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Seunghyun didn’t like this feeling. He watches as Jiyong has his hands on a girl's hip, swaying along to one of their new songs. Their steps meet the ground at the exact same time, perfectly falling into each other's arms. His stomach felt like he was at the drop of a rollercoaster, or like he had a thousand butterflies trying to break free from his stomach. There was just no name he could think of.
It couldn’t be jealousy. Jiyong has been his for over two years, one dance couldn’t make him jealous. He knew where his lover's heart resided. With a screech on the floor, Jiyong had misplaced his foot, leading to the two restarting their dance. It had only taken them today to learn most of the dance. To learn where to run his hands down her body, to learn how to be perfectly in his space; not too close, but not too far.
But still too close.
With a swig of water, he readjusts his position on the floor, sitting up more properly. He had already practiced dancing with his dancing partners, but considering how much he didn’t dance, it didn’t take that long to learn it. All he had to do was make some hand gestures and look cool. Jiyong meanwhile had to do this elaborate, intimate dance.
A stupid idea would pop into his head at that moment. Maybe he was just envious of the way Jiyong moved with her. Jiyong was not as great a dancer as Youngbae, but he still moved with so much fluidity and movement. Maybe if he could learn to dance like her, Jiyong might pay attention to him and think he was super cool.
That isn’t jealousy, right?
No, the word still didn’t feel right. Seunghyun knew jealousy, and this wasn’t it.
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Seunghyun would find himself in the dance studio two days later. Watching himself in the walls of mirrors, he tries to replicate the girl's movements. It was awkward since he was just by himself, but his determination was stronger than the embarrassment he felt. He was far from a good dancer, but if he could just perfect this one dance for Jiyong-
“Seunghyun?”
He jumps, whipping his head behind him with a yelp. It was Jiyong. The man stood by the entrance of the studio, letting the door close behind him.
“Jiyong? What are you doing here?” Seunghyun answers with a nervous voice. He hopes it isn’t too noticeable.. Jiyong wasn’t supposed to be here!
“That’s what I should be asking you. Top in the dance studio at 6:30 in the morning? That’s unheard of” Jiyong smiles with amusement, watching the older awkwardly try to act normal. He sets his bag down at the door, making his way to Seunghyun.
“Can’t I get some dance practice in? You know how I am..” Seunghyun mutters, kicking his foot back and forth, fidgeting with his fingers behind his back. He was totally playing it cool.
“Sure, if it was any other dance. You already finished your dance practice days ago! There’s nothing you need to practice so early in the morning” Jiyong lightly punches his shoulder, his smile only growing wider, “What do you even need to practice? Swinging your hands around and tapping your foot? If anything I need the practice”
“I could help you with your dance” Seunghyun bashfully mumbles, cheeks turning red. Why was he reacting this way? Like a teen with his crush? They were dating!
“Really?” Jiyong questions, his tone full of disbelief, “and how are you going to do that?”
The eldest holds his hand out to the youngest, taking a deep breath, trying to look Jiyong in the eyes. This shouldn’t be so hard! His hands were already starting to sweat and he could feel a sick feeling flutter in his stomach.
“Dance with me?”
“Sure, I’ll humor you”
Jiyong places his hand into Seunghyun's, and within seconds, they’re set off in motion. Jiyong twirls the two of them around until Seunghyun's back is pressed up against Jiyong's chest. Their hands stay locked together as they move their feet to the song playing on his phone. They move their hips, bend their knees, and most importantly move their hands.
Seunghyun hadn’t thought this through, he realizes. Jiyong is able to run his hands down his body just like he does the dancer, but Seunghyun fails to reach his hand back and around Jiyong's neck. He was too tall, and Seunghyun was too short. He hears Jiyong start to laugh, and the dance comes to an end.
Jiyong crumbles on the floor, crouching with a hand to his mouth giggling. Seunghyun doesn’t share that laughter. That miscalculation led to the most embarrassing thing he thinks he’s ever done. Why did he think he could do this? Dance with his lover like there was no one else in the room? In the world? He turns off the music, standing there.
“Why did you think that would work?? You’re obviously too tall!” Jiyong laughs more, hiding his face in his arms, “I am impressed you learned that much from just watching, is that what you’ve been-” Jiyong stops, and the room instantly becomes quiet as Jiyong's smile falls, “Seunghyun? Why aren’t you laughing too?”
Jiyong rises to his feet, analyzing Seunghyun's face. His eyes darted everywhere, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concern, as he tried to understand the expression. The older’s eyes were red rimmed with tears, nose and ears also red. He refused to look at him, instead looking sorrowfully at the ground. He reaches a hand towards Seunghyun's face, gently resting it on his cheek, but Seunghyun doesn’t lean into it like he usually did.
“I don’t understand. Why are you crying?” Jiyong asks in a hushed voice, “It was just a dance. We can try again, if that’s what you want?”
“I’m not crying” Seunghyun sniffles, a shuddered breath leaving his lips, “And it’s fine. You should practice. This is stupid anyways-”
“You must think I'm heartless if you think I can practice knowing you’re upset. Tell me what’s wrong” With the hand that’s on Seunghyun's cheek, he cups his jaw and moves his face towards him. Jiyong could get a better look at his face, but Seunghyun still refused to look at him.
Seunghyun couldn’t face the shame he felt with Jiyong's gaze on him. His body felt like he couldn’t move, his lips frozen as words he wanted to say refused to come out. At least words that were lies. He didn’t even know the truth of what he was feeling. He knew that he felt hurt. He knew that he wanted Jiyong to smile when he saw him. He wanted Jiyong in his arms. He wanted Jiyong.
But he doesn’t feel worthy.
“I just thought, maybe..” Seunghyun starts, but the words die on his tongue. He never was good with his feelings.
“Look at me, love” Jiyong demands, and Seunghyun listens, eyes slowly rising to meet Jiyong's worried stare. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed of. You can tell me what’s wrong”
Seunghyun bites his bottom lip.
“I thought that.. That we could dance together like you and that girl. Whenever I see you two dance, I feel.. I feel like..” Seunghyun bites his lip again, trying to focus on his words, “I don’t know what I feel like. I’m not jealous. I just feel.. a craving. I wanted to be in her place, with you holding me, falling into rhythm..”
“Seunghyun, you didn’t have to learn a whole dance to get close to me. If you wanted my attention and my touches you could’ve just asked” Jiyong teases. His hand moves up behind Seunghyun's ear, playing with his hair with his fingers.
“Don’t put it like that! That’s not-”
“Then why else would you try to recreate that dance? Considering the dance is pretty intimate, maybe you just missed when we..? We have been too busy the past two months” Jiyong teases, stirring a reaction out of Seunghyun. There was truth to his words, but why put it like that??
“When you put it like that it’s embarrassing.. I just miss you. I want to be a good boyfriend for you. I want to be your everything”
“You are my everything” Jiyong grabs the back of Seunghyun's neck, fingers buried in his hair and connecting their lips. Jiyong's lips were so soft and warm against his dry ones. A tongue tracing his bottom lip changed that quickly.
Jiyong deepens the kiss, entering his tongue inside of Seunghyun's mouth. He hadn’t realized how much he missed Jiyong until this moment. Every tug of his hair and every time his tongue met the younger’s, a rush of heat would spread throughout his body, especially down there..
His back hits the mirror behind him as Jiyong basically lunges at him. Jiyong's body was pressed against his, and Seunghyun grabs his waist, pulling him even closer. Everything before this was a blur, desperation and lust the only thing consuming his thoughts. He wanted Jiyong. He wanted him so bad.
A knee is suddenly placed in between his legs. Seunghyun releases the kiss with a gasp, a string of saliva falling from their previously joined lips and down his lips. He looks down at Jiyong. He had a mischievous smile on his swollen lips, looking back up at him with a combination of both lust and love. Desire.
“Look at yourself in the mirror” Jiyong commands, cupping Seunghyun’s jaw and moving it towards a mirror on their side, “Look at how hot you are. Drool falling from your lips, that look in your eyes.. your flushed face.. God, could you look any more desirable?”
Seunghyun’s face only grows redder, the descriptions of himself stirring something in him. He looked a mess already, and it was just one messy kiss.
“For not liking being touched you’re awfully touched starved” Jiyong keeps Seunghyun’s face in the same direction, lifting his lover's jaw up to lick a stripe from his collarbone up to his throat He moves his knee up at that same moment. Seunghyun lets out a shaky breath, hands clenched in Jiyong's clothing.
“All it takes is that and you’re under my thumb? Where’s your edge, baby? Do you like it when I’m in control?” Jiyong licks a spot on the side of his neck, biting down softly, dragging his teeth. Seunghyun’s heart pumps out of his chest, staring at Jiyong's lips working its magic on his neck. “You should give up control more often. You’re so pretty like this”
“Jiyong, please..” Seunghyun whines, “I need you.. I need-“ Jiyong pushes his knee deeper into his crouch, moving it back and forth. Seunghyun moans, the pleasure and the tightness in his pants growing every time his knee grinds against him. His legs shake beneath him, and he clutches onto Jiyong tighter, “More, Jiyong, please”
“More what, baby? Be specific” Jiyong smirks against his neck, licking over one of his previous bites, “Need me to tell you how pretty you are? How I can’t resist you? How you make me so damn aroused with your expression alone?” Jiyong questions, licking another bite with each one. Seunghyun was getting more restless with every lick, hands clenching and unclenching, body trembling.
“You’re so embarrassing..” Seunghyun scrunches his face, the flush on his cheeks very telling of how embarrassed he was. Jiyong's words were like a lullaby putting him to sleep, instead making him fall deeper and deeper into submission. It was something new to him, and he couldn’t figure out if it was too much or if he wanted more. He was always dominant in the bedroom.
“You love it” Jiyong grins, pulling back from his neck and bringing Seunghyun’s face back down to look at him, “Why don’t we bring this.. ‘dance’ back to my place? Wouldn’t want anyone walking in here, would we? The mirror behind you is already clouded up because of us”
Seunghyun groans in frustration. He wanted it now, but he couldn’t face the shame of someone accidentally seeing them. He would accuse Jiyong of dragging this out, but the other was just as turned on. Jiyong’s leggings had an untouched bulge in them, sweat running down his face and his arms, and his facial expression slacked. They were both just as desperate.
Which is why they wasted no time reaching Jiyong's home. As soon as that door closed behind them, Jiyong led Seunghyun straight to the bedroom and laid him down on the bed.
“I’m gonna take care of you, okay, love?” Jiyong smiles with adoration, pecking his cheeks. He moves to the bedside table, taking out a bottle of lube. Tossing it on the bed beside Seunghyun, he crawls atop of him, locking their lips once more and rolling his hips into his crotch.
“Enough teasing..” Seunghyun pulls away, only for lips to shut him up again. The car ride already had him so pent up. It felt good to finally have some friction and touches, but he desperately needed more. He needed Jiyong everywhere.
“I want to savor this. It’s not often I’m the one in charge” Jiyong pouts, then mischievously smiles. Suddenly his shirt is lifted up, just below his chest, and Jiyong is peppering kisses all over his stomach.
“Jiyong!” Seunghyun shouts, attempting to push the other away, but Jiyong catches his hands.
“I’m sorry, you’re just so beautiful. I want to admire all the parts you never show” Seunghyun retreats his hands from Jiyong's grasp, instead covering his face. Those words kept making his heart race. Jiyong slightly lifts Seunghyun’s shirt, looking up at him, “Is it okay if I take off your shirt?”
“No, I want to keep it on,” Seunghyun mutters into his arms. Jiyong seems to accept that answer, but still manages to find a loophole for what he wants. One of his nipples suddenly becomes wet, the other twisted in between fingers. He lets out a surprised moan.
Jiyong was pinching and rubbing one of his nipples, and sucked the other nipple with his mouth, coating his shirt in saliva. He was playing with his nipples through his damn shirt. Why was this so erotic?
He moves onto Seunghyun’s other nipple, twirling his tongue, grazing his teeth on the bud. Seunghyun mewls. Jiyong's other hand travels south, unbuttoning his jeans. Both hands now pull down his pants, stopping his assault on his nipple so that he could focus on getting his jeans off.
“You’re so good for me, baby. So patient..” Jiyong says in a hush, now dragging his tongue on his dick through the boxers. Seunghyun shakily moans, clutching the sheets.
“You really love..” Seunghyun moans again, boxers warm and soaked in Jiyong's saliva and presumably precum, “you really love using that tongue.”
“And I’ve noticed you really like my praise. It almost puts you in a trance” Jiyong pulls Seunghyun’s boxers down, revealing his length. Jiyong wastes no time with that, spreading his lover's legs and placing a leg over his shoulder, “Do I not compliment you enough? If it turns you on so much, I should do it all the time”
Jiyong picks up the lube from the bed, coating his fingers in the liquid and tracing Seunghyun’s rim. Seunghyun flinches from the cold sensation, scrunching his nose. Jiyong slowly nudges a finger in, watching as his hole sucks it in.
“God, you take my finger so well. Can you handle one or two more? Can you be a good boy and take it?” Jiyong pumps his finger in and out, then proceeds to slowly add a second one.
“G-good.. boy?” Seunghyun trembles.
“Oh, you like that?” Jiyong grins cockily, his two fingers going faster and a little deeper, “You like being called a good boy? Like when I have my fingers deep inside you?”
The same sensation from earlier washes over Seunghyun. Everything surrounding them fades into the background. All he can hear are Jiyong's words, and the feeling of those fingers penetrating him. He had wanted to be Jiyong's everything, but now it was Jiyong who was everything.
Seunghyun’s back arches, little huffs and moans slipping from his mouth. His heart was pounding out of his chest. Jiyong slips in another finger, and he almost yells. It doesn’t last too long though. The moment that third finger slipped in, it only took a few pumps until Jiyong removed all his fingers.
He tries to catch his breath as the sensations downstairs ended, but then he looks up and his breath is caught. Jiyong is removing his shirt and it’s one of the most attractive things he’s ever seen. Sweat rolls down his stomach and glistens on his chest. Then Jiyong starts to remove his leggings.
“Jiyong.. hurry, please” Seunghyun begs, trying not to come off as whiny but fails to do so. A bottle cap snaps open and then Jiyong is leaning over him. He pecks his cheeks and then gently kisses Seunghyun’s lips. Jiyong is moaning and breathing heavily into their kiss, the sound of fapping being heard in the background.
“Seunghyun… Seunghyun hyung-” Jiyong pants, capturing Seunghyun's lips once more, like if he didn’t kiss him it was the end of the world, “You’re so good for me, Seunghyun. So patient.. Waiting so prettily for me. I can’t wait to fuck you”
“Then do it.. I need you”
“God, you’re so damn hot,” Jiyong bites his lip, grunting. Without any warning, Jiyong lifts Seunghyun's other leg over his shoulder, and his dick is lined up with his hole. He slowly presses in, and Seunghyun loses the ability to breathe. His mouth is agape, head thrown back and eyebrows creased as Jiyong reaches deeper and deeper until he’s all the way inside.
Jiyong continues to pant, his eyes watching Seunghyun with adoration. Seunghyun’s eyes were dazed as if he had already been fucked, and it was so damn attractive. Seunghyun couldn’t match that gaze even if he wanted to. He felt like he was on another planet.
“Are you okay, baby?” Jiyong asks, rubbing Seunghyun's thigh. Seunghyun nods. “Words, baby. Please?”
“M’ fine” Seunghyun mumbles, his eyes finally looking down at Jiyong, “Feels.. good”
After waiting another minute, Jiyong starts to move. He goes in and out of Seunghyun at a gentle pace, kissing the knees that rest on his shoulders. Seunghyun can’t control the noises that come from his mouth, delicate whines and moans pouring out.
Jiyong sensually runs his hands up Seunghyun’s torso, leaning forward and capturing his nipples in his mouth once more. The shirt stayed on as he licked and sucked, but his hands traveled underneath and to his other nipple.
Seunghyun was practically bent in half, being penetrated in such a gentle and loving way. It was so passionate and still as breathtaking as when they usually have sex. He takes a hold of Jiyong's hair, not quite grabbing it but instead caressing his fingers through his roots.
“Seunghyun, I love you so much” Jiyong moans, forehead resting on Seunghyun's chest as he runs his fingers through his hair, “If you ever feel like I don’t give you enough attention.. or affection.. please tell me. I don’t want you to feel deprived”
Seunghyun feels tears sprouting in his eyes at the words, and the pleasure only makes it harder to contain.
“I love you too..” Seunghyun mutters out of breath, holding onto his hair tighter yet lovingly, like he didn’t want Jiyong to leave his hold. “I promise I’ll let you know.. as long as you call me good boy again”
Seunghyun giggles, and then lets out a loud, high pitched whine as Jiyong slams into him all the sudden, hitting his prostate dead on. Jiyong was always perfect like that, even with his aim.
“Oh, yeah? Just had to ruin the moment, didn’t you?” Jiyong puts his hands on the mattress, lifting himself up and caging Seunghyun in. He stares at his lover's face, a cheeky grin on his face. “I’m gonna make you come just from my words alone. You can do that, right? Can you come for me untouched like the good boy you are?”
His thrusts get harder and quicker, but not quite rough. It was passionate and full of desire, and Seunghyun was drinking it up.
“You’re so sensitive, hyung. That’s what I really love about you..” Jiyong licks and bites at the other's neck again, whispering hot breaths on his skin, “Learned a whole dance just to impress me.. so romantic, so creative.. all mine”
Those two words repeat in his mind, ‘all mine.’ Jiyong bites him hard after he spills those two words from his lips, and pretty much instantaneously he’s coming hard. He cries out, gripping Jiyong's hair hard as ropes of come cover his and Jiyong’s stomachs.
“Jiyong.. I’m yours. I’ll always be yours” Seunghyun cries, “My princess.”
Jiyong cries right after him, releasing his own load deep into Seunghyun. The two ride it out together, until they’re laying there panting in each other’s embrace. Jiyong hides his face in Seunghyun’s chest shyly, clutching onto his shirt.
“I didn’t mean to.. come inside” Jiyong mumbles, “M’sorry, I’ll clean you up” Jiyong reluctantly rises up, letting Seunghyun’s legs fall from his shoulders. Seunghyun hisses. Jiyong slides out from his hold and out of his hole then momentarily leaves the room. He returns with a rag and a glass of water.
He sets the water down and gets to work, cleaning the come that spills from Seunghyun’s hole and the come that’s on their chests. Seunghyun moans from discomfort. The feeling of the warm sticky liquid inside of him was something he could never get used to.
Jiyong finishes up pretty quickly, cleaning Seunghyun’s hole the best that he could. They both take a drink of water, then quickly return to cuddling on the bed. They were still naked, but they didn’t care. The nakedness made them feel closer to one another, more vulnerable.
Jiyong could’ve fallen asleep, with Seunghyun’s hand petting him and the body heat they shared. That was until he opened his big mouth.
“So.. princess, huh?”
“Oh, shut up!” Jiyong hits his shoulder, hiding his face into the nook of Seunghyun’s neck, “Go to sleep. Forget that ever happened”
“Sure, princess Jiyong”