck’s lap, his sensitive cock aching for more stimulation. “Please, hyung.”

Donghyuck responds to his pleas with long, wet kisses. He sucks Jisung’s lower lip into his mouth and slides their tongues together, swallowing his impatient whines.

It becomes too much before long. Jisung pants against Donghyuck’s mouth, body practically vibrating from the effort to stay still. He breaks the kiss and moans when Donghyuck tightens his hold on his hip and strokes the wet head of his cock lightly through the damp fabric.

“Pl-Please,” he tries again.

Donghyuck gives him a pitying smile, then leans in and starts kissing down his throat, completely silent.

Jisung’s eyes water. “Hyung,” he whines desperately. His lower lip starts to wobble. “Donghyuck hyung, pl-please…” When Donghyuck cups his cock more firmly through his boxers, he cries out, voice choked. “Please. Please, I’ll…” He trails off, vision blurry with tears of frustration.

Finally, Donghyuck speaks. “You’ll what, baby?” he murmurs into Jisung’s neck.

Jisung whimpers, hot waves of embarrassment rolling over him. “I’ll do anything you want,” he croaks, voice wavering. “I’ll… I’ll be so good. I’ll be good for you.”

He almost cries in relief when Donghyuck pulls back to look at him.

“Oh, Jisung,” Donghyuck coos, scanning Jisung from his flushed face down to his ruined boxers. “Look how bad you need me.”

Jisung barely manages a weak whine. “Please?”

Donghyuck squeezes his hip and smiles, soft and adoring. “Poor thing, so worked up from nothing,” he says. “Take off your boxers for me, and I’ll make it better.”

Jisung burns all over at the request, at the concept of sitting in a fully-clothed Donghyuck’s lap fully naked—in his car. It’s absurd. It’s humiliating.

Without a word, Jisung sits up on his knees. Then, slowly, he peels off his boxers.

It’s difficult to take them off all the way with grace, and Donghyuck doesn’t try to help this time, simply watches while Jisung flushes under his stare. He eventually manages to kick them off, leaving him bare and achingly hard in Donghyuck’s lap.

He turns and looks out the window again, swallowing nervously. There doesn’t seem to be anyone around. Still, he’s more than a little mortified to find himself in this position. Willingly.

“Eyes on me, handsome,” Donghyuck murmurs. “I want you to straddle my thigh now, okay?”

Jisung’s breath catches in his throat. “Huh?”

Donghyuck smiles, reaching out to brush his fingers through Jisung’s hair. “My thigh,” he says slowly and firmly. “I’m not going to ask again.”

Jisung makes a quiet noise, cheeks searing from embarrassment. But like always, he does as Donghyuck desires.

Donghyuck shifts toward the side of the driver’s seat and parts his legs, giving Jisung just enough of a gap to straddle his thigh. If the driver’s seat were any smaller, it wouldn’t be possible. It’s barely possible now. Jisung has no room on either side, forcing him to put his full weight on Donghyuck. 

But he gasps as soon as he does, the press of his cock against Donghyuck’s grey pants making him quiver.

“That’s it,” Donghyuck praises, holding Jisung by the waist to keep him steady. “Do you know what to do next?”

Jisung shivers. His eyes gloss over with desperate tears again. He does know. He knows Donghyuck well.

Donghyuck wants him to hump his thigh. Rub his cock all over him while he watches.

“Hyung…” Jisung breathes. His stomach curls up so tight it’s almost painful.

“Tell me,” Donghyuck murmurs. “Actually—” He reaches up and lifts Jisung’s chin slightly with his fingers, stopping him from looking down or away. “Beg me.”

Jisung whines, reluctant to let Donghyuck keep drawing things out. “Hyung,” he repeats, voice barely audible. His cock twitches against Donghyuck’s pants, and it takes all the strength he has to stop from moving.

Donghyuck moves his hand so he’s cupping Jisung’s cheek. “Hm?”

Jisung tries to blink back his tears and exhales shakily. “Please,” he mumbles. “Can I…”

“Speak up, baby,” Donghyuck cuts in.

A tear finally slips out from the corner of Jisung’s eye. Donghyuck catches it with his thumb before Jisung can move a muscle, eyes sharp and dark.

Jisung takes a deep, steadying breath and tries again, louder. “Hyung, please… Can I please… Can I please ride your thigh?”

Donghyuck makes a sympathetic cooing noise that has another tear sliding down Jisung’s cheek. “Go ahead, handsome,” he says. “You promised you’d be good for me, so I’ll let you get off on my thigh.”

Jisung all but sobs in relief. He doesn’t waste another second, grabbing the front of Donghyuck’s shirt tight and finally, finally moving. He gasps at the first rock of his hips, the drag of his cock against Donghyuck’s pants sending something electric spiraling through him.

“O-Oh,” he breathes, already overwhelmed beyond belief. He repeats his movements again and again, rutting against Donghyuck’s thigh and moaning high in his throat at the friction.

More tears slip down his cheeks, this time from relief. His cock is leaking, darkening the fabric of Donghyuck’s pants, but he can’t bring himself to stop moving now that he’s been given permission to.

“You’re so needy,” Donghyuck comments. “Look at you. So, so desperate for me.”

Jisung falls forward, pressing his face against Donghyuck’s neck. “Fuck,” he whines, hips faltering. The friction is good, but it’s not quite enough. He’s growing frustrated again.

Donghyuck’s hands slide down to squeeze his ass. “Keep going, Jisung.”

Jisung’s hips continue to move on impulse. He moans brokenly into Donghyuck’s skin, fisting the front of his shirt.

“Good boy,” Donghyuck says encouragingly. “Just like that.”

Just then, Donghyuck’s phone buzzes twice. At least, Jisung thinks it’s Donghyuck’s—his own phone is on the floor in his jeans pocket. His movements halt for a moment, but he’s getting closer, closer, so he ignores the sound and keeps rocking his hips.

What he can’t ignore, though, is one of Donghyuck’s hands leaving his ass, followed by the sound of typing.

Jisung freezes his grinding and pulls away from Donghyuck’s neck, disbelieving. 

But, sure enough, Donghyuck is holding his phone with one hand—and texting.

“Hyung,” Jisung whines, appalled. He tugs on Donghyuck’s shirt. “What the hell?”

He rocks his hips again, trying to remind Donghyuck where he is and who’s in his lap doing what. The stimulation has him crying out, high and needy, and it’s enough for Donghyuck to turn his attention back to him.

“Oh, baby.” He squeezes Jisung’s ass with the hand that’s still on him. “Hang on just a sec. Renjun’s texting.”

Jisung’s stomach twists, and not in a positive way. Yet he somehow feels even more desperate for Donghyuck’s full attention now.

“Hyung!” he repeats, frustrated. He pulls on Donghyuck’s shirt again and whimpers pleadingly, hot tears rolling down his face. “Please.”

“Shhh,” Donghyuck hushes, kneading Jisung’s ass like he’s trying to soothe him. It doesn’t work. Jisung, worked up and now fed up, lets out something like a growl and yanks Donghyuck in for a heated kiss, hands tight on either side of his face.

It’s frantic, wet, and a total mess. Donghyuck easily accepts the kiss at first, letting Jisung take what he needs, but before long, he pulls away and laughs softly against Jisung’s mouth.

“Cute,” he whispers, pecking Jisung’s lips and causing his heart to stutter. “You want me all to yourself, don’t you?”

Jisung is ashamed that Donghyuck knows the truth. Still, he nods. “Yes,” he whispers. He’s beyond desperate.

Donghyuck finally puts his phone back down and shifts his weight, pushing Jisung further up his thigh. Before Jisung can return to rutting against him, though, Donghyuck suddenly spits into his hand and wraps it around his cock.

“Oh—!” Jisung cries out, hips pushing forward. Donghyuck hushes him but at the same time gives him fast, tight strokes that have his stomach swooping and toes curling. “H-Hyung…”

Jisung moans desperately when Donghyuck moves his hand to focus on the tip. He shakes in Donghyuck’s lap, tears of pleasure streaming down his face. Donghyuck slides his hand that’s on his ass to his lower back and rubs soothing circles into his skin, but it’s no use. Jisung is too wound up, beyond help.

It only takes a handful of strokes for his orgasm to start creeping up on him. “Hyung. Donghyuck hyung, I’m gonna…” he gasps, tossing his head back and pawing at Donghyuck’s shirt. “Oh, I’m close, please don’t stop.”

Donghyuck huffs amusedly. “No? You don’t want me to stop?” he taunts, slowing his strokes just enough to have Jisung crying out in alarm.

“No, hyung, please!” Jisung sobs, hips bucking. “Please, I can’t, please let me—”

Donghyuck shuts him up with a kiss, free hand curling around the back of his neck. He speeds up his hand again, giving Jisung a few rough, rushed strokes, and that’s all it takes.

Jisung’s orgasm strikes him hard. He lets out a string of desperate whimpers as he comes, trembling and releasing all over Donghyuck’s tight fist. Pleasure courses through him in quick, intense waves, leaving him lightheaded.

Donghyuck keeps touching him through it, stroking until Jisung’s sobbing and pushing at his wrist, then finally slows his hand. “Shhh, there you go, all better,” he murmurs sweetly, kissing Jisung’s wet cheeks and petting the back of his head.

Jisung sniffles and whimpers when Donghyuck pulls his hand away, blushing at the mess of cum dripping down his wrist and onto his pants.

“Fuck,” Donghyuck hisses, then laughs. “Look at the mess you made.”

Jisung smacks his chest, hot all over. “You made me do it,” he accuses. “This was your idea.”

“I think you enjoyed yourself, though, no?” Donghyuck teases, flashing Jisung a smile and using his clean hand to rummage through the compartment next to his seat. “Oh, fuck. I don’t have any more tissues in here.”

Jisung is about to roll his eyes and call Donghyuck an idiot, no longer afraid to talk back now that all the tension and desperation has left his body. But then Donghyuck raises his cum-covered hand toward Jisung and pushes Jisung’s head forward with his other hand, and—oh.

“Hyung,” Jisung whines, mortified, but before he can stop himself, leans in and drags his tongue up the trail of cum dripping down the side of Donghyuck’s hand.

Donghyuck’s lips tug into a small smile. He watches Jisung with half-lidded eyes, murmuring yeah, that’s it as Jisung clutches his wrist and laps up his own release. Jisung’s ears feel like they’re on fire as he cleans Donghyuck’s hand, but the look Donghyuck is giving him is worth it.

He’s looking at Jisung like he’s something to be desired. Like he is desired. Like he’s the only thing on Donghyuck’s mind, like nothing else matters to him right now.

Jisung forgot what it was like to feel so wholly wanted by Donghyuck. He missed it. Fuck, he missed it.

And now that he finally has that feeling back, he refuses to let it go. He won’t. He can’t.

Donghyuck finally breaks the silence, pulling Jisung out of his wild, spiraling thoughts. “Put your clothes back on, baby,” he says gently, patting Jisung’s ass. “Renjun and Jeno are getting ready to leave soon.” He squeezes Jisung’s hip, then, something equally enchanting and terrifying flashing in his eyes. “And you and I have more talking to do at home.”