fic: oppa [block b; jaeco; nc-17]
oppa
block b; jaeco; nc-17; 2600
jiho's such a good boy. really, he is.
oppa
Jaehyo sprawls out on Jiho’s bed like it’s his and not Jiho’s. He raises a questioning eyebrow at Jaehyo but gets no response. Instead, Jaehyo fixes him with a gaze that makes Jiho’s insides quiver. He’s seen that look before, when Jaehyo thinks he’s watching porn and no one knows about it. But Jiho’s watched Jaehyo jack off on a nightly basis, his own hand finding his cock every night. He always comes mere seconds after Jaehyo, who always takes his time, pumping himself slowly and deliberately. Jiho’s messier, always has to hide his gasps into his pillow, sometimes coming without even touching himself.
“Jiho,” Jaehyo starts, licking his lips as he stares Jiho down. “Will you listen to your hyung?”
At first Jiho doesn’t know how to respond but Jaehyo’s hand is smoothing his shirt down, travelling lower until he seems to adjust his sweatpants. Jiho’s eyes widen in understanding and he nods without even thinking.
“What a good boy,” Jaehyo smirks, ushering Jiho toward him with a single finger. Jiho takes a step closer, head turning toward the door of their room momentarily. It’s closed but that doesn’t always mean someone won’t barge in.
“Don’t worry, I sent them all out to buy dinner,” Jaehyo murmurs, as he pulls Jiho closer to him. Jiho stumbles, nearly falling on top of Jaehyo but his hyung has a grip on his hips so tight, Jiho’s afraid he might leave bruises. He’s not too sure how he’s going to hide those or explain them.
“You like to watch, don’t you, Jiho?” Jaehyo asks him, voice dropping an octave and Jiho’s cock twitches at the sound. This earns him a chuckle and Jiho swears he’s never seen Jaehyo like this. He swallows, throat suddenly dry.
Jaehyo’s hand is rubbing itself between his thighs, and Jiho’s mesmerised by the sight. Jaehyo’s mouth is hanging open now, little satisfied sighs escaping his lips every time he lets one of his fingers graze over his dick.
Jiho’s seen the length of it before, woken up in a sheen of sweat and sticky boxers imagining Jaehyo slamming into him, over and over and over until Jiho comes so hard he blacks out. “Hyung,” he rasps, realising how he can’t even manage the simplest of words.
Jaehyo looks up at him, eyes half-lidded and Jiho can see Jaehyo’s dick stretching the fabric of his sweatpants upwards. Jiho wants to slide down that cock, feel Jaehyo inside him until he’s completely undone.
“Hmm?” Jaehyo hums, hand finally palming his dick, fingers wrapping around his cock loosely, the fabric of his pants restricting how much of a grasp he can really have. Jiho wants to ask him if he can touch him instead, if he can touch Jaehyo until he’s panting Jiho’s name the way Jiho pants Jaehyo’s in his mind.
The question gets lodged in his throat, Jaehyo sliding out of his sweatpants in one easy motion. Jiho makes a choking noise, completely thrown off by Jaehyo’s nakedness underneath. Jaehyo smirks again, fingers clasping his length in his hand. Jiho thinks his fingers are perfect, long and dainty, the perfect length to stroke himself to the brink.
He drops to his knees in front of Jaehyo, hands planting firmly on Jaehyo’s naked thighs. Jaehyo makes a small moan as he glides his left hand inwards, fingers just grazing Jaehyo’s balls. Jaehyo pushes the hand away though, shaking his head. “No, you only get to watch.”
Jiho wants to protest to this but the look in Jaehyo’s eyes tells him there will be no changing his mind. Instead, he watches the quick slick of Jaehyo’s hand pumping his cock, his eyes half-lidded, mouth parted ever so slightly. Jiho can hear the smallest of pants escaping him, and it’s enough that he leans up, using Jaehyo’s thighs for that extra bit of leverage before he takes Jaehyo’s lips in his own.
Jaehyo moans on contact, soft lips parting as Jiho presses incessantly closer. His tongue dips inside, Jaehyo’s mouth welcoming, one of his hands fisting into Jiho’s t-shirt. Jiho’s own hands wander into Jaehyo’s hair, curling into the hair by his nape. “Hyung,” he whines, anxious and desperate and he just wants to touch Jaehyo, feel his cum between his fingers.
But Jaehyo knows what he wants better than Jiho, pulling Jiho closer just to toss him onto the bed. Jiho lands with an oof, eyes still locked on Jaehyo. His hyung looms over him, one hand still wrapped around his dick.
“Do you want me that bad, Jiho?” Jaehyo purrs, and Jiho can only swallow dryly, nod his head a bit too eagerly. Jaehyo grins at his reaction though, a knee sinking into the bed between Jiho’s legs. Jiho rises up, resting his weight on his elbows and Jaehyo leans in a little bit closer, face hovering mere inches away from Jiho’s.
“I thought you just liked to watch,” Jaehyo whispers, voice dropping low again, sending an electrifying shiver all the way to Jiho’s crotch.
“I want to touch you,” Jiho replies, eyes fixated on Jaehyo’s cock.
“Then touch me.”
Jiho’s never seen such a look of intensity on Jaehyo’s face, his hand dropping away from his erect cock. There’s precum glistening on the head and Jiho wants to just swallow Jaehyo whole, wonders if he can even manage it. He pushes himself up further, Jaehyo slowly climbing on top of the bed. There’s a moment of hesitancy, before Jiho licks his lips and takes the head of Jaehyo’s dick into his mouth.
He immediately tastes the salty, bitterness on his tongue but pushes forward, a hand coming up to rest on the curve of Jaehyo’s hip. It’s impossible for him to take all of Jaehyo into his mouth, so he presses his tongue as firmly as he can against the underside of Jaehyo’s cock, relishing the low whine it gets him out of Jaehyo.
“Fuck, Jiho,” Jaehyo growls, his hand fisting into Jiho’s hair, pulling hard enough that it hurts just that little bit. Jiho pulls off of Jaehyo, bobbing back down seconds later; his lips press tightly around Jaehyo, jaw stretching as he swallows him. Jiho builds a steady rhythm, fingers pressing into Jaehyo’s hips to keep Jaehyo from choking him.
Jaehyo’s panting breaths echo through the room, sending shivers running down Jiho’s spine, coiling into a single pulsing want. Jiho’s hand moves in sync with his mouth, pumping Jaehyo’s cock as his tongue continues to press against him.
“Stop, stop,” Jaehyo finally manages, pulling away from Jiho. Jiho can’t help the whine that escapes him, the way his body leans after Jaehyo, who pulls his head back from the roots of his hair.
Jiho gasps at the pain, head pulled back to far enough that it strains his neck. Jaehyo stares down at him, still kneeling on the bed and licks his lips. He leans forward, pressing his lips against Jiho’s, tongue sweeping into Jiho’s mouth with absolutely no resistance. Jiho can barely think straight, mind a mess with a single screaming desire ripping through everything.
Breaking the kiss, Jiho whimpers as Jaehyo sucks his bottom lip into his own before letting go. He’s panting and Jiho can hear his own heavy breathing ringing through his ears. It sounds oddly distance, as if he weren’t actually here, sucking Jaehyo’s dick.
“Fuck me,” Jiho tells Jaehyo, whose eyes widen a bit at the bluntness, maybe not believing Jiho would be so forthcoming. Jiho can hardly believe he’s said it himself but he wants this. He’s wanted this for fucking months.
But the surprise disappears into the blackness of Jaehyo’s eyes, pupils dilated with desire and lust and Jiho’s trying to remember that last time he was so turned on just looking at someone. “Please, hyung.”
“Oppa,” Jaehyo says, and for split second Jiho doesn’t know what he means. “You have to call me oppa, then I’ll fuck you.”
Jiho can’t help the blush that creeps into his cheeks, as if calling his hyung oppa were more embarrassing than sucking his dick. He swallows, Jaehyo’s hold on his hair loosening. “Fuck me, oppa.”
Jaehyo makes a disgruntled noise, as if angry and turned on at the same time, before he pushes Jiho onto his bed. “Fuck, gladly.”
He makes easy work of Jiho’s pants, sliding Jiho out of his boxers at the same time. Jiho’s dick springs up, angry and red and leaking and he feels the flush return to his cheeks, horrified that Jaehyo was seeing him like this.
“Do you like me this much, Jiho?” Jaehyo grins, pulling his shirt off over his head. Jiho doesn’t even respond, too mesmerised by Jaehyo’s hardened nipples and the jut of his collarbones. Pushing himself up, Jiho presses soft kisses against Jaehyo’s neck, travelling south as his hands pressed into the small of Jaehyo’s back.
How many times had he imagined this? How many times had he pumped himself dry to the pace of Jaehyo’s ragged breathes, imagining Jaehyo inside of him over and over and over again.
He cups Jaehyo’s ass, with what confidence, Jiho doesn’t know but it earns him a gasping moan, his name like music on Jaehyo’s lips. Jiho presses further, lips finally making it to Jaehyo’s nipple, biting down on the nub to hear the hiss escape Jaehyo. He licks it afterwards, sucking softly as he presses a finger between Jaehyo’s ass, relishing Jaehyo’s squirming in his hands.
“Where’d you learn to seduce so well, Jiho?” Jaehyo pants and Jiho nearly stops, before registering the fact that Jaehyo was actually a hot mess because of him. Instead, he bites down on Jaehyo’s nipple a second time, harder and Jaehyo nearly screams.
“From oppa,” Jiho responds, swirling his tongue around the nub before pulling away. Jaehyo’s smirking at him, kissing him again as he pushes Jiho down. He pulls away for mere seconds before returning, a tube in his hands. Jiho registers what it is, slightly shocked. He didn’t think this would ever happen.
“Tell me what you want, Jiho.” Jaehyo’s hands are rubbing against the insides of his thighs, fingers just short of his cock every time. “What do you want me to do?”
Jiho knows Jaehyo already knows, knows that Jaehyo only wants to hear him spell it out because he gets a kick out of it but the embarrassment is so intense that Jiho wants to hide his face behind a pillow. Instead, he hides it behind his arms, face heating up. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Who?” Jaehyo teases, and Jiho gasps when he feels Jaehyo’s hot breath over his cock.
“I want oppa to fuck me,” Jiho mumbles, moaning as Jaehyo’s mouth closes over his dick, his small snickering sending vibrations down his length. Jiho lets out a sigh at the sensation, before he feels one of Jaehyo’s fingers press at his entrance. He tenses up almost immediately, but Jaehyo tells him to relax, rubbing at Jiho’s entrance instead. There’s a lulling sort of pleasure that comes from it, before Jaehyo presses the finger inside. Jiho tries his very best to stay relaxed, the intrusion of Jaehyo’s finger foreign and uncomfortable.
It doesn’t hurt though, like Jiho had half expected - he’d never quite had the guts to experiment that way with himself, jacking off was always good enough. He feels uncomfortable most of all but as Jaehyo starts pumping the finger back and forth, Jiho gets accustomed to the sensation. “You can add in another finger.”
Jaehyo’s mouth hasn’t left Jiho’s dick, slick lips swallowing him whole. “Oppa,” he cries, the word still strange and awkward in his mouth but every time he uses it Jaehyo does what he wants him too. Jiho feels the second finger almost right after, a slow burning not building up. He waits to get familiar with it, focusing instead on the way Jaehyo almost kisses the head of his cock every few seconds. Jaehyo adds a third soon after, scissoring Jiho open and it hurts like nothing Jiho’s ever felt before; tears sit at the corners of his eyes, ready to fall.
So he focuses on the way Jaehyo’s mouth feels around his dick and he gets so caught up in it that when Jaehyo curls his fingers inside him, Jiho barely notices, until he feels a burst of pleasure so intense he whimpers. When Jaehyo brushes that exact same spot again, Jiho nearly sobs, fingers lacing into Jaehyo’s hair. “Hyung, please, please.”
Jaehyo stops immediately, mouth popping off of Jiho’s dick. “You’re not listening, Jiho,” Jaehyo scolds him. He’s frowning and the curl of embarrassment that Jiho’s experienced all night is nothing next to the ringing in his body from literally two rubs of Jaehyo’s fingers against that sweet spot of his.
“O-oppa, please, please just fuck me,” Jiho stutters, and Jaehyo grins at him.
“There’s a good boy.”
Jaehyo’s fingers haven’t left Jiho but as he pulls them out, Jiho lets out a humiliating whine, a hand already moving to cover his mouth.
“Fuck, you’re so hot, aren’t you Jiho? So fucking hot,” Jaehyo tells him, and Jiho watches, already feeling drained from being kept from cumming for so long, as Jaehyo lathers himself up with lube. He feels him press at his entrance, slightly terrified before Jaehyo pushes inside. Jiho’s hands dig into his bed sheets, fisting them between his fingers as he fights the pain.
Jaehyo moves excruciating slowly, whispering small nothings to Jiho to relax and when Jaehyo’s all the way inside of Jiho, when Jiho feels so full that he thinks he could just die, Jaehyo pulls back out.
Jiho lets out a shuddering breath, watching the look of concentration of Jaehyo’s face, waiting for him to push back in. Jiho’s pretty sure he’s going to cry, pretty sure he’s right there but Jaehyo next slide in is easier. And when he hits Jiho’s prostate again, Jiho doesn’t muffle his cry of pleasure, too relieved, too caught up in how good it feels.
“Do you like that Jiho?” Jaehyo asks him and Jiho nods, “Yes, yes, oppa, fuck, it feels so good.”
Jaehyo’s thrusting builds a rhythm, slow and steady at first before Jiho is incoherently babbling Jaehyo’s name and oppa and fuck, fuck, fuck as Jaehyo pumps into harder. Jaehyo’s hand wraps around Jiho’s neglected cock and begins stroking it as he fucks into Jiho, slowing down every now and then to refuse Jiho his orgasm.
He starts pulling out completely, the sound of his cock entering and leaving Jiho’s ass turning into a tormenting pattern. “Do you want me to finish, Jiho? How bad do you want to come?”
Jiho thinks that Jaehyo’s really just a motherfucking asshole but he manages to hold Jaehyo’s expectant gaze. “Please,” he whines, “I’ll do, I’ll do anything, please let me come, oppa, please.”
Jaehyo’s smirk makes Jiho’s heart stop but when Jaehyo picks up his pace, thrusting getting faster and harder, Jiho can barely see straight. Jaehyo’s face is utterly flushed though, lips red and swollen and there is sweat clinging to his hair. Jiho wants to brush his hair away, wants to come so bad that he can’t stop telling Jaehyo, “Fuck, fuck, oppa, oppa, let me come, let me-”
He arches off the mattress when Jaehyo finally hits his prostate one last time, Jaehyo’s name a silent scream on his lips as his head goes completely white. He can feel his cum shooting onto his stomach, can feel Jaehyo’s cum coating his insides and it’s so hot and good, Jiho can barely breath.
Jaehyo collapses on top of him and Jiho can’t move or push Jaehyo off, for that matter, limbs too tired to function. Jiho feels Jaehyo place a kiss in the curve of his neck before rolling off of him. He lies on his bed, panting, trying to regain some semblance of what had just happened, body still pulsing from how good it felt.
“I hope you’re ready for round two soon,” Jaehyo says, voice still ragged, laughing at the bewildered expression Jiho knows he’s making. What the fuck had he gotten himself into.
- :D!
block b; jaeco; nc-17; 2600
jiho's such a good boy. really, he is.
oppa
Jaehyo sprawls out on Jiho’s bed like it’s his and not Jiho’s. He raises a questioning eyebrow at Jaehyo but gets no response. Instead, Jaehyo fixes him with a gaze that makes Jiho’s insides quiver. He’s seen that look before, when Jaehyo thinks he’s watching porn and no one knows about it. But Jiho’s watched Jaehyo jack off on a nightly basis, his own hand finding his cock every night. He always comes mere seconds after Jaehyo, who always takes his time, pumping himself slowly and deliberately. Jiho’s messier, always has to hide his gasps into his pillow, sometimes coming without even touching himself.
“Jiho,” Jaehyo starts, licking his lips as he stares Jiho down. “Will you listen to your hyung?”
At first Jiho doesn’t know how to respond but Jaehyo’s hand is smoothing his shirt down, travelling lower until he seems to adjust his sweatpants. Jiho’s eyes widen in understanding and he nods without even thinking.
“What a good boy,” Jaehyo smirks, ushering Jiho toward him with a single finger. Jiho takes a step closer, head turning toward the door of their room momentarily. It’s closed but that doesn’t always mean someone won’t barge in.
“Don’t worry, I sent them all out to buy dinner,” Jaehyo murmurs, as he pulls Jiho closer to him. Jiho stumbles, nearly falling on top of Jaehyo but his hyung has a grip on his hips so tight, Jiho’s afraid he might leave bruises. He’s not too sure how he’s going to hide those or explain them.
“You like to watch, don’t you, Jiho?” Jaehyo asks him, voice dropping an octave and Jiho’s cock twitches at the sound. This earns him a chuckle and Jiho swears he’s never seen Jaehyo like this. He swallows, throat suddenly dry.
Jaehyo’s hand is rubbing itself between his thighs, and Jiho’s mesmerised by the sight. Jaehyo’s mouth is hanging open now, little satisfied sighs escaping his lips every time he lets one of his fingers graze over his dick.
Jiho’s seen the length of it before, woken up in a sheen of sweat and sticky boxers imagining Jaehyo slamming into him, over and over and over until Jiho comes so hard he blacks out. “Hyung,” he rasps, realising how he can’t even manage the simplest of words.
Jaehyo looks up at him, eyes half-lidded and Jiho can see Jaehyo’s dick stretching the fabric of his sweatpants upwards. Jiho wants to slide down that cock, feel Jaehyo inside him until he’s completely undone.
“Hmm?” Jaehyo hums, hand finally palming his dick, fingers wrapping around his cock loosely, the fabric of his pants restricting how much of a grasp he can really have. Jiho wants to ask him if he can touch him instead, if he can touch Jaehyo until he’s panting Jiho’s name the way Jiho pants Jaehyo’s in his mind.
The question gets lodged in his throat, Jaehyo sliding out of his sweatpants in one easy motion. Jiho makes a choking noise, completely thrown off by Jaehyo’s nakedness underneath. Jaehyo smirks again, fingers clasping his length in his hand. Jiho thinks his fingers are perfect, long and dainty, the perfect length to stroke himself to the brink.
He drops to his knees in front of Jaehyo, hands planting firmly on Jaehyo’s naked thighs. Jaehyo makes a small moan as he glides his left hand inwards, fingers just grazing Jaehyo’s balls. Jaehyo pushes the hand away though, shaking his head. “No, you only get to watch.”
Jiho wants to protest to this but the look in Jaehyo’s eyes tells him there will be no changing his mind. Instead, he watches the quick slick of Jaehyo’s hand pumping his cock, his eyes half-lidded, mouth parted ever so slightly. Jiho can hear the smallest of pants escaping him, and it’s enough that he leans up, using Jaehyo’s thighs for that extra bit of leverage before he takes Jaehyo’s lips in his own.
Jaehyo moans on contact, soft lips parting as Jiho presses incessantly closer. His tongue dips inside, Jaehyo’s mouth welcoming, one of his hands fisting into Jiho’s t-shirt. Jiho’s own hands wander into Jaehyo’s hair, curling into the hair by his nape. “Hyung,” he whines, anxious and desperate and he just wants to touch Jaehyo, feel his cum between his fingers.
But Jaehyo knows what he wants better than Jiho, pulling Jiho closer just to toss him onto the bed. Jiho lands with an oof, eyes still locked on Jaehyo. His hyung looms over him, one hand still wrapped around his dick.
“Do you want me that bad, Jiho?” Jaehyo purrs, and Jiho can only swallow dryly, nod his head a bit too eagerly. Jaehyo grins at his reaction though, a knee sinking into the bed between Jiho’s legs. Jiho rises up, resting his weight on his elbows and Jaehyo leans in a little bit closer, face hovering mere inches away from Jiho’s.
“I thought you just liked to watch,” Jaehyo whispers, voice dropping low again, sending an electrifying shiver all the way to Jiho’s crotch.
“I want to touch you,” Jiho replies, eyes fixated on Jaehyo’s cock.
“Then touch me.”
Jiho’s never seen such a look of intensity on Jaehyo’s face, his hand dropping away from his erect cock. There’s precum glistening on the head and Jiho wants to just swallow Jaehyo whole, wonders if he can even manage it. He pushes himself up further, Jaehyo slowly climbing on top of the bed. There’s a moment of hesitancy, before Jiho licks his lips and takes the head of Jaehyo’s dick into his mouth.
He immediately tastes the salty, bitterness on his tongue but pushes forward, a hand coming up to rest on the curve of Jaehyo’s hip. It’s impossible for him to take all of Jaehyo into his mouth, so he presses his tongue as firmly as he can against the underside of Jaehyo’s cock, relishing the low whine it gets him out of Jaehyo.
“Fuck, Jiho,” Jaehyo growls, his hand fisting into Jiho’s hair, pulling hard enough that it hurts just that little bit. Jiho pulls off of Jaehyo, bobbing back down seconds later; his lips press tightly around Jaehyo, jaw stretching as he swallows him. Jiho builds a steady rhythm, fingers pressing into Jaehyo’s hips to keep Jaehyo from choking him.
Jaehyo’s panting breaths echo through the room, sending shivers running down Jiho’s spine, coiling into a single pulsing want. Jiho’s hand moves in sync with his mouth, pumping Jaehyo’s cock as his tongue continues to press against him.
“Stop, stop,” Jaehyo finally manages, pulling away from Jiho. Jiho can’t help the whine that escapes him, the way his body leans after Jaehyo, who pulls his head back from the roots of his hair.
Jiho gasps at the pain, head pulled back to far enough that it strains his neck. Jaehyo stares down at him, still kneeling on the bed and licks his lips. He leans forward, pressing his lips against Jiho’s, tongue sweeping into Jiho’s mouth with absolutely no resistance. Jiho can barely think straight, mind a mess with a single screaming desire ripping through everything.
Breaking the kiss, Jiho whimpers as Jaehyo sucks his bottom lip into his own before letting go. He’s panting and Jiho can hear his own heavy breathing ringing through his ears. It sounds oddly distance, as if he weren’t actually here, sucking Jaehyo’s dick.
“Fuck me,” Jiho tells Jaehyo, whose eyes widen a bit at the bluntness, maybe not believing Jiho would be so forthcoming. Jiho can hardly believe he’s said it himself but he wants this. He’s wanted this for fucking months.
But the surprise disappears into the blackness of Jaehyo’s eyes, pupils dilated with desire and lust and Jiho’s trying to remember that last time he was so turned on just looking at someone. “Please, hyung.”
“Oppa,” Jaehyo says, and for split second Jiho doesn’t know what he means. “You have to call me oppa, then I’ll fuck you.”
Jiho can’t help the blush that creeps into his cheeks, as if calling his hyung oppa were more embarrassing than sucking his dick. He swallows, Jaehyo’s hold on his hair loosening. “Fuck me, oppa.”
Jaehyo makes a disgruntled noise, as if angry and turned on at the same time, before he pushes Jiho onto his bed. “Fuck, gladly.”
He makes easy work of Jiho’s pants, sliding Jiho out of his boxers at the same time. Jiho’s dick springs up, angry and red and leaking and he feels the flush return to his cheeks, horrified that Jaehyo was seeing him like this.
“Do you like me this much, Jiho?” Jaehyo grins, pulling his shirt off over his head. Jiho doesn’t even respond, too mesmerised by Jaehyo’s hardened nipples and the jut of his collarbones. Pushing himself up, Jiho presses soft kisses against Jaehyo’s neck, travelling south as his hands pressed into the small of Jaehyo’s back.
How many times had he imagined this? How many times had he pumped himself dry to the pace of Jaehyo’s ragged breathes, imagining Jaehyo inside of him over and over and over again.
He cups Jaehyo’s ass, with what confidence, Jiho doesn’t know but it earns him a gasping moan, his name like music on Jaehyo’s lips. Jiho presses further, lips finally making it to Jaehyo’s nipple, biting down on the nub to hear the hiss escape Jaehyo. He licks it afterwards, sucking softly as he presses a finger between Jaehyo’s ass, relishing Jaehyo’s squirming in his hands.
“Where’d you learn to seduce so well, Jiho?” Jaehyo pants and Jiho nearly stops, before registering the fact that Jaehyo was actually a hot mess because of him. Instead, he bites down on Jaehyo’s nipple a second time, harder and Jaehyo nearly screams.
“From oppa,” Jiho responds, swirling his tongue around the nub before pulling away. Jaehyo’s smirking at him, kissing him again as he pushes Jiho down. He pulls away for mere seconds before returning, a tube in his hands. Jiho registers what it is, slightly shocked. He didn’t think this would ever happen.
“Tell me what you want, Jiho.” Jaehyo’s hands are rubbing against the insides of his thighs, fingers just short of his cock every time. “What do you want me to do?”
Jiho knows Jaehyo already knows, knows that Jaehyo only wants to hear him spell it out because he gets a kick out of it but the embarrassment is so intense that Jiho wants to hide his face behind a pillow. Instead, he hides it behind his arms, face heating up. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Who?” Jaehyo teases, and Jiho gasps when he feels Jaehyo’s hot breath over his cock.
“I want oppa to fuck me,” Jiho mumbles, moaning as Jaehyo’s mouth closes over his dick, his small snickering sending vibrations down his length. Jiho lets out a sigh at the sensation, before he feels one of Jaehyo’s fingers press at his entrance. He tenses up almost immediately, but Jaehyo tells him to relax, rubbing at Jiho’s entrance instead. There’s a lulling sort of pleasure that comes from it, before Jaehyo presses the finger inside. Jiho tries his very best to stay relaxed, the intrusion of Jaehyo’s finger foreign and uncomfortable.
It doesn’t hurt though, like Jiho had half expected - he’d never quite had the guts to experiment that way with himself, jacking off was always good enough. He feels uncomfortable most of all but as Jaehyo starts pumping the finger back and forth, Jiho gets accustomed to the sensation. “You can add in another finger.”
Jaehyo’s mouth hasn’t left Jiho’s dick, slick lips swallowing him whole. “Oppa,” he cries, the word still strange and awkward in his mouth but every time he uses it Jaehyo does what he wants him too. Jiho feels the second finger almost right after, a slow burning not building up. He waits to get familiar with it, focusing instead on the way Jaehyo almost kisses the head of his cock every few seconds. Jaehyo adds a third soon after, scissoring Jiho open and it hurts like nothing Jiho’s ever felt before; tears sit at the corners of his eyes, ready to fall.
So he focuses on the way Jaehyo’s mouth feels around his dick and he gets so caught up in it that when Jaehyo curls his fingers inside him, Jiho barely notices, until he feels a burst of pleasure so intense he whimpers. When Jaehyo brushes that exact same spot again, Jiho nearly sobs, fingers lacing into Jaehyo’s hair. “Hyung, please, please.”
Jaehyo stops immediately, mouth popping off of Jiho’s dick. “You’re not listening, Jiho,” Jaehyo scolds him. He’s frowning and the curl of embarrassment that Jiho’s experienced all night is nothing next to the ringing in his body from literally two rubs of Jaehyo’s fingers against that sweet spot of his.
“O-oppa, please, please just fuck me,” Jiho stutters, and Jaehyo grins at him.
“There’s a good boy.”
Jaehyo’s fingers haven’t left Jiho but as he pulls them out, Jiho lets out a humiliating whine, a hand already moving to cover his mouth.
“Fuck, you’re so hot, aren’t you Jiho? So fucking hot,” Jaehyo tells him, and Jiho watches, already feeling drained from being kept from cumming for so long, as Jaehyo lathers himself up with lube. He feels him press at his entrance, slightly terrified before Jaehyo pushes inside. Jiho’s hands dig into his bed sheets, fisting them between his fingers as he fights the pain.
Jaehyo moves excruciating slowly, whispering small nothings to Jiho to relax and when Jaehyo’s all the way inside of Jiho, when Jiho feels so full that he thinks he could just die, Jaehyo pulls back out.
Jiho lets out a shuddering breath, watching the look of concentration of Jaehyo’s face, waiting for him to push back in. Jiho’s pretty sure he’s going to cry, pretty sure he’s right there but Jaehyo next slide in is easier. And when he hits Jiho’s prostate again, Jiho doesn’t muffle his cry of pleasure, too relieved, too caught up in how good it feels.
“Do you like that Jiho?” Jaehyo asks him and Jiho nods, “Yes, yes, oppa, fuck, it feels so good.”
Jaehyo’s thrusting builds a rhythm, slow and steady at first before Jiho is incoherently babbling Jaehyo’s name and oppa and fuck, fuck, fuck as Jaehyo pumps into harder. Jaehyo’s hand wraps around Jiho’s neglected cock and begins stroking it as he fucks into Jiho, slowing down every now and then to refuse Jiho his orgasm.
He starts pulling out completely, the sound of his cock entering and leaving Jiho’s ass turning into a tormenting pattern. “Do you want me to finish, Jiho? How bad do you want to come?”
Jiho thinks that Jaehyo’s really just a motherfucking asshole but he manages to hold Jaehyo’s expectant gaze. “Please,” he whines, “I’ll do, I’ll do anything, please let me come, oppa, please.”
Jaehyo’s smirk makes Jiho’s heart stop but when Jaehyo picks up his pace, thrusting getting faster and harder, Jiho can barely see straight. Jaehyo’s face is utterly flushed though, lips red and swollen and there is sweat clinging to his hair. Jiho wants to brush his hair away, wants to come so bad that he can’t stop telling Jaehyo, “Fuck, fuck, oppa, oppa, let me come, let me-”
He arches off the mattress when Jaehyo finally hits his prostate one last time, Jaehyo’s name a silent scream on his lips as his head goes completely white. He can feel his cum shooting onto his stomach, can feel Jaehyo’s cum coating his insides and it’s so hot and good, Jiho can barely breath.
Jaehyo collapses on top of him and Jiho can’t move or push Jaehyo off, for that matter, limbs too tired to function. Jiho feels Jaehyo place a kiss in the curve of his neck before rolling off of him. He lies on his bed, panting, trying to regain some semblance of what had just happened, body still pulsing from how good it felt.
“I hope you’re ready for round two soon,” Jaehyo says, voice still ragged, laughing at the bewildered expression Jiho knows he’s making. What the fuck had he gotten himself into.
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