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"I only exist to fall,"
"Habits like the ghost of god," Changbin murmurs from the desk in their studio, his thick fingers tapping against the pen tangled between them, tip tapping against a sheet of notebook paper.
"I'll just walk to earth until I'm gone," Jisung laughs, rolling over on the couch he currently lay on. The cold leather causes him to sigh, his black shorts, an article of clothing he wouldn't wear anywhere other than the studio he and his band member are in, riding up his thigh. The thunder outside crackles in the night as the two of them continue to talk to one another. They spend nights like this together all the time, at the times when Chan is out with the other members, keeping them busy while the two of them "work," the warm lights in the studio masking the darkness outside.
They haven't gotten any lyrics down in weeks.
"Feeling homesick?"
Jisung scoffs, causing the other to chuckle. Changbin knows more about Jisung's family than most people, due to how close the two of them are, but Changbin eases how everything makes him feel and cracks a light joke here and there, even when it's in the most inappropriate spot. But he loves that about the man.
But no, Jisung will not be feeling homesick. He hasn't felt homesick in the past nine years, and he doesn't plan on beginning now.
He rolls over to his side, hiking one of his legs up and running his small hands down his hip and thigh, looking up to find the other's eyes staunched onto his skin. Changbin blushes a little as their eyes meet. He hums, as he's used to it.
The two have been sleeping together for weeks, after all.
But that's a story for another time.
"Whatcha looking at?" He questions, his voice pitched lower and he runs his two fingers down his side, stopping to grope his thigh. The thunder crackles again, but Changbin doesn't seem to notice it, the man's eyes are glued to him, where he rolls over to his back and stretches. Changbin chuckles, the sound sending rifles of allure down Jisung's back. Something about how Changbin can just say a word a certain way, or make a specific sound, just gets him all riled up.
"Oh, what do you think?" Changbin's voice is lower than it was mere moments ago, his eyes attached to the brown pool in Jisung's. "Because there's a pretty boy over on the couch that seems to be testing his limits tonight."
"Limits? Didn't know I had any of those," Jisung giggles, sitting up. His thighs stick to the leather as he moves to stand next, Changbin's mouth cocked in the slightest smirk. "Besides, shouldn't we be working?" He stretches his arms above his head, the dark shirt he's wearing climbing up his side.
"Then come get to work."
Those words were enough for him to move his ass over to the other, who grabbed him by the waist and stood up to meet his height, kicking the chair backwards. The two of them stood there for a second, and Changbin smirked, Jisung's head already slightly cocked to the left out of habit. He sneaked his arms around the other man's neck and pulled their mouths closer to each other's. They stood there again, Jisung's head running miles an hour, his heart racing against his chest, against Changbin's, their breaths flexing against one another's. It felt right to stand there with the raven.
Something was heavy between them; the air was thick and hot. He felt the tension against his abdomen, where butterflies fluttered around and aroused his lower regions. He felt a soft noise escape his lips as Changbin's hands gripped his waist harder, yet not hard enough to leave a mark.
"Who's gonna make the first move?" He asks.
Changbin smiles at that, and it makes his cheeks heat up at the sight. The small, smirk of the raven's lip causes his knees to buckle slightly.
"I believe it was me that made the first move," Jisung whispers.
"Then get to it."
Instead of leaning in closer, like he so desperately felt the need to do again; to put his mouth against Changbin's, feel the heat of his tongue against his own and understand every portion of the man's body, he heard the man whisper, "Still just band mates?"
He didn't want to answer that, the thought of it making his mind swirl. Instead, he connected their lips hard, getting a small growl from Changbin that had him smirking into the kiss. And when they kissed, there was no room for air; it was like their mouths were fit for one another's and the concept of breathing flew out the picture. Changbin's hands creeped down slowly, to the point where, in the midst of making out, Jisung grabbed them and pushed them further down, pulling them back to grab at his ass. Changbin groaned into the kiss as his hands squeezed the muscle on Jisung's ass, feeling the younger move his hands up to wring around his neck again. Jisung made a noise and pulled away, the two of them stumbling toward the wall.
"Are you gonna fuck me tonight?"
"Are you gonna answer any of my questions?"
Jisung groaned, backing up entirely and shoving his shorts down to the ground, revealing a skimpy pair of purple underwear, outlining the skin above his cunt. He stepped out of the clothing and hissed as his foot got caught, Changbin immediately reaching out and grabbing to catch him. The two fall back onto the couch, Jisung's hands hiding his face as the older chuckles. There's a moment of silence before Changbin remembers what their agreement had been weeks ago.
So, instead of comforting his bandmate, he traced two of his thick fingers down the latter's bare thigh, leaning over to suck against his collarbone. The man's fingers fell, lightly rubbing against his scandalous underwear. He pathetically shutters and moans, covering his face and lifting his hips up to meet Changbin's fingers. Changbin's fingers reach upward more, touching the spot that has Jisung groaning and arching his back, until the raven's lips are shut against his own and they're both groaning.
"Take them off," Changbin whispers, biting down just under his ear.
And he eagerly does so, revealing himself to Changbin, who lowly moans and kneels upward on the leather, one hand on the belt of his jeans, the other on the arm. Jisung gets the hint and moves to unbuckle the belt, kicking away his underwear somewhere in the studio and moans at the thought of seeing the older's dick.
He pulls Changbin's dick out of its place and moans, clenching at the thought of the raven's thickness inside of him.
Before he can continue to think about anything, a hand is placed in his freshly-shampooed hair, gripping him hard and pressing his face against Changbin's thigh. He whimpers and turns his head, letting his tongue lick a stripe of saliva along his shaft. Changbin hums and rings his fingers in his hair more.
"Fuck, Jisung."
Jisung moans, holding his hands to grip Changbin's thighs as he moves his head to see eye to tip with the raven's dick. He looks up and makes eye contact with a glossy-eyed Changbin before sticking out his tongue and making his mouth wide as he slides down on his dick. The fingers in his hair grip him tightly and he whimpers, feeling his hole clench at the thought of the older manhandling him.
He's always had a thing for watching Changbin's bulky appearance.
Changbin tosses his head back above him, shoving his face down the raven's dick as he brings his cheeks in and laps his tongue around. Changbin grunts and thrusts into his mouth, and before he can control anything, the older is speeding up, holding the back of his head with one hand and the couch with his other. He watches as the man's stomach tenses, fucking his face.
It's the hottest thing they've done in a while, and Jisung's loving every moment of it. He whimpers and chokes lewdly, bobbing his head best he can. Changbin's loose breaths catch his attention as he slowly begins to taste the small amount of pre cum leaking from the raven's tip.
Changbin's hand is pulling his head back and all he can do is to look up, his breath smacking the raven's dick and making him hiss. Jisung smirks but it's soon wiped off by being shoved down against the couch. He moans, tossing his head against the arm rest and letting Changbin's hands come down to manhandle him. The older is laying above him, his smirk devilish around his lips.
"You look so pretty beneath me, Sungie."
He moans at the words and feels Changbin's knee come to rest between his legs. He pushes against it, biting down on his lip to stop the noise from coming out as it touches him the right way. A hand comes down to caress his face, rubbing against the skin of his cheek to the point butterflies are swarming his stomach. His eyes widen slightly, and Changbin smiles. That type of smile that boys do when they don't want anything, just wanna watch. He hears a vague whimper that probably came from him.
"Kiss me," he whispers.
Changbin wastes no time until their lips are connected, Jisung's arms reaching up to grasp at the raven's hair, pressing his body up until they were chest to chest. Changbin made a noise similar to a growl and bit down on his lower lip, enticing a moan to slip from his throat and the kiss to get more heated.
Kissing between them felt right; it felt like they were always meant to kiss, as if their mouths fell together in the perfect motions for a reason.
Jisung groaned, taking one of his hands to reach down the older's shirt. He pushes it up, head rising as he tries to keep their lips connected. Changbin's practically straddling him as he sits up right, slipping his shirt off and throwing it somewhere across the room. It lands with a thud that has Jisung's knees shaking, his lower half soaked in something he's gotten used to recently. Something that only Changbin's been able to make him feel. And god was it a feeling.
"Damn it, Sung."
With the growl Changbin spit at him, looking him dead in the eyes, he's promptly flipped around, hands groping his hips and pulling them upward. He's then face down ass up on the couch with a very hard man behind him; Changbin's erection prominent through the thin pants he's wearing. Jisung whimpers, hiding his face in his arms and pushing his ass back, getting a hand slapping his cheek in return.
The sting has something warm bubbling in his stomach.
"Fuck me, please."
"Keep saying please and I'll do more than that," Changbin groans.
Jisung feels Changbin's hands move him around a little bit, he hears the shuffling of clothes as the older slips out of his pants, or more likely pulls them down far enough to do what he wants done. There's a crinkling sound, then Changbin's fingers come rubbing up him and he almost comes on spot. He gasps, pushing back to the feeling and moaning as Changbin finds his clit with two fingers, the other hand working a condom onto himself.
The thing is, Jisung's not a virgin. Not whatsoever. He hadn't had sex with anyone before Changbin, yeah, but with as much as they've been going at it, he definitely couldn't be classified as anything but needy. And for Changbin, Jisung is the neediest little fuck anyone could picture. He's begged on his knees, even kissed the raven's shoes for crying out loud. But, there is one thing he can't get used to.
Changbin is fucking huge.
Not the average big either, no, he's thicker. The man's cock glistens four inches out of his throat even when it's touching the back of his neck, and Jisung's fingers just touch one another when wrapped around him. So, when Changbin's rolling his dick across Jisung's folds, pushing his hips ever so slightly, reaching where he needs the man to be so desperately, Jisung can't do anything but fold. He's a whimpering mess as Changbin smacks his dick against his ass cheek, getting a gush of something out of him. It trickles down his thigh and Changbin groans, probably seeing it.
He normally has more to say than tonight, Jisung notes. But that thought is soon forgotten as Changbin grabs his hips with one hand and leans down to be next to his ear.
"Ready, pretty?"
He moans and nods. "Yeah, fuck me, please."
Changbin's dick is suddenly at his entrance and he's closing his eyes, pushing back to grasp around the man's tip. It slips in and he whimpers at the stretch, but he likes it like this. Forced.
There's a crackle of thunder and some footsteps in the hallway as Changbin slides even further into him, pushing very slowly and forcefully. He feels the stretch of his walls burn but he just moans, pushing back. Eventually, Changbin's dick touches the end of his insides and he whimpers, but the man's hips lean forward even more until there's a bulge under Jisung's stomach, and Changbin's hips are flush against his ass. He moans, tossing his head to the side and looking back.
Changbin's eyes are glued to where their bodies join, a glossy, heavy look in the raven's dark eyes. He matches it, circling his hips loosely. Changbin moans, sending a slap against his ass before he begins to move slowly. All he does is pull out some and push back in maybe two inches total, but the feeling of him going back and forth inside of him causes Jisung to whimper, his eyes crossing heavily. It's heavenly, but it hurts like shit.
It hurts good though.
Changbin pushes back out some more and Jisung lets out a loud moan, his hips involuntarily finding their way back to Changbin's hips, slipping him farther in. It feels so fucking good. Changbin hold the position for a minute, until he gives him the go ahead and Changbin's suddenly, very quickly, pulling out.
Then Changbin thrusts back in and everything breaks loose.
Jisung's on the edge by the fifth thrust and can feel everything inside his abdomen tighten, his hips pushing back to meet flush with Changbin's, whose fucking him roughly. They've never been the type of duo to have slow, sensual sex. No, Jisung likes it hard and fast, rough, pulling-hair type of sex; and that's exactly what Changbin knows how to do.
A hand is placed in his hair and his head is tugged back, the raven's body finding a swift pace to stick to as Jisung's lips part to allow noises to slip out. He's a moaning mess, he can hear the smack of their skin together, and can feel his wetness slicking up both of their parts and down his thighs.
Changbin gets him so wet.
He whimpers, bringing one of his hands to his clit and rubbing himself as Changbin pushes so deep inside him his vision goes slightly black. Noises he can't control are slipping out of his mouth and Changbin's grunts fill the room, but their sweaty bodies stick together. The raven's hips meeting his hard.
He comes undone a minute later, moaning into the couch and fucking backwards onto the older. Changbin's not far behind, he can tell from the sporadic thrusts a few moments afterwards, his walls clenching around the man's heat and pumping the release out of him.
Changbin grabs his chin and pulls his face over, and suddenly they're kissing. And that's new, because they've never kissed while fucking before in this position, and it's a lot more intimate than he would've thought it would be. But he goes with it, moaning at the overstimulation and letting himself milk the raven inside him.
He comes undone a few seconds after they begin kissing, filling up the condom inside of Jisung.
Jisung's vision goes black as Changbin pulls out, and he falls down, his body crushing the cushions of the couch. Changbin groans, pumping his dick before slipping the condom off and throwing it in the bin. Then the raven's sitting next to him, pulling him up, and before he can rebuttal his way out of it, they're cuddling.
Changbin's hands wrap around him and he could almost purr. But the two of them don't cuddle without it leading to something hotter. So, he stands up and looks around for his underwear.
But then there's a creak that has both of their bodies in flight mode and their eyes glued upward.
"Uh, am- am I interrupting something?"
Chan stands at the door with a bag of something in his hand, his eyes glued to Jisung's shaven midsection. Jisung spins around and Changbin mutters a couple curses under his breath. "No," Jisung manages to whimper.
He can hear Chan's hum, and the bag thumping against the floor.
"Well, care to fucking explain why I just walked in on my bandmates half naked together? I don't even wanna ask about what's different with you, Sung." Chan half threatens in a tone of voice that has Jisung looking at the floor. Tears swell up in his eyes lightly.
"Don't be a fucking ass," Changbin states, standing up, tugging his pants in the process. "And frankly, it's none of your business."
"None of my business?"
"Yeah," Changbin steps closer and it catches his attention. But Chan definitely doesn't back down to his younger bandmate, instead, the elder stands taller and raises an eyebrow. The two men stand at each other's throats for a few seconds before Changbin hums.
"It's none of your business, Hyung." Jisung whispers.
Chan's attention is suddenly on him, and he can feel the man's eyes scroll up and down his half nude body as though he were a mere object. The feeling has something stirring at his gut, and something along the lines of guilt tearing at his eyes.
"Don't cry," Chan suddenly whispers, stepping closer to him. He lets the older engulf him in a hug, but stands still as stone. "But can I get some answers?"
He shakes his head. He can't even give Changbin answers on how he feels, how is he supposed to give his leader answers, too?
"How about a dinner date?"