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Jisung can’t breathe, air caught somewhere between his mouth and his lungs.

Chenle’s lips shine with spit and Jisung’s precum. His eyes are dark and unforgiving. “What’s that look for?” he teases.

Jisung is right at the edge, and he knows Chenle can see that. Still, he tells him what he wants to hear. “Close…”

“Oh, really?” Chenle grips the base of Jisung’s cock tighter, kisses the wet tip. When Jisung fails to stifle a whimper, he smiles. “Did you want to come?”

The words send Jisung’s stomach into a frenzy. Chenle’s phrasing makes it sound like there’s a chance that he won’t let it happen, maybe at all.

Is he still mad that Jisung didn’t come home last night?

“Yes?” Jisung tries, voice squeaky and unsure. His hips jerk forward, seeking the heat of Chenle’s mouth again, only to be held still against the bed.

“Hm,” is all Chenle offers him in response. With a warning look that speaks for itself, he goes back to sucking.

“Ohshit,” Jisung gasps, eyes falling shut. Chenle’s mouth is warm and deliciously tight around his cock, and he’s bobbing his head faster than he was before. Maybe he’ll let Jisung come after all.

Jisung mewls when he sucks hard at the tip, body fighting against his secure hold. Sometimes if Jisung is good, Chenle will let him fuck his throat, but today, it seems like he wants all control.

Jisung will let him have it. He’ll let him have anything he wants.

He’s approaching the edge within a minute. Chenle hasn’t stopped sucking or moving his head for a second since he took Jisung back into his mouth, breathing deep through his nose to avoid suffocating, and Jisung is only so strong.

“Chenle, ’m…” he moans, fisting the bedsheets at his sides. “Oh, god, I—”

His head spins with arousal, and his stomach knots with it. His vision is starting to blur with tears of pleasure, each firm suck and brush of Chenle’s tongue stoking the fire inside his gut.

Chenle pulls off.

Jisung gasps as the cold air hits his cock, as his building orgasm retreats. “Wha—?” he cries, clutching the sheets so tightly his fingers cramp.

“What?” Chenle replies with faux innocence. “Did you really think I was going to let you?”

Jisung’s eyes well with fresh tears. “M-Maybe?”

Chenle laughs, soft and degrading. “Maybe,” he echoes. He presses another sloppy kiss to the tip of Jisung’s cock. Jisung aches for more of his touch, but he doesn’t move—because Chenle hasn’t told him to. “Maybe.”

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Jisung tugs at the satin looping around his wrists, and a whine tumbles out of him before he can stop it.

The image in front of him is too much.

Chenle kneels just far enough that Jisung wouldn’t be able to reach him even if his hands weren’t tied. He lets out a soft sigh with every pump of his fingers as he stretches himself, eyelashes fluttering.

“Chenle,” Jisung pleads, though he doesn’t know what he’s asking for. He just wants Chenle, all of him, or as much of him as he can get.

Chenle sucks his lower lip into his mouth and gazes down at where Jisung lies squirming. He’s wobbling a little, clearly affected even though it’s his own fingers filling him up.

“I’m almost ready,” he breathes after a minute, eyes falling shut and knees sliding apart. Jisung wants him like he’s never wanted anything.

“Okay,” Jisung says. That’s all he says—because he isn’t sure how to tell Chenle that he wants to swallow his being without it sounding strange.

Chenle finally pulls his fingers out of himself with a whimper, and Jisung’s cock twitches against his stomach. Chenle’s eyes slowly open, then, and land on the small pool of precum coating Jisung’s skin.

“God, you’re so hard,” he whispers. He sounds more awed than amused, but Jisung flushes, anyway.

A downright feral sound leaves Jisung’s throat when Chenle recoats his fingers in lube and wraps them around his cock to slick him up. “Fuck,” he gasps, hips spasming and wrists straining against the satin.

“Stay still,” Chenle tells him, but there’s a small smile on his lips. He’s always been bad at hiding how much he enjoys Jisung’s desperation. “Wrists okay?”

“Good,” Jisung rushes. “Perfect.”

Chenle snorts at his overly eager response, but he finally moves to straddle Jisung’s lap. It isn’t until he has Jisung’s cock in his hand again that he murmurs, “Want me to grab a condom?”

Jisung makes a protesting noise. “No,” he chokes out, forcing his hips still. “Not unless you want one.”

Chenle gives him a pleased smile, then without a word, lines Jisung’s cock up with his hole. His eyes darken at the shaky whimper that leaves Jisung’s mouth as he guides the tip inside. Jisung’s hands fight against the satin restraints again, and Chenle’s smile grows.

“Bet you wish you could touch me,” he teases, moaning prettily as he sinks down on Jisung’s cock. His head tips back, and his mouth falls open, and Jisung thinks to himself that there are a lot of Chenle-related things that he’d wish for.

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Chenle laughs around a mouthful of caramel ice cream and nudges Jisung with his elbow. “Get away from me,” he teases after he swallows. “I don’t have enough for you.”

“Come on,” Jisung pleads, leaning back into Chenle’s space like a magnet. “Just a taste?”

“It’s not my fault you dropped yours,” Chenle mutters. He looks down into his cup. There’s barely a spoonful left.

“You’re heartless, Chenle,” Jisung whines, crossing his arms.

Chenle huffs and rolls his eyes at the insult. He glances into his cup again. “Fine,” he relents, scooping up the mostly-melted ice cream and holding out his spoon.

Jisung’s eyes widen. “Really?” he checks, eyes flickering between Chenle’s face and the spoon. He leans forward but makes no move to accept the spoonful.

“Dude, hurry!” Chenle cries, groaning when the ice cream starts to slide off the spoon. In a panic, he cups his free hand underneath it and catches the melted droplets so they don’t drip onto his couch. “Oh my god, just take it!”

Jisung rushes to obey, dipping down and taking the spoon into his mouth. His eyes flutter shut, and he lingers for so long that Chenle almost thinks he’s trying to eat the spoon, too.

“Mm,” he hums as he pulls off, eyes opening. Chenle tenses up at the noise, somewhat flustered.

“Why are you moaning? It’s just ice cream,” he laughs. He places the spoon down and grimaces at his other hand. “And it got all over my fingers. Look.”

“It’s good,” Jisung murmurs, eyeing Chenle’s hand. Just as Chenle is debating on wiping the sticky substance on his jeans, Jisung grabs him by the wrist. “Here.”

Chenle raises his eyebrows, confused. But then Jisung brings his hand up high, high enough to reach his mouth, and Chenle realizes in a heartbeat what’s happening.

“What—” is all he manages to choke out before Jisung licks his hand, tongue dragging up the trail the ice cream left.

Chenle swallows hard, body frozen and mind racing. The rational part of his brain is telling him to yank his hand away and laugh off this entire interaction, but the irrational part is winning.

It’s telling him to wait and see what happens next.

Jisung keeps licking for the next few seconds, working his way up to Chenle’s fingertips, then pauses. Now completely still, his eyes shift over to Chenle. Chenle expects to see some extent of horror on his face as realization sinks in. Humiliation, regret. 

He sees none of that.

Jisung’s eyes are lit up, and the only sign of embarrassment is a slight flush to his cheeks. “It’s good,” he repeats. He sounds a little sheepish, but he boldly tacks on, “Can I keep going?”

Chenle’s mind feels scattered in a way it’s never felt before. His mouth opens and closes, but even after seconds pass, he isn’t sure what to say.

So, out of sheer curiosity and probably something else, he nods.

Jisung unfreezes as soon as he does. Eyes dropping back to Chenle’s hand, he parts his lips and guides Chenle’s pointer finger past them.

He moves with caution, slowly taking Chenle’s finger further into his mouth. Chenle doesn’t move a muscle, afraid to even breathe too hard.

He can’t stop the shudder that passes through him, though, or the gasping breath he takes, when Jisung starts sucking.

“Shit,” he chokes out. He watches in amazement as Jisung’s eyes fall shut, as he hums around Chenle’s finger like he did when he was tasting the ice cream. Chenle is pretty certain there’s no trace of sweetness left on his skin, so…

What the fuck, exactly, is going on here?

Jisung’s eyes eventually open again, and he pulls off, giving Chenle a dazed look. Chenle’s lips part, but words fail him a second time.

He doesn’t even have time to try and think of anything to say, though, before Jisung wraps his lips around two fingers, suddenly.

Eyes fixed on Chenle’s face now, Jisung bobs his head and sucks gently on his fingers. Chenle can feel his skin burn from the tips of his ears down the entire length of his body. He’s gone rigid by this point, aside from his fingers, which twitch on Jisung’s tongue.

Jisung takes deep breaths through his nose, eyelids drooping. He takes Chenle’s fingers in even further, toward his throat, and instead of gagging or choking or pulling off, he—

He moans.

Chenle shudders so hard it feels like he’s vibrating. His face must give away that he’s officially overwhelmed past his limit, because Jisung’s eyes open fully again, like he’s regaining awareness. He pulls off of Chenle's fingers with a pop and releases his wrist, then offers him a small, guilty smile.

Though his insides are twisted into knots, Chenle somehow manages an awkward laugh. “Better than the ice cream?” he jokes. It’s a ridiculous attempt at turning the atmosphere back to normal, and it fails immediately.

Because all Jisung responds with is Mhm, and then his eyes drop down to Chenle’s lap, where he’s visibly straining against his jeans. He suddenly looks hungrier than he did before Chenle fed him the ice cream.

It seems that he wants to taste something else now, something more than melted caramel. Chenle’s hands clutch his knees, one of them wet with Jisung’s spit and both of them shaking.

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They’ve been kissing for so long that Jisung’s mouth can hardly keep up anymore, but he’d rather die than stop.

Chenle’s lips are soft against his, softer than he ever could’ve imagined. His tongue is hot and wet in Jisung’s mouth, and his hands are up to no good where they slide under Jisung’s shirt.

Jisung pulls back to gasp for air, pressing the tips of their noses together and squeezing his eyes shut. He really doesn’t want to stop, not even a little, but he definitely needs a second to get it together.

Chenle’s eager mouth, his wandering hands, the soft noises he makes between kisses… All of it’s bad for Jisung.

All of it’s bad for the inside of his boxers.

“You wanna stop?” Chenle murmurs, breath warm against Jisung’s swollen lips.

“N-No.” Jisung rushes to open his eyes. He moves his hands from Chenle’s shoulders to cup his jaw, and his heart stutters when Chenle melts into his touch.

Chenle’s face is dark with desire. “No?”

Jisung shakes his head for emphasis. No, he definitely does not want to stop. He wonders if Chenle even realizes that he’s been hard and leaking for the past hour.

Maybe it’s best if he doesn’t. They’re already crossing enough lines right now as it is.

“Tell me what you want,” Chenle presses. “Use your words.”

Jisung’s cock throbs in his boxers. He lets out a pathetic noise, something like a whimper. “I want to keep going,” he says, words shaky. He runs his fingers desperately over Chenle’s wet lips. “Please?”

Chenle presses forward into his touch, so Jisung keeps going, tracing Chenle’s gorgeous mouth over and over. He’s just about to start begging, really begging, when Chenle parts his lips and takes Jisung’s thumb into his mouth, and Jisung freezes.

Eyes dark as coal and trained on Jisung’s, Chenle starts to suck at the tip of his thumb. His lips tighten around it. His tongue swipes across it. His teeth graze it.

Jisung’s hips jerk.

Chenle’s eyes widen, like he wasn’t expecting that reaction from Jisung. Maybe he wasn’t. Jisung starts to shrink in shame, but then Chenle surprises him again.

He pulls his mouth off Jisung’s thumb, grabs his hand, and then guides his pointer and middle fingers in.

“Oh—” Jisung breathes. He can hear his heart pounding in his ears. He doesn’t dare to move a muscle as Chenle sinks down on his fingers, wetting them almost completely.

Chenle watches his face carefully, eyes half-lidded. Jisung isn’t sure what shows on his face, but it must encourage Chenle, because he starts to suck again.

Jisung makes a choked noise, part-confused, part-aroused. His face is hotter than it was when he moaned mid-kiss earlier. He can’t bring himself to do anything except watch, though, as Chenle all but slobbers on his fingers. His muscles are so tense it’s almost painful.

Chenle’s eyes flutter shut for a few seconds, and he sinks further down, taking Jisung’s fingers all the way to his throat. He lets out a muffled groan once they’re all the way in, and Jisung’s body betrays him.

He comes on the spot, body writhing and eyes watering as he releases into his boxers. He manages to clamp down on his lower lip and at least somewhat stifle the string of whimpers bubbling out of him, but it’s not enough.

Chenle’s eyes fly open. He slowly pulls Jisung’s fingers out of his mouth. “Did you just…?”

Jisung’s entire body flames with embarrassment. “I…” He can’t bring himself to utter the words. They both know, anyway.

Chenle stares him down, undeniably shocked. Jisung’s eyes start to water. He should’ve put an end to this much sooner. Really, he shouldn’t have let it start at all. He should’ve kept his selfish urges on a short leash, pushed down his desire to have Chenle to himself. What’s the point of finally having what he’s been longing for if he’s going to ruin everything in the end?

His panicked thoughts come to a sudden halt when Chenle reaches for the waistband of his jeans. He toys with the button, pupils large and locked on Jisung.

“Can I see?”

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Shame creeps through Jisung’s veins, but in the end, want overpowers it.

He lets out a shaky breath when he slides his hand into his shorts and cups himself through his boxers. It only takes a handful of strokes for him to harden fully. Of course, if Chenle were here, it’d only take a look.

Chenle is currently in his room, fast asleep while Jisung lies in his own bed and touches himself. Jisung has wanted him for days, but he feels too guilty to initiate anything. Chenle has been exhausted lately. He needs a nap a lot more than he needs Jisung.

Still, Jisung is starting to lose his mind.

He dares to let out a soft moan when he starts rubbing the tip of his cock through the material of his underwear, throwing his other arm over his eyes. His bed smells like Chenle. It always does, but his scent hits Jisung harder than ever now. It reminds him of the last time they went further than soft kisses, Chenle laid out bare in Jisung’s bed, red all over, face scrunched up in pleasure—

“Fuck,” Jisung breathes, lifting his hips off the bed to fuck into his palm. Precum seeps through the front of his boxers, but he doesn’t bother to take them off. Instead, he teases himself the same way Chenle does when he’s fed up.

He remembers the last time Chenle edged him and moans a little louder.

Panting, he grips himself harder through his boxers and gives himself slow strokes. It’s not enough stimulation to get him off. At least, it shouldn’t be.

But with Chenle haunting every corner of his mind, it just might be. He thinks about Chenle clenching around his cock, Chenle crying out as he comes. Chenle’s tongue pressed inside him, Chenle’s lips exploring him.

“Chenle,” he whines without thinking. He clamps down on his lower lip, ashamed, but when he finally speeds up his hand, it’s impossible to hold down the whimpers that rise in his throat.

Then again, Chenle sleeps like he’s dead. That’s why Jisung doesn’t worry much when he tightens his fist and lets out a string of whimpers. Or when he teases his tip and moans Chenle’s name a second time.

That’s why he jerks like he was electrocuted when he hears his own name.

“Jisung.”

Chenle’s voice is soft and unreadable and way too close. Close like inside Jisung’s room close. When Jisung is finished jumping out of his skin, he yanks his arm off of his eyes and looks up to check. Maybe he’s imagining things.

He’s not. Chenle is standing in the doorway, face painted with disbelief.

Jisung, hand still shoved down his shorts, seizes up in embarrassment. “Um.”

Chenle sighs. “Why didn’t you come get me?”

Jisung can hardly breathe through his own shame. “I thought you were napping.”

“I was trying to.” Chenle approaches the bed, suddenly, and Jisung rips his hand out of his shorts. “But you’re so loud.”

“Sorry,” Jisung whispers, face hot. “I—I tried to be quiet.”

“I’m not mad,” Chenle huffs, climbing onto the bed. Jisung tenses up all over again, but Chenle doesn’t move toward him, only sits on his knees.

Jisung is beyond puzzled. “Then…?” 

If Chenle heard him, and he isn’t mad, and he’s now on Jisung’s bed, does that mean that they’ll…?

“Will you do something for me?” Chenle asks.

Jisung responds before he can even blink. “Anything you want.”

Chenle smiles. “I want you to let me watch.”

Jisung’s breath leaves his lungs all at once. He trembles on the mattress, hands clutching the sheets.

Chenle wants him to… to…?

“You can do that for me, can’t you?” Chenle asks sweetly, tilting his head. Jisung’s stomach forms knots. His entire body burns.

“I can,” he replies, voice weak. “I can do it.”

“I know you can,” Chenle says.

Jisung reaches into his shorts again, hand shaking. He’s practically aching in his boxers now that Chenle’s eyes are on him, analyzing his every move. He cups himself gently, hardly enough to feel anything, but under Chenle’s gaze, it’s enough to make him whimper.

“Good boy,” Chenle coos, leaning forward and watching Jisung with piercing eyes. “Go on, keep going.”

Jisung does. He grips himself harder and returns to giving himself strokes, moaning softly under his breath.

“So noisy,” Chenle teases, beaming when Jisung lets out an embarrassed whine. “You can say my name, Jisung. It’s okay.”

Jisung chokes out another whimper, face ablaze. He rubs at the head of his cock and moans, “Chenle.”

Chenle’s eyes sparkle. “Just like that,” he praises. His gaze switches between Jisung’s flushed face and his tented shorts. “Keep going, Jisung. I’ll let you know when you can come.”

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Jisung is so big.

With his limbs sprawled out, he takes up a huge portion of Chenle’s mattress. His arms are long enough to reach Chenle from afar—though he doesn’t try to, seeing that Chenle told him to stay still. His legs are so long that it’d take a good chunk of time to leave hickeys up the lengths of them; Chenle has tried.

And his cock, it’s… laughably large.

Chenle stares. Jisung is huge, hard, and leaking a little from the slit just from watching Chenle finger himself. He looks like a couple of words could bring him to orgasm.

When Chenle finally meets his eyes, it’s with a teasing grin. “Look at you,” he says, smiling wider when Jisung swallows and blinks rapidly. “So hard.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Chenle sees Jisung’s hands tighten on the sheets. God, those fucking hands. If Chenle wasn’t so determined to torture Jisung today, he would’ve asked Jisung to finger him, begged, even, anything to feel those fingers inside him.

(There’s always tomorrow, though, just like there was yesterday.)

“Chenle,” Jisung finally says. “Please.”

“What?” Chenle picks up the bottle of lube and toys with it. He doesn’t miss the hitch in Jisung’s breathing. “You wanna fuck me with that big cock of yours?”

Jisung whimpers, face turning pink. He nods through the teasing, eyes wide and needy and raking over Chenle’s body repeatedly, like he doesn’t believe he’s really in front of him.

He’s so big and so desperate, and Chenle is so hard it hurts. He imagines Jisung draped over him, pounding him hard and deep into the mattress while Chenle helplessly clings to him. He imagines sitting in Jisung’s lap, feeling as light as a pillow as Jisung fucks him onto his cock. He imagines asking Jisung to pin him against the wall, knows he can do it from experience, but…

Right now, he has other plans.

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Chenle’s fingers curl around his sheets. His breaths come out shaky. His heart beats almost loud enough to drown out the sound of Jisung’s gentle voice.

“Still okay?”

Chenle has only been blindfolded long enough for Jisung to pull his sweatpants off, but he’s already a dysfunctional wreck. He can hear Jisung: the shifts of his body, his calm exhales, his soothing words. He can feel him: his hands sliding up Chenle’s legs, warm and careful.

But he can’t see him, can’t see anything. He’s given up that sense completely for the purpose of satisfying his own curiosity, and now his heart is racing out of his chest while his cock strains against his boxers.

“Yeah,” he mumbles. Then Jisung’s fingers dig into the flesh of his thighs, and his whole body twitches. He makes a soft noise without meaning to.

“Whoa,” Jisung breathes. “You’re really sensitive today.”

No shit, Chenle wants to say. How can he not be sensitive? He can’t see anything that Jisung’s doing, not the changes in his expression nor the movements he makes. He has no idea what’ll happen next. Jisung can do anything he wants, and Chenle won’t know until it happens.

Jisung’s lips brush against his inner thigh without warning, and he jumps. His heart beats louder and louder as Jisung trails his mouth upward, toward the hem of his boxers. He feels like he’s one touch away from falling to pieces.

When Jisung’s breath ghosts over his bulge, Chenle breathes in so sharply he nearly chokes. Jisung’s lips tease the shape of him feather-light, and he squeezes his eyes shut beneath the satin covering them.

He feels a tug at his boxers. “I’m taking these off,” Jisung announces with a softness that’s almost comical in this situation. His movements are gentle as he peels Chenle’s boxers off, leaving him fully exposed on the bed. Chenle tightens his hold on the sheets, flushed hot.

“Pretty,” Jisung breathes, taking a moment to smooth his hands back up Chenle’s spread thighs. “So pretty, Chenle.”

Chenle whimpers against his will, cock twitching against his stomach.

“I’ve got you,” Jisung says softly. Soon, his lips are back on Chenle’s inner thigh, traveling up to the curve of his ass. Chenle jerks a little, just as sensitive as Jisung accused him of being.

Then Jisung pushes his thighs apart, and Chenle almost stops breathing. He shudders once the cool air of his bedroom hits his hole, muscles tensed up.

“Relax,” Jisung hums. His breath is warm on Chenle’s rim, and Chenle clenches around nothing, overtaken by his own anticipation. His cock leaks onto his stomach even though Jisung hasn’t so much as put his mouth on him yet.

“Jisung—” he chokes out, but the cry morphs into a whine when Jisung’s lips brush against his hole.

Jisung pulls back, then. “Okay?”

“Yes, come on,” Chenle huffs, anticipation turning into impatience. Every cell of his body is on edge. Does Jisung even realize how affected he is? Is he pretending to not notice?

Before Chenle can draw any conclusions about Jisung’s behavior, he hears a soft laugh tumble out of his mouth.

“I’ve never seen you so desperate before,” Jisung murmurs. There’s an edge to his voice that has Chenle’s stomach tightening. “Will you beg for it?”

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“…and then I got back to the hotel around sunset,” Chenle explains. His story concludes with a yawn, and Jisung stifles one of his own.

“You must be pretty tired,” he mumbles.

“I am,” Chenle says, “but I wanted to call and make sure you didn’t burn down the apartment since I left.”

“Oh, come on,” Jisung whines. “I thought you missed me.”

Chenle giggles more. “Well.”

Jisung huffs. “Whatever.”

“You’re so crabby,” Chenle teases. “Are you getting lonely without me?”

“No.” Both the words and the playful edge to Chenle’s voice have Jisung’s face heating up.

“I’ll stay up for a bit, then,” Chenle says, ignoring Jisung’s response completely. “Like the good roommate I am.”

Jisung rolls his eyes even though Chenle can’t see him. His face grows a little hotter. Roommate. It’s such a casual word.

Is that really what Jisung should be calling him? After Chenle had his dick in his throat the other night?

Jisung squirms at the sudden memory just as Chenle keeps talking. “Speaking of being a good roommate, I got you something today.”

Chenle is still speaking with this soft, teasing tone. It makes Jisung’s stomach twist.

“Really?” he replies belatedly, distracted.

“Yeah, I did.” Chenle’s voice is warm and velvety, and it sends a pleasant tingle down Jisung’s spine. “But I’m not telling you what it is. Not even if you beg.”

Jisung’s throat dries. Beg, huh… 

He’s been doing plenty of that around Chenle lately. Something else that makes the whole roommates term a little questionable.

“You’re a jerk,” Jisung answers. He chose his words carefully, sure to say something that would evoke a reaction. Because something about Chenle’s voice in his ear right now feels really good.

Alarmingly good. Like, half-hard-in-his-pants good.

“Oh, am I?” The sudden mocking tone makes Jisung shiver. “Is that really what you think of me? After everything I’ve done for you?”

Jisung wracks his brain for another response that’ll get a rise out of Chenle, keep him going. “What have you done for me?”

“You’re awfully brave now that I’m out of town,” Chenle snickers. The sound of his laugh makes Jisung’s toes curl. “Brat.”

Jisung lets out a shuddering breath and squeezes his eyes shut. He’s warm all over now, and his head feels fuzzier than it usually does when he’s tired. He’s also hard in his pants, but he’s not too sure what to do about that yet.

“…Jisung?” Chenle calls.

Jisung’s eyes flutter open. “Mm,” he hums, staring at the glowing stars on his ceiling. Unsure of what to say, he mumbles, “Keep talking…”

Chenle is quiet for a while. Longer than Jisung expected. Almost long enough for Jisung to check his phone and see if the call disconnected.

But then he speaks. “Jisung,” he says slowly. “Are you horny?”

Jisung’s cock twitches in his pants. Fuck, Chenle knows. He hasn’t even thought of a plan yet, and Chenle has him figured out.

“Um,” he breathes, shifting in discomfort. “A little.”

Chenle laughs, and Jisung feels precum leak from his slit. “A little? But we’re just talking. Were you horny this whole time?”

“No! I don’t know, I just… I like hearing you talk.”

“Wow… Freak.” Chenle sounds delighted. “Are you touching yourself?”

Jisung’s face flames. “N-No!”

“Well, are you going to?”

Jisung freezes. “Um…” His fingers twitch. He’s aching to touch himself, but is that really okay? “Can—Can I?”

“Oh, Jisung…” Chenle murmurs. “You’re so cute. I bet you’d beg if I asked you to.”

Jisung makes a soft noise, almost numb from desire.

“Please?” he tries. “Chenle, please?”

He swears he hears a soft fuck come through his headphones, but he isn’t sure.

“Please what?” Chenle replies. “Tell me what you want to do.”

“I—I don’t know,” Jisung whines, overwhelmed. He kicks the bedsheets off of his body to try and cool down. “Chenle, please…”

Chenle laughs. “What, you can’t get yourself off? You need me to do everything for you?”

Jisung whimpers, and before he knows what he’s doing, he rolls over and grinds against the bed, moaning at the friction.

“Chenle,” he gasps. He rocks his hips repeatedly, knees spread, elbows just barely propping him up.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” Chenle demands. His voice sounds a little breathier, though, almost strained.

“Fucking my bed,” Jisung chokes out between choppy movements, heat spreading through his insides.

“Humping your mattress? You’re a mess,” Chenle says. “Where were you an hour ago when I was fingering myself?”

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“Chenle.”

Jisung gasps when Chenle puts more of his weight on him and grinds down. He’s so close his vision is growing fuzzy around the edges, and all Chenle has done, basically, is rub against him.

Chenle rocks his hips and gazes down at him, hands planted on his chest. His eyes light up every time Jisung lets a whimper slip.

“Close,” Jisung cries, arching off the bed and moaning when he successfully ruts against Chenle’s ass. He wishes there were less layers between them, but Chenle has other plans, plans that include Jisung soaking his boxers, apparently.

“Stay still or I’ll stop,” Chenle warns. Jisung falls limp at the threat, another soft whimper escaping him, and Chenle beams. “Good, Jisung.”

The tiny slice of praise makes Jisung burn all over. He leaks precum into his boxers and moans when Chenle speeds up his grinding motions, clutching the sheets for purchase.

“You’re too easy,” Chenle says with a breathless laugh. “Bet you’d let me toy with you for as long as I wanted.”

Jisung whines, defenseless. You’ve done it before, he wants to point out, but he’s too focused on trying to hold back as many embarrassing noises as he can. His orgasm is creeping up on him, and Chenle’s movements and words are doing nothing to stall it.

Jisung’s eyes drift to the bulge in Chenle’s boxers, and his mouth waters. He fingered him to orgasm right before this, but Chenle is already straining against the material of his underwear again. It makes Jisung’s head spin, knowing how thoroughly he’s enjoying this.

“Eyes up here,” Chenle commands. He grinds down hard, and Jisung cries out loudly, forcing himself to meet Chenle’s gaze despite the urge to screw his eyes shut. Chenle’s cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are feral. “Don’t look away until I’m done with you.”

Jisung nods, throat dry and mind foggy with desire. He keeps his eyes on Chenle’s face, staring up at him pleadingly. He’s so, so close; he just needs a push.

He seizes up when Chenle quickens his pace, eyes stinging. “Chenle—” he warns, biting down on his lower lip to stifle the noises threatening to escape him.

“What?” Chenle asks, voice shaking with his movements. “You can’t last a little longer?”

Jisung whimpers and shakes his head, breaths uneven. “Can’t.”

“Fine.” Chenle grinds harder and slides a hand up to play with one of Jisung’s nipples. “Go on, then. Ruin your underwear.”

Jisung presses up into the touch with a gasp, and then he’s coming into his boxers hard. He moans loudly through it, embarrassment pushed aside, hips raising off the bed to grind into the flesh of Chenle’s ass. Chenle watches in silence, eyes dark and hungry, continuing to rock his hips until Jisung’s eyes are wet with unshed tears.

“Chenle,” Jisung gasps. He squirms underneath Chenle, mouth opening and closing, the overstimulation making his head feel like it’s stuffed with cotton. He’s seconds away from really crying when Chenle finally slows to a stop and climbs off his lap.

“Breathe,” he murmurs, rubbing Jisung’s sides. “Let’s get you cleaned up now.”

Jisung nods and sniffles, face burning when Chenle starts to peel his boxers off of him. They’re completely soaked with cum. Jisung expects to be teased about the mess he made, but Chenle doesn’t speak yet.

Instead, he places the boxers aside and pushes Jisung’s legs apart so he can lie between them.

Jisung stiffens. “Chenle?” he squeaks. His heart rate starts to climb.

“Gonna clean you up,” is all Chenle says, and then he lowers his mouth and begins to lick.

“Wha—” Jisung writhes at the feeling of Chenle’s tongue brushing against his sensitive cock, stomach swooping.

“Stay still,” Chenle says, using both hands to hold Jisung down by the hips as he continues to mouth across the mess of cum on Jisung’s cock, stomach, and thighs.

“Chenle,” Jisung whines, voice breaking. His breaths come out ragged, and his eyes fill with tears again. “I—I—”

Chenle looks up, mouth shining with Jisung’s cum. “What, Jisung?”

Jisung’s face flames. “I—I’m sensitive,” he whispers.

Chenle licks his lips. “And?”

He dives back down and continues to lap up Jisung’s cum, pressing him harder into the mattress when he cries out and wiggles. By the time he’s cleaned up most of the mess, Jisung is half-hard again and shaking all over.

“Almost done,” Chenle murmurs. “Stay still.”

He then takes the tip of Jisung’s cock into his mouth and sucks, and Jisung whines so loud it makes his entire body burn with embarrassment. A few tears finally slip from his eyes, and he moans helplessly, twitching with every soft suckle.

When Chenle pulls off, his eyes are bright. He’s beyond pleased, it seems, with the state Jisung is in.

“All done.” He moves to climb off the bed. “Stay here.”

Jisung has no plans of moving. He’s completely spent and tingling all over, cock painfully hard again. He’s so dazed, he hardly pays attention to what Chenle is doing until he crawls back onto the bed.

Then his eyes shift over to him, and his breath catches in his throat.

Chenle has shed his boxers, and in his hands are a fistful of condoms and the same bottle of lube they used earlier. He beckons Jisung over and tears open one of the condom packets. “Come here.”

At first, face still streaked with tears, Jisung only stares. This is it, he thinks. Chenle has finally had enough—and now he’s trying to kill him.

With a shaky breath, he sits up and crawls over to kneel in front of Chenle. His wet lashes flutter when Chenle starts to roll the condom onto his cock. He lets out a soft whimper but stays still, and Chenle rewards him with a kiss.

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Jisung is in the middle of coating the dildo in lube when Chenle’s baggy tee comes off and hits the floor.

Her hand falters.

Chenle lies spread out on her back now, and Jisung doesn’t know where to look. She doesn’t feel like she’s allowed to look.

Her eyes first dart to the sky blue bra Chenle has on. It’s mostly made of lace, with butterflies woven in and bows decorating the edges. It looks like it’s a size too small. Jisung’s mouth waters.

Her gaze then drifts down Chenle’s torso, down the length of her soft, bare stomach, to the underwear matching the bra. Chenle’s thighs squeeze together when she catches Jisung staring, but Jisung can’t help herself.

Chenle looks sinful—and like everything Jisung has ever wished for.

“Jisung,” Chenle whines. “C’mon. You’ve been lubing up the strap for five minutes now.”

Jisung has no idea how Chenle can appear so calm. She, on the other hand, feels like her heart is about to climb out of her chest and run a marathon.

She’s about to fuck her best friend.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she mumbles, cheeks hot.

Chenle rolls her eyes. “Unlike you, I’m not a virgin,” she teases. “I can take it, okay? I just need some practice.”

Jisung lets out a shaky breath and nods. She finally stops stroking the lubed dildo and scoots toward Chenle on her knees, almost losing her balance when Chenle opens her legs to accommodate her.

“Um,” Jisung breathes. Her hands hover over Chenle’s torso. “Do you want to take your bra off or keep it on?”

“Just tell me you want to see my boobs again,” Chenle says, giggling. Before Jisung can defend herself, Chenle sits up and unclasps her bra, throwing it aside.

Jisung freezes. For maybe the tenth time tonight, she wonders if she’s trapped inside one of those twisted dreams she has.

“Hey,” Chenle snaps when she merely ogles. “Yours too.”

Though her hands are unsteady, Jisung obeys and unclasps her own bra. Chenle’s eyes shamelessly drag over her body, and Jisung throbs in her underwear, skin flaming.

“Jeez,” Chenle mutters. “If that guy from art class doesn’t fuck you soon, I will.”

Jisung’s breathing hitches. She doesn’t tell Chenle that she’d much prefer her over the annoyingly flirty guy from their art class—or any guy, for that matter.

She doesn’t want to ruin the moment.

Trying to keep her hands from shaking, she reaches for the waistband of Chenle’s lacy underwear and gives it a gentle tug. “Okay?” she checks.

“Yes, Jisung,” Chenle huffs, lifting her hips so Jisung can pull the underwear all the way off. “Now come here.”

Jisung’s heartbeat is almost deafening as she crawls on top of Chenle. She hasn’t processed that this is real yet, probably won’t until after it’s over.

Chenle spreads her thighs wider. The flush on her cheeks is even prettier close up, and it darkens when Jisung lines up the tip of the dildo strapped to her body.

“Go ahead,” Chenle says, voice softer now, less playful.

Without further hesitation, Jisung starts to press inside. Chenle’s mouth falls open with a sharp gasp, but she grabs Jisung by the hips and pulls her forward, encouraging her to keep pushing in.

Though she can’t physically feel it, Jisung can tell Chenle is tight. When she finally slides in the rest of the way, Chenle whimpers, high and breathy, eyebrows drawing together, and Jisung almost blacks out.

“Are you okay?” she checks, voice wavering.

Chenle nods. “Are you? You’re shaking.”

“I’m fine,” Jisung replies. “Just n-nervous.”

“Breathe,” Chenle says, soft and soothing. “It’s just me.”

Jisung shivers. That doesn’t help.

“Just wanna make you feel good,” she admits.

“Yeah?” Chenle responds sweetly. “Gonna make me come on your strap?”

A soft whine escapes Jisung’s throat. “Yes,” she whispers, entranced.

“Good girl,” Chenle murmurs. When Jisung’s breath catches in her throat, she giggles. “C’mon, Jisung.” She arches her back. “Make me feel good, and I’ll make it worth it for you.”

Jisung doesn’t bother telling her best friend that it already is worth it. Instead, she starts to thrust, determined to fuck Chenle properly, committed to being the reason for her pleasure, even if only tonight.

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While Jisung often finds himself imagining how nights spent at Chenle’s will go, he never expected to end up in this position tonight.

He’s laid out on Chenle’s bed, shaking from head to toe. This is a common occurrence.

It’s the feeling of Chenle pushing his thighs apart, fingers slick with lube, that’s foreign to him.

“Relax for me,” Chenle murmurs. He uses one hand to spread Jisung’s ass and brushes his lubed fingers over his hole with the other, and Jisung lets out a squeak so humiliating it has his eyes snapping shut.

Chenle giggles. “C’mon, Jisung. Eyes on me.” When Jisung dares to crack his eyes open, he smiles. “You don’t have to be so shy. You do this to me all the time.”

“I know,” Jisung mumbles.

“Let me take care of you today, okay?” Chenle circles a finger around Jisung’s rim, smiling wider when Jisung shudders. “It’s going to feel so good, I promise.”

Jisung takes a shaky breath and nods, parting his thighs further despite the heat flooding to his face.

“There we go,” Chenle coos, then starts to press in a single finger.

It slides in easily, but the unusual sensation is enough to have Jisung gasping and jerking on the bed. Chenle hushes him and pins one of his thighs to his chest with one hand, eyes darkening.

“Good,” he says sweetly when Jisung goes still. “God, look at you.”

Jisung makes a soft noise, his cock twitching against his stomach. Chenle beams down at him, then starts to thrust his finger.

“Not so bad, right?” he asks. “Tell me how it feels.”

“It’s good,” Jisung chokes out. He’s burning all over, and he has to fight the urge to squirm every time Chenle curls his finger. It feels so intimate, having Chenle explore his body like this.

“See?” Chenle pulls his finger out and goes back to circling Jisung’s rim. “I think you can take another.”

“Okay,” Jisung breathes.

Lower lip between his teeth, Chenle pushes two fingers in together, pausing midway when Jisung whimpers. “Too much?”

Jisung shakes his head, skin aflame. “No, I can t-take it.”

Chenle’s eyes sparkle with delight. “That’s a good boy,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers the rest of the way in.

All at once, Jisung’s breath hitches, and he clenches around Chenle’s fingers. His cock throbs at the praise, aching and untouched.

“Relax, Jisung,” Chenle reminds him. “I need you to relax for me.”

Desperate to hear Chenle praise him again, Jisung wills himself to loosen up, and Chenle starts moving again, curling his fingers and prodding around. It’s strange, overwhelming. Jisung isn’t sure he’s ever been so embarrassed in bed with Chenle before, but he doesn’t want to put an end to this.

Unable to stay still, he squirms against the mattress while clutching the sheets, then suddenly gasps so hard he almost chokes. A bolt of pleasure passes through him without warning, causing his toes to curl and his cock to spurt precum onto his stomach.

“Oh, there it is,” Chenle hums, a soft smile on his lips. “Gonna make you feel good now, okay?”

He doesn’t wait for Jisung to respond before he starts rubbing the same spot inside him that his fingertips just brushed, and Jisung cries out so loudly he has to slap a hand over his mouth to muffle it.

“No, let me hear,” Chenle says, shaking his head. He grabs Jisung’s wrist and pulls his hand away while continuing to tease Jisung’s prostate, and Jisung lets out the most mortifying whine he’s ever heard.

“Chenle,” he chokes out, yanking at the sheets, back arching off the bed.

“Good, Jisung,” Chenle murmurs. He speeds up the pace of his fingers, eyes lighting up when Jisung sobs. “That’s it, just enjoy it.”

Jisung’s eyes sting, the pleasure almost too much. Chenle’s fingers are working magic inside him, and every word that leaves his mouth only serves to work Jisung up more.

“I’m going to add one more finger, okay? Tell me if it’s too much,” Chenle says. He slowly squeezes a third finger in alongside the first two, eyes trained on Jisung’s face. Jisung clamps down on his lower lip, but he still fails to stifle the whimper that leaves his throat. Chenle curls his fingers, eyes darting all over Jisung’s body. “Okay?”

“Y-Yes,” Jisung manages between shaky breaths.

“Good boy,” Chenle mumbles. “So good, letting me do this to you, Jisung.”

Jisung moans in response and arches off the bed again, thighs shaking. He keens when Chenle’s fingers brush against his prostate again, and then Chenle continues talking, all while focusing on that spot.

“You’re so tight… and so obedient. Taking my fingers like you’ve been waiting for this.” Tears finally slip from Jisung’s eyes, and Chenle beams. Each broken sound that leaves Jisung’s lips seems to spur him on more. “I bet you’d let me do this every day if I asked. Bet you’d let me fuck you, too, if I wanted.”

Jisung can only nod and gasp through each wave of pleasure, body trembling.

“Yeah, you want it?” Chenle hums. “Tell me—ask me. Beg for it.”

“Please,” Jisung cries thoughtlessly. “Please fuck me, Chenle. Pl-Please, please.”

Chenle visibly shudders, then without warning, pulls his fingers out of Jisung. When Jisung whines, he simply hushes him and leans over to grab the bottle of lube.

“Only because you’ve been so good,” he whispers.

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In all his months of fucking Jisung, Chenle has never felt quite as worked up as he does right now.

He isn’t sure what he was expecting when Jisung said he wanted to try something new, but he didn’t envision this. Lying back naked and flushed all over, Jisung fully clothed between his legs.

Jisung is mouthing at his inner thigh, and Chenle is shaking so hard that Jisung has to hold him still against the bed. He knows Chenle is sensitive here, and he likes to take advantage of that whenever he’s sucking Chenle off. 

But he sucks Chenle off all the time, so what the hell is he planning on doing that classifies as new?

He trails his nose up Chenle’s thigh before settling on a spot near the top, then sucks. Chenle lets out a soft noise before he can think to stop it and immediately clamps down on his lower lip, mortified. He’s embarrassed enough that he’s already hard.

Seemingly spurred on, Jisung finds another patch of skin and sucks a new mark into it. Chenle takes a deep breath through his nose, squeezing his eyes shut to try and keep himself collected.

Jisung pushes his thighs further apart, then. Far enough that the cool air of Chenle’s room hits his hole, causing him to seize up in surprise. Jisung starts leaving sloppy kisses up the rest of his thigh, and Chenle’s heart races.

Once he’s reached the top, Jisung lifts his head. Chenle cracks open his eyes to look at him, and he instantly regrets it. A wave of heat so intense it’s almost unbearable washes over him.

Jisung looks like he wants to eat him alive.

His eyes drop down between Chenle’s thighs, then back up. Chenle suddenly has a guess of where this is going, but he still gasps when Jisung reaches forward and circles a finger around his rim.

“Sh-Shit,” he breathes. He twitches under Jisung’s touch, face uncomfortably hot.

“I’m going to eat you out,” Jisung says.

It’s not a question.

Chenle lets out a shaky breath, then nods.

Jisung doesn’t move. “You’re okay with that?”

“I—I mean, yeah,” Chenle mumbles, resisting the urge to fan himself. “I’m okay with it.”

“Okay,” Jisung says. He places one last kiss on Chenle’s inner thigh, then spreads his thighs more so he’s completely exposed, and he leans in.

Chenle jerks when Jisung’s mouth first brushes up against his hole. “Sorry,” he breathes, heart rate continuing to climb. He’s leaking against his stomach now. He’s not sure what that says about him.

“Relax, Chenle,” Jisung murmurs. He doesn’t give Chenle any time to prepare himself, though, before he leans back in and drags the flat of his tongue across his hole.

“Fuck,” Chenle hisses under his breath, jerking again but not as intensely. He’s shaking like a virgin under Jisung’s hold. He’s done this to Jisung more than once, so he knows what to expect.

In other words, he has no excuse to be reacting like this.

Jisung continues to lick, over and over. Chenle’s breaths are coming out harsh and heavy, and it feels like he’s growing hotter by the second. His cock throbs against his stomach, aching and untouched.

Then Jisung traces his rim with his tongue, and Chenle outright whimpers.

He squeezes his eyes shut, face flaming. He prays that Jisung didn’t catch the sound, but when Jisung pulls back, he knows he did.

“Feels good?” Jisung asks softly. 

Chenle’s mouth opens and closes. He’s beyond embarrassed by his own behavior, and he doesn’t even really know how he ended up here.

“Chenle?” Jisung continues when Chenle stays silent. “Do you want me to stop or keep going?”

Chenle lays an arm over his eyes, unable to face Jisung. His voice trembles when he responds, “Keep going.”

A few seconds later, Jisung’s mouth is back on his hole. He starts sucking lightly at Chenle’s rim, and Chenle is forced to uncover his eyes, scrambling to clutch the sheets for purchase. “Fuck—!” he swears again, cock twitching.

Jisung kisses his rim and murmurs, “I’m going to put my tongue inside you.”

And despite the warning, Chenle isn’t prepared at all.

Jisung pushes his tongue in slowly, but even so, the sensation is intense enough to have Chenle’s eyes stinging. He lets out another whimper, too overwhelmed to hold it down or stifle it. Jisung holds Chenle’s legs down when they start to quiver and presses his tongue in further.

“Jisung…” Chenle chokes out, fisting the sheets so hard that his fingers ache. His voice comes out high-pitched and whiny, and it’s humiliating enough for tears to pool in his eyes. He’s never felt so wound up in his life, never mind with Jisung.

When Jisung starts fucking him with his tongue, Chenle loses all control. He moans high and loud, squirming against the mattress, though Jisung does a pretty good job holding him still. His back arches off the bed, and his breaths turn ragged. He tries to blink away the tears in his eyes, but they fall down his cheeks, anyway.

He cries out Jisung’s name frantically, but he doesn’t know what he’s asking for. His head feels foggy, and he’s tingling all over, and he hasn’t even come yet.

Jisung withdraws his tongue after a minute to look up, and Chenle gasps for air, rushing to wipe his tears.

Judging by the look on Jisung’s face, though, it’s too late. His mouth falls open, and his eyes dart all over Chenle’s face. Chenle swears he sees his cheeks grow redder in a matter of seconds.

“Chenle…” he whispers. “I wish I did this sooner.”

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When his back hits the door, Jisung is half-hard and foggy-headed. It’s impossible to focus on anything but Chenle’s warm mouth or his roaming hands, slipping under Jisung’s shirt and up his torso.

One of Chenle’s hands leaves his body, and Jisung hears the bedroom lock click into place, and he doesn’t think. He simply parts his lips for Chenle’s tongue and lets Chenle run his hands all over him.

Chenle’s fingers drag down his stomach then drop to the waistband of his sweatpants, and Jisung isn’t thinking at all. He lets Chenle untie the drawstrings without care, lets him slide his thumb past the waistband and tease along the hem of Jisung’s underwear.

Then Jisung remembers.

Chenle makes a soft noise into the kiss when he feels the lace. “You wore it,” he mumbles against Jisung’s lips.

Jisung’s knees start to shake. He breaks the kiss to duck his head. “Y-You told me to.”

Chenle slips both of his hands into Jisung’s pants and holds him by the hips, thumbing back and forth across the material of the lingerie. “I know I did. Good boy,” he says, sliding his hands back to Jisung’s ass and squeezing it. “Show me.”

Jisung stumbles forward with a squeak, face pressing into Chenle’s neck. He continues to harden, just as a result of Chenle sticking his hands down his pants and groping him.

“What?” Chenle teases, kneading his ass. “You don’t want to show me?” He pulls his hands out of Jisung’s pants and drags him by the waist toward the bed. “Come here, let me see.”

Chenle sits on the mattress and stares up at him, waiting, and with a soft noise of embarrassment, Jisung gives in. He reaches for the hem of his tee and slowly pulls it over his head, then hooks his fingers under the waistband of his sweatpants, then pauses, swallowing.

“Don’t be shy,” Chenle coaxes, eyeing the sliver of lace peeking out above the pants. “Show me.”

Face burning, Jisung finally starts to shimmy down his sweatpants, leaving him in the icy blue lingerie they picked out. It runs tight on him. It hardly contains his cock, and it covers little of his ass. It was ridiculously expensive, too.

But wearing it in front of Chenle is making his stomach feel funny in ways he doesn’t fully understand.

He finally kicks his sweatpants aside and stands still, hands curling into fists at his sides. He pushes away the urge to hide, pinned in place by Chenle’s gaze.

Chenle has gone statue still, lips parted. His eyes drag all over Jisung’s body, and they’re so dark that they almost look black.

Jisung shifts on his feet, squirming. “Say something,” he whines, unable to handle the silent tension.

Chenle finally meets his eyes. “Get on the bed,” he says, so quietly it’s hardly audible.

Legs turned to jelly by four words alone, Jisung stumbles forward and crawls onto the mattress, sitting on his knees facing Chenle. Chenle is on him immediately, hands running up his thighs, eyes locked on where he bulges out of the lace.

Jisung burns all over, but his cock throbs under Chenle’s gaze. “Do—Do you like it?” he stammers.

Chenle lifts his head and stares at him. “I think there’s a stronger word than like,” he says. His gaze is ravenous. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”

Flushing, Jisung shrugs. “I don’t know… I guess I was just worried.”

“The only thing you need to be worried about,” Chenle says, tracing the lacy edge of the panties, “is whether or not we’ll be getting any sleep tonight.” He pats Jisung’s thigh. “Turn over.”

Jisung whimpers, cock straining against the lingerie as he starts to turn over. Chenle guides him by the hips until he’s lying facedown on the mattress, ass raised.

Chenle’s hands run up the backs of his thighs to his ass. “Shit,” he breathes. He squeezes Jisung’s ass with both hands and drags his short nails down each side. “Bet you’d look good over my knee wearing this.”

Jisung gasps and pushes his ass back, silently begging to be hit. His heart hammers in his ears.

Chenle laughs. He swats at Jisung’s upper thigh lightly, not enough to hurt. “Yeah?” he hums. “How many?”

“Don’t care, just…” Jisung spreads his thighs and arches his back, whining. “Please.”

“Fuck,” Chenle hisses, and then he brings his hand down on Jisung’s ass, properly hitting him.

Jisung buries his face in his arm and moans at the sting, thighs quivering. Chenle rubs the sore spot gently, then smacks him again twice as hard. “You look perfect,” he groans, landing another three hits that end with Jisung lightheaded and crying into his arm.

He squeezes Jisung’s ass again and then pulls the panties to the side, pressing one of his thumbs between Jisung’s cheeks and against his hole. Jisung squeaks and shies away from the contact, stomach lurching at the thought of being fucked like this.

“Fuck, look at you,” Chenle mutters. He holds Jisung in place with one hand and circles his rim with his finger, and Jisung whimpers, overwhelmed with arousal. Heat spreads from his ears to his face down to his chest. He feels desired in a way he only ever has with Chenle.

“Chenle…” he barely manages to choke out, voice pleading. He isn’t even sure what he wants at this point, Chenle’s hands marking up his ass or fingers in his ass or his mouth or his cock or—

“I’ve got you,” Chenle soothes, using the hand that isn’t preoccupied with Jisung’s hole to reach around and cup his leaking cock over the lace. “You just sit there and look pretty.”

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The closet is cramped, but Jisung finds himself wishing there was even less space between him and Chenle. He’d meld their bodies into one being if he had the means. He’d crawl under Chenle’s skin and stay there if he could.

They’ve been kissing for a few minutes now. There’s so much spit, and Jisung can’t get enough of it. He licks into the heat of Chenle’s mouth and clutches his waist, afraid to let him back up even a millimeter.

“We don’t have much time,” Chenle mumbles between kisses. “Get on your knees.”

Jisung falls to the ground on command, wincing when his knees hit the hard floor. He reaches for Chenle’s thighs and clutches the fabric of his pants, then waits for him to pull them down and take his cock out.

Chenle doesn’t move, though.

“Chenle?” Jisung breathes, tugging on Chenle’s pants. They really don’t have time, so he isn’t sure why Chenle’s dick isn’t in his mouth yet. It is dark in the closet, but they’ve managed just fine before.

He feels Chenle shift around, suddenly, and stops moving. It seems that Chenle is stepping forward, though Jisung doesn’t know what for. They’re already close enough that Jisung could mouth at Chenle’s cock through his pants if he wanted to.

Then he feels it. Chenle’s shoe, nudging between his thighs.

“Wh—Oh.” Jisung jerks at the first press of Chenle’s foot against his crotch, a sharp whine falling from his mouth.

“Shhh.” Chenle presses harder. “Someone will hear.”

Despite the warning, Jisung whimpers at the increased pressure of Chenle’s shoe. His hips twitch forward without his permission. Shaking, he fists the material of Chenle’s pants and presses his forehead against his thigh, and at the same time, Chenle grinds his shoe against his clothed cock.

“Chenle,” he moans, fingers curling. He spreads his thighs so Chenle can access his cock better and lets out a shaky whine when Chenle takes advantage of the new position.

They’ve done this once before, kind of. Chenle was a lot meaner that day, made Jisung do most of the work. In broad daylight, too. Jisung remembers humping Chenle’s foot and ankle until he came in his pants. It’s hard to forget something that embarrassing—though they never talk about it.

He wonders what came over Chenle today.

“God, you really will take anything,” Chenle murmurs. He sounds more awestruck than mocking, but Jisung’s face still flames. “Forgot how much you liked this.”

“I…” Jisung starts, but his speech morphs into a string of whimpers when Chenle presses his foot harder against him. He grips Chenle’s legs like they’re his lifeline and grinds shamelessly against his shoe, broken moans bouncing off the walls of the closet.

“Imagine if they found us in here,” Chenle muses. His voice is coming out breathier with every word he says. “Imagine if they opened the door and saw you on the ground like this.”

Jisung whines and mouths at Chenle’s thigh through his pants, overwhelmed. His head is spinning in circles, and his cock is straining for release. He thinks he seriously might come in his pants with just a few more minutes of this.

“Then again,” Chenle continues, laughing airily, “you’re into that, too.”

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“Chenle… Please.”

Jisung’s voice is muffled by the pillow, but it still sends a shudder down Chenle’s spine. He’s squirming impatiently in front of Chenle, facedown on his knees. The back of his neck is visibly flushed. He spreads his legs apart, waiting.

Chenle can’t really wrap his head around Jisung’s burning need to be hit, but he won’t try to right now. He’s kept Jisung on edge long enough.

He slips his fingers under the waistband of Jisung’s boxers and pulls them down to his thighs so his ass is exposed, and his throat goes dry. No matter how many times they do this, he’s never prepared.

Jisung shivers. “Hard,” he reminds Chenle, “please.”

Chenle hums in acknowledgement and runs his hands up Jisung’s bare thighs to the curve of his ass. He’s already feeling worked up, throbbing in his own boxers just seeing Jisung like this. He squeezes Jisung’s ass and takes a shaky breath, an attempt at collecting himself.

“Chenle.”

Finally, he gives in and lands the first hit. He brings his hand down on Jisung’s ass harder than he normally would to start, since that’s what Jisung asked of him. Jisung muffles a yelp into the pillow, body jerking. His thighs spread further.

“Okay?” Chenle checks like he always does.

“More,” Jisung begs.

Chenle smacks him again, closer to the top of his thigh. The whine that leaves Jisung’s mouth makes him so dizzy that he brings his hand down again without thought, harder, in the same spot. Jisung’s responding cry goes straight to his cock.

When he pulls back to take in the pink flush spreading across Jisung’s ass, Jisung is already trembling. Chenle guesses he won’t last more than a few minutes.

He picks up where he left off, hitting Jisung’s ass again and again. Jisung flinches every time his hand comes down but always presses back for more. He can never seem to get enough. Even when he starts sniffling into the pillow, he’s arching his back and pushing his ass out so Chenle will keep going.

Chenle has no idea what Jisung is feeling. He always seems so sated after they do this, purely blissed out. Chenle has never been spanked, has never really thought about it, either.

As he repeatedly brings his hand down on Jisung’s reddening ass, soaking in his wails, he imagines what it might be like to swap positions. He imagines Jisung laying him across his lap after this and taking off his pants and boxers, then landing hits on his ass until he’s crying.

His cock leaks into his boxers.

Lightheaded, he slaps the side of Jisung’s ass harder, and the sob that escapes him has Chenle shuddering. He then takes a few seconds to caress Jisung’s rose flushed skin and watch from behind as his body shakes with cries. Last time they did this, Jisung was bent over Chenle’s desk. It was streaked with tears after.

His mind conjures an image of Jisung bending him over the same desk and pulling down his pants, and something in his stomach twists so tight it’s painful. He grits his teeth and breathes in slowly through his nose, trying to get a grip of himself.

Likely confused by Chenle’s pause, Jisung starts to lift his head, but Chenle rushes to push his face back into the pillow, afraid to face him right now. Afraid of what Jisung might see.

Afraid that he’ll notice that Chenle is getting off on this more than usual. Afraid that he’ll somehow figure out that Chenle is wondering what sounds he’d make if Jisung did this to him, how much he would cry, how hard Jisung would hit him, how sensitive his ass would be after.

Chenle grips the back of Jisung’s thigh to hold his trembling body still but also to ground himself. He tries to keep his voice steady. “Count the rest.”

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Chenle is dangerous. Kneeling between Jisung’s thighs, he looks like a direct threat to Jisung’s sanity.

“Jisung,” he sings, running his hands up Jisung’s clothed thighs. “Tell me what you want.”

Jisung makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, embarrassed by how riled up he is after nothing more than a few minutes of grinding. “Want you.”

“Yeah?” Chenle drags his knuckles over Jisung’s bulge suddenly, smiling when Jisung gasps. “Be more specific.”

Jisung huffs. His hips twitch to seek more friction, but Chenle doesn’t give it to him.

“Tell me,” he coaxes.

With a deep, shaky breath, Jisung gives in. “Want your mouth,” he mumbles. The act of voicing his selfish desire sends a flood of heat through his body. His cock twitches in the confines of his jeans. No matter how many times Chenle makes him ask for things like this, he can’t push down the hot embarrassment seeping into his skin.

Chenle rewards him by popping open the button on his jeans and tugging down the zipper, but it seems he isn’t done teasing yet. “Do you?” he hums, eyes shining with mischief. He’s not ready to give Jisung what he wants—he needs more first.

Jisung knows what he has to do, but even so, his cheeks burn.

“Chenle,” he whines, a pathetic attempt at escaping his fate.

“Lift your hips,” Chenle instructs, waiting for Jisung to comply before sliding his jeans down to his thighs, leaving him in his boxers. His gaze locks onto the wet spot where his cock bulges out, and Jisung flushes.

Then Chenle looks up at him and waits.

Jisung whines quietly in defeat. “…Please,” he whispers.

Chenle’s face lights up. He wraps his hand around Jisung’s cock through the fabric of his boxers, dark eyes glowing when Jisung lets out a strangled moan.

“Keep going,” he murmurs, carefully reaching inside Jisung’s boxers and pulling his aching cock out. Jisung squeaks, hips pressing forward, but Chenle grabs his waist with his free hand to still him. “Jisung.”

Jisung groans, embarrassed, wound up, and desperate. “Please, Chenle,” he croaks. “I—I need it.” When Chenle merely stares up at him, hungry and demanding, he continues. “Need your… your mouth around me, fuck. Please.”

Chenle beams at him. “Cute,” he whispers. “You’re so worked up, Jisung. Is this all you think about? Stuffing my mouth with your cock?”

Jisung whimpers, humiliated and throbbing in Chenle’s loose grip. “Yes,” he chokes out. He’s willing to admit to anything if it’ll satisfy Chenle. “Pl-Please? Please, Chenle?”

“Hm.” Chenle’s expression is neutral now, but there’s a blinding smile in his eyes. He suddenly leans and kisses the wet tip of Jisung’s cock, lips twitching upward when Jisung cries out and grips the couch cushions.

He then pulls away, lips shining with precum, and watches Jisung thoughtfully, like he can’t decide if Jisung has given him enough yet. Jisung’s fingers curl against the cushions, his eyes stinging with need. He opens his mouth to keep going, prepared to do nearly anything Chenle desires of him, but he’s promptly cut off by the wet heat of Chenle’s mouth finally wrapping around him, drawing a broken moan from his throat and one last plea.

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Almost naked with a lapful of Chenle, Jisung thinks she might die today.

They’re exchanging long, wet kisses while Chenle continues on her mission to rid them of all their clothes. She unclasps Jisung’s bra with ease, pulling back to slip the straps off her shoulders, then throws it aside.

“Such a pretty bunny,” she murmurs, reaching out and ghosting her thumbs over Jisung’s nipples. Jisung makes a high, desperate noise and presses into the touch. She’s throbbing in her underwear, has been since Chenle took off her own bra a few minutes ago.

Chenle connects their mouths again and fits her hands around Jisung’s breasts, squeezing. She swallows Jisung’s soft gasps and licks into her mouth while Jisung fists the bedsheets at her sides, afraid to touch.

By the time Chenle lays her on her back and climbs over her, Jisung’s underwear is drenched. She kisses Chenle with so much need that she can probably taste it, breath hitching when their legs tangle and Chenle’s thigh ends up snug between her own.

The sudden pressure against her underwear is enough to have her whimpering, though the sound is mostly lost within their kisses. Dizzy with her own arousal, she dares to arch up and rub against Chenle’s thigh, a soft noise of pleasure escaping her just as their lips part.

Chenle catches on fast. She giggles into their next kiss and presses her thigh harder against where Jisung is aching, then pulls back and gazes down at her in amusement, their noses brushing.

“Needy bunny,” she teases, grinding her thigh down and grinning when Jisung mewls in response. “Are you wet?”

Jisung’s face floods with heat, but she knows there’s no point in lying. She nods, doing all she can to stop herself from humping Chenle’s thigh.

Chenle holds herself up on one arm and squeezes her free hand between their bodies, fingertips brushing the lacy waistband of Jisung’s underwear. “Can I check?”

Jisung stiffens, so desperate it almost hurts. She nods again, spreading her thighs in invitation.

With a soft smile, Chenle slips her hand into Jisung’s underwear, fingers sliding down for confirmation. Jisung twitches at her touch, breaths coming out fast and sharp.

“Oh, Jisung, you’re dripping,” Chenle murmurs. She watches Jisung’s face carefully as she runs her fingers through the wetness, and Jisung squeezes her eyes shut, unable to handle the weight of her gaze.

Chenle’s fingers slide back up and brush over her clit, and Jisung outright cries, hips lifting off the bed to seek more. She tosses her head back with a poorly contained moan when Chenle continues to tease her clit, her legs already shaking.

“You’re so sensitive, bun,” Chenle muses. “Will you even last more than a minute?”

Embarrassed, Jisung whimpers. She cracks her eyes open and writhes against the bed with every flick of Chenle’s fingers, which are now soaked from touching her.

“Chenle…” she moans, back arching.

“Stay still, bun.” Chenle stops moving her hand until Jisung goes limp, then rewards her by stroking her clit again. “Good,” she murmurs and smiles, pleased. “Sweet bunny, you listen so well.”

Jisung lets out a strangled cry, trembling but otherwise forcing herself to stay still. Chenle was right; she won’t last much longer than this.

Before her orgasm can come within reach, though, Chenle pulls her hand out of Jisung’s underwear and sits up. Jisung whines in protest, staring up at her with furrowed eyebrows.

Chenle only smiles down at her. “Take off your underwear for me,” she says, voice gentle but firm.

Oh. Face hot, Jisung rushes to comply. She uses both hands to shimmy her underwear down her legs and tosses it to the side, heart racing in anticipation. A little shyly, she spreads her thighs, giving Chenle permission to proceed.

“Good girl,” Chenle breathes, eyes dragging down Jisung’s body and causing her to flush all over. Instead of sitting between Jisung’s open legs, though, she lies down beside her, flat on her back. “Now come here.”

Jisung blinks in confusion, but she obeys, sitting up and moving to straddle Chenle’s waist. She isn’t quite sure where this is going, so she sits with her knees at either side of Chenle’s hips, hands on her thighs, waiting for further instruction.

Chenle shakes her head. “No, bun, up here,” she corrects, patting the sides of her face. Jisung’s entire body goes rigid with surprise, and Chenle gives her a sweet smile. “Good bunnies deserve a treat.”

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Renjun’s kitchen counter digs into Jisung’s back as Chenle crowds him against it, but he doesn’t mind—the feeling of Chenle’s mouth on his makes up for the discomfort plenty. He sighs into the kiss when Chenle teases his lips with his tongue, head growing fuzzier by the second.

Chenle has one hand curled around the back of Jisung’s neck, the other up his shirt. It’s a bit much considering their friends are right outside, piled in the living room, but Jisung is too weak for Chenle’s touch to stop him.

“Where were you last night?” Chenle murmurs against Jisung’s mouth, nipping at his lower lip before pulling back to let him respond. He tacks on, “We missed you.”

Jisung’s heart leaps. I missed you is implied.

“I—I was having dinner with a childhood friend,” Jisung stammers, flushing under Chenle’s heavy gaze. His fingers curl in the fabric of Chenle’s shirt. “It was pretty late when we were done.”

Chenle stares at him for a moment, silent.

“Friend?”

Jisung nods, clutching Chenle’s shirt tighter. “Yeah.”

“Hm.” Chenle doesn’t question him further. He kisses Jisung again, hard, and drags his nails down his stomach. When Jisung gasps, he smiles into the kiss.

The chatter from the living room suddenly grows louder, their friends yelling and whooping as they continue to play the racing game Jeno brought over. Jisung instantly flushes. He excused himself to grab a glass of water, yet here he is, letting Chenle toy with him.

Chenle tilts his head and licks into Jisung’s mouth, tracing his abs with his fingertips. It’s starting to really become too much. Jisung is sensitive to the smallest of touches, and his head is now swimming with thoughts he probably shouldn’t be having in Renjun’s kitchen.

Then Chenle’s fingers drop to the waistband of his jeans, and Jisung’s brain malfunctions. His lips falter.

Chenle’s thumb flicks the button. “You hard?” he mumbles against Jisung’s lips, breaking the kiss to look down.

The sound of Donghyuck shouting carries into the kitchen, and Jisung flinches. “A li-little,” he chokes out, heart rate rising.

Chenle laughs, eyes on Jisung’s crotch. “Of course you are,” he murmurs. “So insatiable… Poor thing.”

He unbuttons Jisung’s jeans without further warning and pulls down the zipper. Jisung jerks, back pressing harder against the counter.

“What are… you…?” He can barely breathe, barely move, eyes wide as Chenle pulls his jeans down to the tops of his thighs, exposing his boxers and the bulge of his cock.

Chenle’s eyes meet his again, and they’re sparkling with mischief. “If you keep it down, I’ll blow you right here.”

Jisung trembles, terror shooting through him. “B-But…” He glances out the doorway of the kitchen. “Everyone is…” He trails off with a whimper when Chenle cups him through his boxers and lightly squeezes, now fully hard.

“They won’t know,” Chenle purrs, giving Jisung slow, torturous strokes over the fabric. “And if they did, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

Despite his almost paralyzing fear, Jisung can only press forward into Chenle’s hand, clamping down on his lower lip to muffle a moan. He’s terrified to his core. The idea of their friends seeing, or even just hearing, how easily he falls apart for Chenle is beyond humiliating. If they find out, he’ll never recover.

Yet he doesn’t do a thing but stand there and shake as Chenle peels his boxers down.

“Chenle,” he breathes, shuddering violently when Chenle wraps a hand around his leaking cock. He can’t believe his reality. He’s standing in Renjun’s kitchen with his dick out and Chenle’s hungry eyes all over him, and he’s not doing anything to stop it. In fact, he’s doing all he can to keep himself from grinding into Chenle’s fist, just as desperate as he is afraid.

When Chenle drops to his knees, Jisung only squeaks out a whimper and grabs the edges of the counter to hold himself steady. Everything is throbbing: his head, his heart, his cock. He feels like he’s in a trance. He doesn’t know how to snap out of it.

“Donghyuck and Jaemin asked me to watch them once,” Chenle suddenly says, giving Jisung teasing strokes that have his toes curling. Jisung whimpers in surprise, and Chenle laughs softly. “Yeah. They’re more disgusting than you can imagine.”

Too many images flash through Jisung’s mind, all without his permission. He moans before he can stop himself and fucks into Chenle’s fist. Chenle laughs harder, loud enough to have Jisung seizing up with panic.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? Freak.” Chenle rubs the head of Jisung’s cock with his palm, mean and harsh, and a sob tumbles out of Jisung’s mouth. “They wanted you to come, you know. But I made sure to tell them that you’re all mine.” He leans in, breath ghosting over the tip of Jisung’s cock, eyes darkening. “Mine.”

Tears pool in Jisung’s eyes. He hears their friends laughing outside and whimpers, precum leaking all over Chenle’s hand. His heart is pounding so hard it feels like he’s going to die.

Chenle gives him an adoring smile. “Enough talk,” he says. “You want to use my mouth, Jisung? You want to shove your cock down my throat with everyone right outside?”

Jisung gasps for air, stomach twisting painfully, and in spite of everything, he nods, vision blurring with tears. Nods.

Chenle’s smile grows. He wets his mouth and leans closer, and Jisung’s heart skips a beat. 

Then he murmurs, “Say please.”

Jisung’s hips buck, and he whines quietly. “…Please,” he breathes without argument, searing with embarrassment.

“Louder,” Chenle coaxes, lips just barely brushing the head of Jisung’s cock. “It’s okay if they hear you. They won’t ask any questions.”

Jisung has no idea what’s gotten into Chenle, if he’s always been like this in secret or if this is all happening because he knows Jisung gave himself to someone else last night. Jisung can’t think straight. He doesn’t know if he ever will again.

“Pl-Please,” he begs again, loud enough to make him burn all over, tears finally spilling from his eyes and rolling down his cheeks.

Chenle looks delighted. “Good boy,” he praises, mouth hovering over Jisung’s cock. “Let’s hope no one gets hungry.”

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“Open your eyes,” Chenle says, “or I’ll stop.”

It’s with a pained whimper that Jisung listens and opens his eyes. His heart rate immediately spikes. The sight of his reflection is too much right now, too much.

Chenle has him completely bare and kneeling at the edge of the bed, face-to-face with the full-length mirror Chenle moved over here for this purpose. For the purpose of defiling Jisung and making him watch.

“Don’t look at the floor. Don’t look away,” Chenle reminds him. “I want you to watch.”

He props his chin on Jisung’s shoulder and strokes his cock faster, and Jisung is forced to see the way his own face contorts with pleasure when he does. His eyes drop down and watch his flushed cock dribble precum over Chenle’s fist, and he whines, fighting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut again.

Chenle pauses his strokes to rub across Jisung’s slit with his thumb, and Jisung cries out, hips jerking forward and eyes nearly rolling back.

“I love the face you make when I do that,” Chenle murmurs into his ear. “Watch, and don’t move this time.” He rubs harder, and Jisung fights to stay still and watches himself sob, hands trembling where they’re pressed to his thighs. 

He’s beyond humiliated by the sight—and sick with desire.

“Good,” Chenle praises, pressing a kiss to Jisung’s shoulder. “See how good you can be? Just sitting and taking it when I ask you to.” He kisses the side of Jisung’s neck next. “And you’re shaking. So cute.”

“Chenle…” Jisung mumbles, overwhelmed. He whines when Chenle takes his hands off of him, hips thrusting forward into nothing. He looks so pathetic it makes his eyes sting.

“I know,” Chenle soothes, moving around behind Jisung. Jisung can’t really see what he’s doing. It’s not until he hears a click that he knows.

“Chenle,” he repeats, more frantic, heart rate jumping.

“Spread your thighs a little,” Chenle murmurs from behind him. The slick sounds of lube can barely be heard over Jisung’s heartbeat. “I want you to see this.”

Jisung complies with a shaky breath, spreading his knees apart and swallowing hard when Chenle shuffles closer and props his chin on his shoulder again. One of his hands comes up to grip Jisung’s hip while the other stays out of sight.

“Good,” Chenle murmurs. His fingers finally press against Jisung’s hole, and Jisung watches his own body tense and his face grow even redder than it already was. “How many fingers do you want?”

Jisung’s skin burns like he’s sitting in direct sunlight. His gaze flickers between his flushed face and his leaking cock and Chenle, whose eyes run all over his reflection.

“Try… Try one first,” Jisung whispers. He hasn’t had anything inside his ass in a long time, except for Chenle’s tongue a couple weeks ago when he randomly decided he wanted to see Jisung squirming and crying.

Chenle slides a finger past his rim without further discussion, and Jisung makes a choked noise, clenching around the intrusion.

“Need you to relax,” Chenle whispers, kissing his earlobe. “Can you do that for me?”

Jisung takes a deep breath, dizzy, and nods, slowly convincing his body to loosen up. Chenle curls his finger and thrusts it a few times, mumbling good boy into Jisung’s shoulder. Jisung sees the way his own mouth falls open with a moan at the praise, and he shudders in embarrassment.

“You’re so tight,” Chenle muses, caressing Jisung’s hip with his free hand, “but I think you can take two. Watch.” He presses a second finger into Jisung’s hole and smiles when Jisung whines pitifully at the stretch. “See? Look at you.”

He starts to fuck Jisung properly with his fingers, and all Jisung can do is watch as he takes it, panting and flushing from head to toe.

When Chenle brushes his prostate, he jerks so hard he almost loses his balance, a broken cry leaving his throat. Chenle wraps a secure arm around his waist and holds him still, hushing him as he focuses on rubbing that spot. Jisung sobs, back arching, fingernails digging into his thighs, eyes filling with tears. He looks like a wreck in the mirror, beyond fixing.

Before he can catch his breath, Chenle squeezes in a third finger. Jisung moans, thighs spreading further apart, eyelids drooping as he adjusts to the stretch.

“Eyes open,” Chenle reminds him softly, nipping at his neck. “You always loosen up for me so easily, see? No matter how long it’s been, you’ll take it.”

He fucks his fingers harder into Jisung and teases his prostate again, smiling when Jisung sobs his name.

“Please,” Jisung gasps, eyes wet, skin burning, cock throbbing. He feels like he’s losing his sanity. “Chenle, pl-please.”

“What, you want more?” Chenle hums. “You want to see the pretty faces you make whenever you take cock?”

Jisung moans, a few tears slipping from his eyes, and he can’t take it. He screws his eyes shut, body shaking with a soft sob.

“Jisung.” Chenle speaks directly against his ear, quiet but firm. “Eyes.”

Jisung whines in protest and grinds back on Chenle’s fingers at the same time, then gasps when Chenle pulls them out without warning.

“N-No, wait—” he chokes out, eyes flying open and hole clenching around nothing.

He looks destroyed, tear tracks covering his flushed face, precum dripping down his cock, entire body trembling. For some reason, though, he can’t look away this time.

“I’m not done with you,” Chenle reassures, squeezing his waist. He reaches back for something, and before long there’s another click. “I’ll let you see how cute you look when you’re on your hands and knees begging for it.” Jisung moans softly, and Chenle’s lips brush the top of his spine. “Would you like that?”

Jisung watches himself shake in the mirror, watches his eyes fill with fresh tears, then watches the way his lips part when he breathes, “Yes.”

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Jisung presses his forehead against Chenle’s shoulder with a shaking exhale, trying to calm himself down. It’s only been a few minutes; there’s no reason for him to be so worked up. He needs to get a grip.

Chenle giggles in his ear, the sound high and breathy. “Jisung,” he sings. “Pay attention.”

He nudges Jisung off his shoulder, and Jisung whines, lifting his head and bringing his eyes back to the monitor of his PC. Chenle rewards him by curling his arms tighter around his neck and kissing right below his ear.

Jisung tries, but it’s impossible to focus on the short drama he’s watching for his film class. How can he think about anything, anything but Chenle, so warm in his lap and clenching around his cock?

Chenle shifts, likely trying to find a more comfortable position, and Jisung chokes on a gasp. “Chenle,” he warns, voice strained. He’s so hard it hurts, has been since the second Chenle joked about sitting on him while he gets through his homework assignment.

“What?” Chenle hums, dragging his nose up the side of Jisung’s neck. “Can’t you make it ten more minutes? Didn’t you tell me you could do it?”

Jisung shivers and tightens his hold on Chenle’s waist. With everything he has, he pushes down the urge to thrust his hips.

“I—I can,” he mumbles, heat flooding into his cheeks. He keeps his eyes trained on the screen, but the events of the drama are a total mystery to him. He isn’t processing any of it anymore, consumed by Chenle’s heat and voice and lips.

“Good,” Chenle breathes into his ear. He then starts mouthing at the side of Jisung’s throat, leaving wet kisses that have a whimper slipping off of Jisung’s tongue.

Jisung continues to tremble as the minutes pass, mind growing foggier with each breath he takes. Chenle remains so mindbendingly tight around him, shifting every now and then and drawing small noises from Jisung’s throat.

He’s guessing he’s about halfway through the film when he starts to lose his mind. “Chenle.” His voice sounds even weaker than it did before. His fingers press against Chenle’s sides, shaky and aching with the urge to grab Chenle tighter and hold him down while he fucks him. The mere thought makes his body twitch and his mouth water. He hides his face in Chenle’s neck and whimpers. “Chenle, I can’t.”

“No?” Chenle runs his fingers through Jisung’s hair and then tugs until they’re face-to-face. “Why not? Tell me why you can’t.”

Jisung moans at the subtle pain of Chenle’s fingers gripping his hair and stares into his eyes pleadingly. “Please,” he breathes instead of answering, leaning in and trying to connect their mouths, but Chenle holds him back with the hand in his hair.

“No, Jisung,” he murmurs. He uses his free hand to trace Jisung’s lips with his thumb, and Jisung presses into the touch, desperate for any bit of Chenle he can have. “You’re going to stay just like this, unless you want me to put my clothes back on and go find someone else to fuck.”

Panic shoots through Jisung. His muscles seize up, and he holds Chenle so tight it’s probably painful. “No, no—” he gasps. The thought of anyone else having Chenle like this sets his blood aflame. He whines, cock throbbing inside Chenle even despite the threat. “I’ll stay. I’ll be good, Chenle, just don’t leave.”

Chenle smiles and leans in to give him a kiss that’s over far too soon. “Thought so.”

Jisung relaxes in his desk chair, though he’s still shaking with need. He forces his eyes off of Chenle’s pleased face and back to the screen, propping his chin on Chenle’s shoulder to watch.

“Hold on,” Chenle says, petting the back of his hair. “I think you got too distracted. You should probably start the film from the beginning, don’t you think?”

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“Breathe, Jisung.”

Chenle’s voice is sweet and soothing, pure and loving. She looks like a real life angel where she kneels between Jisung’s spread legs, wearing the lavender lingerie set he bought her at the mall last weekend, cheeks flushed and hair tucked behind her red ears.

She fucks her fingers into Jisung deeper and smiles when he lets out a strangled whine. “That feel good?”

Jisung burns all over, but he nods, parting his thighs wider and taking a shaky breath to try and calm himself while his girlfriend opens him up on her fingers. “I—I think I’m ready for…” he starts, then trails off, embarrassed.

He wants Chenle to fuck him again, wants to let her reduce him to a crying mess with one of the stupid strap-on dildos she hides away for moments like this, but the concept of saying it out loud is beyond humiliating.

“What?” Chenle murmurs, angling her fingers just right and beaming when Jisung lets out a gasping moan. “Tell me what you want, Jisung.”

Jisung stares up at her pleadingly and arches his back with another cry when she continues to tease him. “Pl-Please…” he breathes, unable to say the words.

“Please what? What do you want me to do?” She curls her fingers meanly, eyes lighting up when Jisung sobs and clenches, overwhelmed. “I’m not doing it unless you ask.”

Jisung whines, fingers clutching the sheets for some sense of stability. “Want you to fuck me,” he finally whispers, face searing.

Chenle gazes down at him in silence for a few seconds, fingers slowing but still moving inside him. Jisung briefly worries that she’s going to make him repeat himself, but then she starts speaking.

“Yeah? You want me inside you, baby boy?” she murmurs, pulling her fingers out of Jisung with care. He whimpers at the sudden emptiness, and she soothes him with a soft shhh, petting his thigh. “You want me to fill you up?”

Jisung nods, eyes stinging with embarrassment. His cock leaks onto his stomach, aching and untouched.

Chenle coos at him and slides off the bed to grab her harness and the menacingly large dildo they picked out. Jisung watches her every move, mouth watering and heart pounding.

“Do you want me to use a condom, baby?” Chenle asks when she crawls back onto the bed, dildo secured against her body.

Jisung shakes his head and flushes, cock twitching at the implications, even if they’re absurd.

“No? Why?” Chenle presses, hiding a smile because she knows. She stares down at Jisung expectantly as she starts to slick up the dildo with lube, raising her eyebrows.

“I—” Jisung chokes out, burning all over. “W-Want you to come inside me.”

Chenle giggles delightedly, and Jisung whines, body stinging with arousal. “If that’s what you want, baby. I’ll fuck you raw,” Chenle promises, moving between Jisung’s legs again. 

She hovers over him with one hand planted on the bed and uses the other to nudge the tip of the dildo against Jisung’s hole, and Jisung squeaks, tensing up. He whimpers loudly when she starts to press in, legs trembling on either side of Chenle’s hips.

“Relax,” Chenle murmurs, letting go of the dildo once it’s eased halfway inside Jisung and reaching forward to caress his cheek. It seems she can tell how tight he is even though she can’t actually feel him. The thought makes Jisung dizzy.

He breathes out slowly and tries to loosen up, allowing Chenle to push all the way inside him. He whimpers pathetically once she’s buried in him all the way, thighs twitching.

“There we go,” Chenle praises gently, shifting her weight from one hand to the other so she can maneuver Jisung’s legs until they’re hooked over her shoulders. “Such a good boy, stay just like this for me.”

Jisung tears up in desperation, fisting the sheets. “Please,” he whispers. “Need it, Chenle—Need you.”

“I know, baby,” Chenle coos. “I’ve got you, I promise. I’m going to fill you up so good.” She starts to fuck him, then, pound into him, bra slipping with her movements, and Jisung can only toss his head back with a sob and watch and take it.

“Oh my god,” he gasps, eyes stinging. She’s rough with him tonight, claiming, like she’s trying to ruin him for anyone else, and she has.

“That’s it,” she chokes out, fucking him with hard, deep thrusts. “You’re always so pliant, good boy. Gonna leave you dripping with my cum, and then we’ll do it all over again.”

Jisung wails, tears sliding down his cheeks. “Want it, please,” he sobs. The mixture of humiliation and pleasure is mindbending. “W-Want your cum.”

“I know you do, sweet boy.” Chenle dips down and kisses him, wet and possessive. “I’ll give it to you, since you asked so sweetly.”

Jisung moans into her mouth and arches his back, eyelids drooping. He feels completely defiled by Chenle, and he loves it. He’s obsessed with it, craves more of it.

She fucks into him harder and hushes him when he cries out, peppering his tear-streaked face with kisses. “Shhh. Stay quiet, baby,” she breathes against his skin. “Everyone can hear you. They’ll know you’re in here letting me knock you up.”

Jisung’s body trembles with a stifled sob. Pleasure courses through his veins, making him lightheaded. “Chenle, pl-please,” he splutters.

“I’ve got you,” Chenle whispers. “Just take it, sweetheart. I’ll give you everything.”