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It had been a few weeks since the couple had defiled the dining room and Doyoung was now spearheading a project for his team at work. There were a lot of people relying on him and the weight of it was starting to become a little bit straining.
He could deal with a bunch of questions hurled his way all day if it meant he got to come home and recuperate in peace, but after living with boyfriend for a year, he knew that wasn’t likely.
Doyoung wasn’t a super clean freak like his best friend, Taeyong, but he also didn’t like clutter and things strewn about a room if they had a proper home. Jaehyun was more of a “drop things wherever they land and I’ll get to it when I can type of person” but his “when I can” was more of a “never” because he knew Doyoung would pick it up before he got back to it.
This particular day, Doyoung had left for work way earlier than usual due to a problem with a file and wanted to take a load off when he got home but his boyfriend left a tornado in their bedroom while getting ready. Looking over the disaster facing him, he felt his temper growing and tried to quell it.
I’m not going to let this control me. I am fine. It’s fine.
Sighing in anguish, he tried to relax himself with the mental mantra as he picked up the pile of clothes, walking to the left side of the room where Jaehyun’s night stand resided, tossing the clothes on the bed to fold them. After successfully turning them right side out and in a neatly organized pile, he placed them on his boyfriend’s bedside table for easy finding when he came home that night.
Shuffling around the room, he picked up stray cords for laptops, books that never made it back to their shelves, lotion bottles that fell off dressers, cleaning up the space to help himself be at peace as his anxiety would let him be idle with so much clutter.
Thirty minutes after straightening up, Doyoung plopped himself on the bed, leaning back to stare at the ceiling.
Why was his boyfriend such a “lazy bones”? Why couldn’t a grown ass man be able to clean up after himself? Why did Doyoung always willingly fall for his trap of waiting till it got so messy that Doyoung would clean it for him? Why was that one of Jaehyun’s biggest flaws?
It was as if God had put all the most amazing qualities in one man with Jaehyun being attractive, gentle, kind hearted, generous, great with babysitting his sister’s kids, and great in bed and decided to even him out by making him live like a raccoon.
How can he not take out the trash like he’s supposed to but still deserve plump lips, eye catching dimples, sweet, seductive eyes, and the biggest dic—
Doyoung felt himself getting hot with a mixture of arousal and vexation. Was he really getting turned on by thinking about how hot the idiot that slept next to him was?
Yes.
Why?
Because Jaehyun was his idiot.
Jaehyun was his chaoticly untidy partner in crime, his messy little fucker and god was he frustrated in more ways than one.
Doyoung slid his hands down to the buckle of his belt, undoing it rigidly. Taking apart the button underneath, he slowly unzipped the pants to tease himself. He caressed the hemline of his panties between the opening and felt a slight tingling in his lower stomach. Biting his lip, he pulled the panties up to give himself a pinch of pain.
The sensation hit slightly but wasn’t enough, Doyoung lifting his hips up to push the pantsuit bottoms down and off to the floor, akin to his boyfriend’s usual. He spread his legs, left hand placing it over the clothed pussy to ghost over the damp fabric. With restraint, he rubbed up and down the material and let his mind drift to how Jaehyun would do it and how good it would feel.
Doyoung gasped as he flicked his confined clit, fingers desperate to dip into his hole and fuck deeper but being blocked by the stretched thin underwear. He was dripping more and more every second as he pictured how Jaehyun would lick him and lap him up, how he’d playfully slap the glistening cunt and call him his personal cumdump.
The thoughts swirled around his head so heavily and he let out a whimper before pushing his panties to the side. Plunging two fingers in himself, he arched his back while groaning loudly, not caring if the neighbors might have heard.
He fucked them into himself, letting the slight pain from the strength of the walls turn into pleasure. With each thrust of his hand, he curled them to touch his g-spot. Mewling in ecstasy, he began to lose himself in his fantasy.
“Mhmm, I’m yours, Jae, only yours,” he murmured hotly, tilting his head back into the sheets. His face flushed as heat raised over his body, painting his skin red. Sweat was beginning to form and he brought his right up to brush his hair from his face. “No one else’s.”
Slipping his fingers out, his nub was given special attention, circular motions making him grip the sheets. In the midst of right off his orgasm in favor of edging himself, he slowed his pace to give himself a breather. That was when he heard the front door chime go off and the door opening.
Huffing, he heard shuffling—probably his boyfriend shedding his jacket and briefcase in the foyer. Sighing, he lifted his hips one more and yanked off his panties, tossing the item by the threshold of their bedroom door, an idea already forming in his head.
Jaehyun, who was eager to see his boyfriend after a hard day of hearing his best friend, Johnny, talk about wedding rings for his proposal to their friend, Taeyong, wandered into their kitchen, dropping their takeout he’d promised to pick up hours earlier on the counter. He turned to the sink to wash his hands before opening a cabinet and to fetch a glass of water. Hydrating himself, he took small sips from the cup and he sauntered out of the kitchen and down the hall. He passed through the dining room on the way, a smirk on his face as he remembered the eventful Saturday of a few weeks prior.
Coming up to the room, he saw Doyoung’s underwear laying lonely there. He raised one brow, intrigued.
Slowly walking in, he looked up and over to see Doyoung drinking him in, middle and ring finger still playing with his clit. He stared at the sight before him, Doyoung sprawled out on their bed, touching himself while biting his lip so prettily. Bringing the cup to his lips, he took a large gulp before placing it on the dresser to the left of the door and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
His hands immediately went to pants, quickly trying to undress as he moved closer to his lover. Right as he approached the edge of the bed, Doyoung stuck his left foot out to halt his fingers, brushing his toes over the hardening cock in the pants.
Jaehyun twitched a bit while he grabbed the limb and slid his right hand up the calf sensually, igniting a fire in Doyoung that he ultimately pushed back down.
“No,” he stated firmly, retracting his leg from Jaehyun and removing his hands from himself to sit up on his knees on the mattress. Folding them underneath him, he sat in his long dress shirt that went to his milky thighs Jaehyun was having a hard time not gazing down to.
Still confused, Jaehyun tilted his head while looking Doyoung over. “What do you mean no?”
“No,” Doyoung reiterated before pointing to the right at a surprisingly empty chair Jaehyun liked to throw his clean clothes he was too lazy to fold in. “Go sit.”
Jaehyun found himself compelled to listen to the command, but not without question. “Why do I need to sit, baby?”
Doyoung felt himself shiver at the huskiness of lust in his tone but stayed strong and doubled down, leaning up on his kneecaps to drag his palms down Jaehyun’s clothed, dangerously toned chest. “Because you’re in trouble.”
“Oh, am I now?” Jaehyun said with amusement, hands circling around Doyoung’s waist to pull him closer.
“Yes, and that means you get to watch, but no touching me till I say so,” Doyoung informed matter-of-factly, retrieving the wrists pressing against his sides and unwrapping them from his person. Jaehyun allowed his limbs to be removed and held by the man and grinned devilishly.
“I get to see how beautiful hyung is when he cums all over himself? I don’t know if that’s a punishment, Doie,” He pondered smartly, bringing his face closer to Doyoung’s to fan his breath over his lover’s lips. Doyoung felt himself swallow thickly and a blush rose up on his neck.
“Hush and go sit,” he responded, slapping Jaehyun’s shoulder and pushing him towards the direction of the chair.
Jaehyun followed the order of his elder, bringing his body to place itself in the seat, eyes trained in the bed in anticipation. Doyoung rearranged his body on the mattress to give the younger man a full view of his lower half.
The idea of masturbating in front of Jaehyun made him nervous but excited, possibly fueling a exhibitionism kink in him he didn’t know he had. Deciding to make a show of his pleasure, he pulled his shirt up slightly to allow his right hand to go under and pinch at his nipple while his left hand stroked his thighs.
The gestures quickly got him back in the mood, his breath growing shallow as his left hand shifted lower down his thighs to his cunt, the sensation in his lower belly returning. Splitting the lips to show his hole to his lover, he heard Jaehyun intake a breath and smiled lightly as he started a smooth kneading of the nub under the pad of his fingers.
Jaehyun watched his thighs twitch slightly as he pleased himself, his own hands rubbing his dick through his undone pants. His cock was leaking precum that was staining the light underwear darker. The man in front of him was so gorgeous with his toes curling more and more as he flicked his clit and rode his fingers.
“Jaehyun-ah, yes, just like that,” Doyoung moaned, two fingers hitting deep as he bucked his hips up with them. His shirt was in disarray and terribly wrinkled while his lithe waist was begging to be bruised with hand prints from Jaehyun’s grip.
The sweet sounds coming from the wetness he was producing were making Jaehyun desperate and he desired to be pounding into it more than ever.
“It feels good, baby?” Jaehyun replied impishly, hovering up over his seat briefly to tug down both his pants and boxers. Bringing his hand up to his mouth, he spit and brought it to his cock to slick over it. “You like stretching it out for me? Making yourself drip so preciously on our sheets for me?”
“Yes, for you, babe,” he whimpered, inhaling the smell of his arousal wasting in the air.
“God, Doie-hyung, you look so heavenly like this.”
“D-do I?” He slurred back, feeling himself getting closer again. “Tell me more, describe to me how I look.”
“Well for one, you have the prettiest pink cunt I’ve even seen,” Jaehyun says bluntly, chuckling lowly, the sound making Doyoung gush. “It’s so nice and wet, it shines so well even in low light.”
“Mhmm, keep going,” Doyoung whispered lightly, trying to piece together an image.
“You have the sexiest neck alive and I can’t wait to ruin it,”Jaehyun continued, trailing his vision up to Doyoung’s expansive throat. Doyoung’s Adam's apple bobbed reflexively upon hearing the words and Jaehyun could’ve sworn he was almost seeing red for a second. “I wish I could mark you up and make you wear turtlenecks year round to keep anyone from seeing it but me, but just my luck, you look absolutely devourable in those too.”
“Uh-huh and?”
“You have the hottest voice and I wanna hear every noise you make, always. I wanna see your entire body go red and you scream my name over and over with that breathy lilt that you do right before you cum around me.”
Jaehyun continued to picture it in his mind and had to grip the base of his dick to keep from cumming at his own words. Doyoung was so lost in them as well he was barely able to instruct him with, “Jae, come eat me till I do that then.”
Not bothering to need a second notice he hopped off the chair immediately and stepped completely out of his bottoms, nearly tripping over them as he made his way to the bed again. Kneeling on the floor in front of it, his hands reached out to cup Doyoung’s bent legs at his thigh and yanked him closer roughly.
Immediately attaching his mouth to his clit like a malnourished savage, his tongue slurped him like a full course meal. Doyoung’s hands quickly found his hair, pressing his head closer to his sopping cunt. Jaehyun slowly crept three fingers up to his entrance, plunging them in with no warning. He rammed them back and forth through the tight walls with his tongue rapidly tasting him with each millisecond swipe.
“Jae, Jae, Jae, I need to—” Doyoung was in such extreme rapture, bucking wildly while almost riding his face. His orgasm ripped through him without mercy. He pulled Jaehyun’s hair hard and arched off the bed, his hard nipples sensitive against his shirt and adding to the stimulation. His legs clenched and tried to squish his lover’s head between them but Jaehyun’s other hand kept one in place.
Jaehyun did light tongue strokes as Doyoung came down from his high and then pulled back to look up at Doyoung, who was watching him as he licked some of the wetness off his plump lips and chin.
Making his way up to stand, Jaehyun brought his hand to his shirt to undo the buttons, slipping it off his shoulders, and taking the white tank top underneath off as well.
Gripping his cock, he slid fingers over the tip, tugging the length in preparation. Doyoung shifted his legs closed as he saw him beginning to attempt to climb on top of him and threw hand out to stop him, déjà vu.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Ma...king love...to you?”
“When did I ever say we were fucking tonight?” Doyoung fired back, eyebrow raised as he positioned himself to be upright in the bed. He was eye level with Jaehyun’s dick that was hard against his abdomen and had to hold himself back from salivating over it. He kept his attention on his lover’s face to ease the temptation. “I’m spent, and we both have work in the morning.”
Jaehyun visibly deflated at the sentence, eyebrows furrowing and features growing darker with sadness. It showed his younger charm as he pouted. Respecting his boyfriend’s boundaries, he nodded lightly and shifted on one foot.
Jaehyun then cleared his throat and murmured, “that’s okay, hyung. Get some rest, I’ll just go take a shower.”
Starting to cross the room, he walked towards the bathroom, Doyoung staring at his back as he went, eyes trailing down to his cute little ass. Anyone could tell how badly they both wanted each other and how Jaehyun much of a hurt puppy he looked when denied a chance with his Doie-hyung.
Giggling at his slumped figure, Doyoung waited till he crossed under the jamb of the bathroom door to call out to him.
“Oh, you big baby! Come here!” He smiled, arm bent with his index finger motioning him closer. Turning on his heels immediately, Jaehyun made his way back faster than he left. Once again he stood in front of Doyoung, cock hard as ever. His eyes were big and hopeful, and Doyoung couldn’t help but smirk.
“Why are you so gullible?” He questioned, hands trailing up the side of Jaehyun’s thighs and making him stiff. His warm breath was felt on Jaehyun’s length and precum oozed from the top.
Fingertips waving over his upper thighs to his pelvis, Doyoung dragged his index finger down his lover’s happy trail, Jaehyun’s abs tightening. His throat was dry and his brain was fried, unable to form words. It was like Doyoung had put a spell on him, like he was a fly caught in the older man’s web.
Doyoung traced up the cock from hilt to head, Jaehyun taking sharp breaths as he felt Doyoung peck a small kiss on the tip. Licking the minuscule taste of semen left behind on his lips from the action, Doyoung flickered his eyes up at him through his lashes.
“From this point forward, you listen to me and do as I say. Understood?”
It was like Doyoung completely flipped their dynamic and Jaehyun wondered if he should’ve felt like his power was being encroached on but all he could think was how hot Doie looked when he took charge. Nodding dumbly, he choked out, “Yes, hyung-nim.”
It had slipped out unconsciously and made Doyoung’s pussy clench with urgency. Pointing behind him, he directed his boyfriend. “On your back, on the bed. Quickly.”
Jaehyun rushed to the mattress, climbing up the center from the foot and flopping down with his shoulder blades greeting the cool side of their sheets. Doyoung turned around, crawling over a bit more to be by his side. Arching his back, he leaned down to take the hard shaft in his hands. He opened his mouth and licked the slit on the head, humming in delight at the salty flavor on his taste buds. Slowly he inched the cock down his throat coating it in saliva, not bothering to tease him like weeks prior.
Jaehyun longingly stared as Doyoung expertly bobbed his head around the thick girth of his dick. Biting his lips to hold back a groan, he slid his idle right hand up the side of Doyoung’s left thigh. Fingertips trail up to his ass to give it a squeeze before continuing over and down his back. Doyoung shivered at the touch, swatting Jaehyun’s thigh with his right hand.
Coming up for air, he looked over left and up at his boyfriend, one hand actively stroking the flushed red cock. “Did you get permission to touch me?”
Taken aback, Jaehyun got flustered by the tightness of the hold of Doyoung’s hand and stuttered out, “oh, I-I’m sorry. Can I, baby?”
“No, it’s too late to ask now,” Doyoung chided, sucking lightly on the side of the cock along the veins. Jaehyun could feel himself getting closer with every action and grabbed the sheets when Doyoung resumed deep-throating him.
“Fuck, hyung, such a lovely mouth,” he breathed out, twitching against his lover’s tongue.
Doyoung hallowed his cheeks further and in seconds, Jaehyun was a goner. Exploding in Doyoung’s mouth, Jaehyun’s eyes rolled back and let his boyfriend drain him dry.
Doyoung let the cum in his mouth mix with his saliva, sitting up on his knees but not swallowing. He swung a leg over the younger man, cunt brushing against the cock as he leaned over Jaehyun, who was breathing heavily and slowly opening his eyes. Reaching his hand up and grabbing Jaehyun’s jaw, he squeezed his mouth open.
Bringing his own closer, he spit the fluids in. Dropping his hand from the younger man’s chin, he pressed his lips onto Jaehyun’s right after. It was filthy, they’d never done anything like it but fuck was it hot. Tasting himself like this was never something Jaehyun had even thought about but as he wildly flicked his tongue into Doyoung’s mouth, he couldn’t care less about how weird it was.
The two moaned into the kiss, inhaling each other as Doyoung grinded his pussy on Jaehyun. Jaehyun, trying his best to abide by his lover’s rules, he kept his hands fisted in the comforter beneath them.
Peeling away, they were both trying to catch their breaths. Looking into each other's eyes, they could both see the intense love they held for one another and it brought the faint smile to Doyoung’s face. He sat up and leaned on his knees to adjust himself to grab Jaehyun’s length once more. He lined it up with his slit, dragging playfully as Jaehyun whined.
“Doie-hyung, I’m trying my best not to pin you down and drill you right now, please don’t tempt me,” he warned through gritted teeth and Doyoung ignored him, gliding it even slower.
“Hyung, can you plea—“
Gripping it correctly and pushing the tip in, he sunk down on him suddenly, letting the cock fill him. Mewling out, he watched as his boyfriend immediately silenced in elation at the entrance. Jaehyun could feel him clenching and huffed once he bottomed out.
Seated on the length, the tip piercing him deliciously, he leisurely unbuttoned his shirt just to torture Jaehyun. After undoing the last one, he ran a hand through his messy hair. Jaehyun gaped at how alluring he was, smooth stomach, pale and tiny, with his pert pink nipples hard and begging to be pinched and tugged on as they peeked out between the open garment.
Raising his hips once he was settled to the feeling, he rocked his hips up and down at turtle’s pace, the stimulation to his cervix high. Bouncing more and more, his moans got louder and louder, echoing through the room and turning Jaehyun on further.
“Good you’re so pretty like this,” he praised, watching as his lover softly fucked himself in his cock. If he could, he’d be thrusting up into him and making him cry out, but Doyoung looked so determined. His brows were creased and
After a while of complements and resistance, Doyoung was growing weaker, a tell that he was about to cum. His thighs were shaking and it was taking him longer seconds between when he took Jaehyun deep in him.
“You take me so well, keep going baby you can do it,” Jaehyun encouraged as Doyoung reached out to hold hands with him for stability and leverage.
Grunting out, he shook his head, “I can’t, it’s too much.”
“Yes, you can, love,” Jaehyun worshipped gingerly, running his thumb up and down the back of Doyoung’s hand to comfort him. “You are such a beautiful hyung, Doie. It’s a shame only I get to see you so vividly like this.”
“Ahh, I-I can’t,” he whimpered, squeezing the hand in return and dropping slightly limp with his ass flush against Jaehyun’s thighs. Panting, he bit his lip and pouted down at Jaehyun.
“Need help, baby?” Jaehyun questioned warmly, free of judgment and eager to please him. He had been patient for too long and the clutches of Doyoung’s taut walls were driving him insane.
Sucking back something akin to embarrassment, he managed to choke out a “y-yes” after untucking his lip from behind his two protruding front teeth.
Cautiously, Jaehyun raised his hand to hold his boyfriend’s waist but stopped short. “Can I touch you now, baby?”
Nodding quickly, Doyoung held back tears of euphoria as he begged. “Please, Jae.”
Carefully sliding his hand from between Doyoung’s, he wrapped both arms around him and cradled him closer to make it easier as he rolled them onto their sides, and then him on top.
Unraveling from his lover, he watched Doyoung slightly wince against the sheets, face turning to bury itself in them. Place a hand on his cheek, he made Doyoung look at him and leaned down to kiss him sweetly before quietly reassuring him with, “it’s okay, baby. I got you, just cum when you're ready.”
Doyoung nodded subtly and Jaehyun returned to grab him waist, pumping into him at a deliberate speed that almost mocked the kind words he’d just uttered. Doyoung immediately locked his legs around Jaehyun’s waist to lessen the space between them. A hand sliding down to his clit, he flicked himself with reckless abandon, calling Jaehyun’s name amongst harsh profanities into his ear as the younger man sucked on his neck. His other one struggled to decide whether to hold the nape of his lover’s neck or claw at his back.
Jaehyun pistoned into him like his goal was to break the bed and get evicted for a noise complaint. He was hunched over, almost growling as he dipped his cock in and out of the love of his life. He was going to cum so thickly into the soaking cunt and there was no doubt it’d take it all with no qualms.
Jerking up to meet the slap of balls against his ass, Doyoung gasped loudly as he death gripped Jaehyun’s shoulders, the younger man stilling inside him as they both orgasmed, one a second after the other.
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After showering and changing the sheets, they both reheated their forgotten dinner and got ready for bed, relaxing on the mattress together with Jaehyun massaging Doyoung’s tired legs to help him avoid cramping.
Doyoung was reading a book with his glasses on and looked absolutely adorable, but there was still something confusing to Jaehyun that wouldn’t let him focus.
“So why exactly was I ‘in trouble’ again?” He wondered aloud, adding pressure to his squeezing of Doyoung’s calves. Doyoung looked up from his book to see the seriously baffled look on his boyfriend’s face and picked up his bookmark from his night stand to keep his place before closing it with a sigh.
Taking off his glasses, he placed both down on the table and crossed his arms boldly.
“Because you’re a slob,” he started off, watching as Jaehyun’s face fell into a fair enough look. “And it’s stressing me out. You know I can’t function with things everywhere and Minseok keeps hounding me about the project and I’m under a lot of pressure right now. The least you could do is clean up after yourself so that I don’t have more to do after work.”
Jaehyun felt extremely guilty at the news and brought one of Doyoung’s legs up to kiss the ankle, which Doyoung playfully rolled his eyes at.
“I’m sorry, Doie. I’ll do better, as much as I enjoyed this method of reprimanding,” he quipped with a smile.
“Next time, you’re sleeping on the couch,” Doyoung warned, uncrossing one arm to point at him and emphasize his sincerity.
“Noted,” Jaehyun nodded with a goofy salute, finished massaging his boyfriend and crawling up to the headboard and pulling Doyoung up to him to kiss his forehead. “How about after you’re done with the project, we use some of our PTO and go on vacation, hmm?”
“Vacation?”
They both deserved the time away from responsibilities and to further connect with each other without anxiety and weariness. It would be beneficial to unwind somewhere sunny and roll around in the sheets much like earlier.
“Maybe we can ask Taeyong about using his family beach house?” Jaehyun offered, Doyoung humming as he thought about it.
Taeyong’s family was ridiculously loaded and had a beach house with 5 rooms, a jacuzzi and a pool despite being located on the shore of a large body of water, an amazing sound system, a mini bowling alley, a movie theater, and a pool table.
“Why? So we can bet and then you beat me in bowling so that I give you victory head?” Doyoung remarked sourly, knowing how good Jaehyun was at the sport. Chuckling at him, Jaehyun stroked Doyoung’s arm lovingly and let Doyoung nestle further into his chest.
“You know I’d be willing to go easy on you, and I’m open to an enthusiastic 69,” he posed witty, wisecracking as Doyoung’s eyelids got heavier from exhaustion.
“That sounds nice…” he yawned as he closed them completely. Shaking him slightly, the older man jumped out of reflex and Jaehyun shook his head humorously and helped him lift himself to get them both under the covers.
“We’ll talk about it again tomorrow, get some rest, baby.” Jaehyun smiled, leaning over to turn off Doyoung’s night stand light then his own. He then kissed Doyoung’s forehead again and whispered, “I love you, hyung.”
“I love you too, Jae.”