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I still feel the same
As the day that I first met you
Though softened by all of this time
—Dorothea Lasky
If Jisung were to be asked just when he first realized he loved Renjun, he's not sure if he would know the answer. He didn't wake up one day and look at his best friend differently, he didn't watch the breakouts on Renjun's chin and cheek during puberty and decide that this was the boy for him. It just. Was. Easy as breathing, Jisung loved Renjun. It was a given, considering they grew up together.
But. Falling in love with Renjun. Well, it's a little more complicated.
Isn't that how it always goes?
Jisung shouldn't be here—or rather. He shouldn't be doing this.
It's a long list of things he shouldn't do—drugs being pretty high on that list. But letting Renjun crawl into his lap with a solo cup full of jungle juice Jisung watched Donghyuck pour an extra bottle of Everclear in probably comes in high second. Yet, Jisung lets him do it, because it's Renjun. Renjun with his sweet mouth and pink cheeks. Renjun with his drunken musings over aliens and space and listen—Jisung is far from sober, so he should not be held accountable for his poor choices.
It is not his fault.
He was drunk before he even arrived to this house party—some guy that a friend of Chenle knows. Jisung wasn't paying attention when Chenle messaged the group chat. Only after everyone agreed to come out did Jisung see the messages, thirty minutes too late to say that he was too busy with studying for midterms to get drunk on a random Friday night. If he said anything at that point, he knew he would just end up here anyways. Sometimes it was just easier to listen to everyone else and save his complaints for later. Or never.
Before the party, they pre-gamed, because of course they did. There was a cover charge, and while Jisung did not mind drinking shit alcohol, Jeno was a snob half the time. Jaemin was an enabler, and Renjun loved to get drunk in the first place. So Jeno's house was the first stop of the night, dressed in a simple graphic tee and ripped jeans. Renjun had looked him up and down in those damn pleather pants Jisung's jacked off to more than once and a graphic tee so cropped that every graceful movement of Renjun's lithe body threatened to show Jisung at least one of his nipples.
Jisung had just sent the universe and aliens a prayer and hoped he made it out of the night alive and intact.
At Jeno's house, the six of them had crowded around Jeno's island counter, their eyes on a half-full bottle of tequila in the middle. Jisung almost had asked where their seventh was, before he remembered the screaming match and consequent breakup that Donghyuck went through not even four months ago, and keeps his mouth shut.
The bottle of tequila has a worm in it. Which. Odd.
"That's tequila, right?" Jisung had asked, only for Jaemin to snort next to him. Jisung had frowned, but when he looked to Renjun, Renjun looked just as confused.
Apparently, it was not tequila, but mezcal. Jaemin explained the difference while Jeno hunted down six cups to take shots out of, and Jisung paid attention to a solid zero of it. Didn't matter. Free alcohol was free alcohol.
Until Jeno gave them plastic cups that were not shot glasses, and filled each a quarter way. "Whoever gets the worm has to eat it," Jeno informed them. Jaemin had smirked, while Donghyuck and Chenle went pale. Only Renjun seemed a little interested—if a little disgusted.
Of course, because Jeno is an asshole and Jaemin is an enabler, Jisung got the worm.
Renjun looked beautiful, taking his shot with a wide smile. Jisung knew he looked far stupider. At least when he managed to swallow the worm whole, Renjun kissed his cheek and called him a good boy. If Jisung ignored the way his gut went hot and the wicked gleam in Renjun's eyes, Jisung could write the whole thing off as just normal friend things.
It was so much easier like that.
An Uber and a cover charge later, Jisung stumbled into the house party with loose limbs. Jaemin had kissed them all before he vanished off to do whatever he does at these types of parties. Chenle had stared after him, then hit Jisung when he realized Jisung was watching him. As if Jisung cared what Chenle did.
He did. Care. But he couldn't tell Chenle that—ego and all.
Somewhere between entering the party and now, Jisung took shots of vodka with Donghyuck, a round of actual tequila shots with Chenle and a Jaemin that smelled like weed and cigarettes, and danced with Jeno until their legs felt like jelly. Now Jisung sits on the couch next to some guy whose vape smells like raspberries, one hand on Renjun's waist while the other holds a vodka cranberry Chenle had passed off to him before he was tugged away by Jaemin and Donghyuck. Jisung does not want to know.
Renjun pauses his rant about how astrology is totally valid, to take a long drink of that horrid jungle juice, and Jisung wonders. "How many of those have you had?"
"Three." Renjun wiggles in Jisung's lap and pulls the cup away from his lips with a giggle. Jisung pretends that it doesn't make his dick twitch in his pants and stares at the way Renjun sweeps the leftover liquid on his lips with his tongue. Jisung is so gay that it hurts sometimes.
Being in love with your best friend is not for the weak. Not when Jisung can see both nipples and the flat of his stomach and the way those damn pants hug the curve of his hips and—wow. Just. Jisung takes a long drink of his damned vodka-cran and shoves the empty solo cup onto the end table next to the couch. When he looks back at Renjun, Renjun is already looking at him, that same glint in his eyes he had earlier, when Jisung felt the beginnings of tonight's bad decisions begin.
It's the worms fault, he reasons.
Which means, everything is Jeno's fault. Yeah.
Careful to keep eye contact, Jisung presses one hand to the flat of Renjun's stomach and feels the way his breath hitches at the simple touch. Renjun does not look away, though he does steady himself with his free hand on Jisung's bicep. The fingers flex, but they keep their grip loose. Jisung slides his hand up, just an inch. Just to see. Just to feel.
"Tease," Renjun says with laughter on his tongue. As if this isn't the stupidest thing they have done.
It might not be—though Jisung thinks right now it's definitely in the top three. He still remembers waking up in Chenle's bed six months ago with Renjun pressed to his chest while Jisung's hips rocked against his back. It was embarrassing, but Renjun had merely kissed Jisung's forehead when Jisung released him and said it was normal for young boys to have such urges.
The words were ice in Jisung's veins at the time.
Jisung moves his hand up another inch, then another, until his fingers can ghost over the peak of Renjun's nipple. He watches the way Renjun's eyelashes flutter at the simple touch, the way Jisung can feel his body arch towards the touch with a whine caught in his throat.
"Jun," Jisung breathes, a quiet little thing that instantly gets swallowed by the noise around them. Jisung rubs the hardening bud under his finger and forces his hips to stay against the couch when Renjun writhes on top of him.
God. God. Jisung used to dream of this, of Renjun's pretty face pink and relaxed as Jisung pressed his fingers and hands and mouth against smooth pale skin. Jisung wants, and wants, and wants. All he's done for years is want, and now, with his desire so close, Jisung cannot think of a reason to not take it.
Renjun drains the last of his drink and licks the lip of the solo cup before he copies Jisung and shoves it onto the end table. A few cups slide off, but neither of them get up to pick them up. Renjun slides his hands into Jisung's hair and bends forward until Jisung can smell the Everclear on his breath. "Kiss me?" he asks. So gentle, so docile. It's a question, but Jisung knows it's a demand. A threat. An order.
So he kisses him and swallows the sweet moan that follows. Kisses him and lets his hands wrap around Renjun's middle. Kisses him and tastes the alcohol on his tongue, the tang sharp when Jisung licks along the roof of Renjun's mouth.
There is a list of things Jisung should not do—kissing his best friend of nearly twenty years surely is the number one thing. Surely.
It's so nice though, to kiss him. To feel those fingers tug at Jisung's hair while Jisung nibbles on his bottom lip. He likes it when Renjun shifts in his lap before he bears down his entire weight onto Jisung's half hard cock. It feels good, he feels alive. Dizzy with a mixture of want and the general state of being as tipsy as he is. Jisung pulls Renjun closer, holds him tighter. He wants.
He wants.
Their shared spit tries to keep them connected when Renjun pulls away. "Pretty—so pretty, my Jisung," Renjun says. His tongue darts out to lick at the spit on his lips, and the string breaks. Jisung squeezes his eyes shut just to get rid of the visual of Renjun like this. When he opens them, Renjun's smile is blinding. "You've grown so well, my Jisung." his hands slide from Jisung's hair to cup his face and Jisung lets Renjun grind against his stomach. He's not sure Renjun knows he's doing it, but it's hot and Jisung will let him do anything.
Anything…yeah. Anything.
"Yours," Jisung agrees. The thought of being owned by Renjun is something that has heat bubble in Jisung's gut, the beginnings of a new desire that will plague him for days and weeks and months to come. He knows then, as Renjun's smile grows into something drunk-soft and dangerous and in that moment, Jisung knows he's fucked.
_ _ _
"I wanna sit on your face," Renjun says as Jisung locks the bedroom door behind them. "Get on the bed."
Right.
Okay, sure.
Jisung presses his forehead against the door and stifles a moan. By the time he turns around, Renjun is shimmying his pants and boxers down his legs. Jisung chokes on the spit in his mouth, eyes caught on the pale skin of Renjun's legs, the way his knees are pink from the couch. Even his cock, half hard, is pink at the tip. Pretty. All of Renjun is so damn pretty. Jisung must not move quick enough, because he cannot make himself move at all, that Renjun looks up and glares at him. "Bed. Now."
This time, Jisung listens. He goes as far as to unbutton and unzip his jeans, but he's barely on the bed before Renjun is straddling his hips once more. It's a mirror of them on the couch, but this time Renjun is naked from the waist down and Jisung can see the muscle corded through his thighs. This time, Jisung can palm the flesh in his hands and listen to Renjun gasp and moan the longer Jisung kneads the flesh. "Beautiful," Jisung marvels. He pushes himself upright to lick into Renjun's mouth and relishes in the high whine that echoes in their stolen oasis.
The taste of Renjun's mouth must be a drug, Jisung decides as he chases the sour bite of blue and Everclear from the crevices of Renjun's gums. He tries to pull away, really he does, but the little sounds that Renjun makes and the way he grinds his hardening cock against Jisung's shirt is hot enough for Jisung to want it just like this.
But Renjun doesn't want it like this. And Jisung will give Renjun anything, so when Renjun finally manages to pull away, Jisung bites back the desire to chase after him. When Renjun shoves at Jisung's shoulders to lay down, Jisung goes easily. He can hear their heavy breathing in the room, and can see the way Renjun shoves his hair out of his face. His cheeks are pink, his mouth swollen. There's a mark Jisung left on his neck from when they were still on the couch, before Jeno found them and tugged Renjun back by the hair and kissed him quick and dirty. Jisung felt jealous, but only for a moment before Jeno laughed in Jisung's face and kissed him too. He tasted of tar and alcohol, but his tongue was warm in Jisung's mouth and demanding enough for Jisung to submit long enough to let Jeno have his fun. It was Jeno who told Jisung of the unlocked bedroom as he pulled away. Before he vanished into the growing crowd.
Renjun looks at Jisung, a moment that seems to hang between them. Jisung inhales, slow. Tries to ground himself. He cups the backs of Renjun's thighs and urges him forward. "Okay?" he asks.
It takes a moment, but Renjun nods, and shuffles up to straddle Jisung's face. Jisung turns his head enough to kiss the inside of his thigh, and smells the coconut lotion Renjun always uses post shower. Jisung licks at the skin to taste sweat on his tongue and flexes his fingers when Renjun shivers above him. "Jisung—I—" Jisung hasn't even started and Renjun sounds fucked out.
"Sit." Jisung says. Begs, maybe. He's not above begging. He would beg for a taste of Renjun on his tongue, if only for a night. Jisung lets the spit collect on his tongue while his hands grip Renjun's ass.
The first taste is bitter with sweat, thick with Renjun's musk but Jisung doesn't care. He licks again, and again, until the only taste that remains is his spit. Renjun bears down heavier on his face, his breath uneven and shaking. Jisung kisses at the pucker, then pulls away just enough blow on the skin. Above him, Renjun whines, high and reedy. His hips buck forward, into nothing. It's so fucking hot that Jisung pulls Renjun back to his face.
Jisung is sloppy with it, letting his own spit roll down his chin as he licks and sucks at Renjun's hole until it's loose enough for Jisung to push his tongue inside.
"Oh—oh—fuck, Jisung!" Renjun's hips kick forward again. His knees slip on the mattress, stance widening if only to allow Jisung to fuck his tongue in further. Jisung's grip tightens where he's pulled Renjun's cheeks apart. Renjun's whines grow in pitch, in frequency, his hips rotating on Jisung's tongue, his balls tapping against Jisung's nose.
Jisung moans, and pulls Renjun closer. If Renjun's lips were addictive, this is worse. Jisung alternates between broad swipes of his tongue and sweet kisses before he slips his tongue back inside, just enough to have Renjun crying out and shaking in his grip.
Eventually, the need to breathe overpowers Jisung's white hot desire to fuck Renjun stupid, and his hands still Renjun's hips long enough for Jisung to press his lips to Renjun's thigh and inhale. "Fuck," he gasps. One hand slips between Renjun's cheeks and slips over the spit he's left behind. Renjun's whine breaks into a loud moan when Jisung presses his finger in—dry—to the second knuckle.
God. Fuck. Shit.
"Come on," Renjun whines. His hips twitch. Jisung sinks his finger in further just to listen to the sounds that spills so beautifully from Renjun's mouth. He pulls his finger and and presses it back in. It only takes a few passes before Renjun starts to beg for more, for Jisung to hurry up, for Jisung to do something.
Jisung presses a second finger against the first, and bites into Renjun's thigh to muffle the moan that vibrates his chest when Renjun sobs above him. He turns back to lick between his fingers, to kiss at the skin stretched around him. Jisung moves to lick at Renjun's perineum as he curls his fingers. They pet at wet walls in their search, on a mission until—
"Fuck!" Renjun curses. Fingers curl into Jisung's hair and yank. Jisung pulls his fingers out to replace them with his tongue for long enough for Renjun's thighs to stop quivering on either side of his head. Then he presses them back in and pets across Renjun's prostate again. This time, Renjun's whole body tenses above him, before he shudders and curls forward.
Jisung adds another finger and licks around them. He feels dirty, filthy, hidden in this bedroom that does not belong to them, on these sheets that do not belong to them. Drunk off too much alcohol and the intoxicating taste of Renjun's scent on his tongue.
He can die here, Jisung decides as Renjun shakes on top of him. He presses his fingers all the way in and revels in the high keen that echoes through the room. Jisung hopes someone can hear them, that Chenle or Donghyuck or Jaemin look for them and hear the filth that drips from Renjun's tongue as Jisung licks across his rim and manages to shove his tongue alongside his fingers.
Renjun comes like that, Jisung's tongue buried in his ass, spit on his chin, and three fingers deep. Jisung can feel the build up, the shake of Renjun's thighs, the way they try to lock against his head. Renjun rocks settle until Jisung's nose is between his rim and balls, and grinds his hips.
Back and forth. Back and forth, caught between Jisung's fingers and tongue and mouth and lips and—
Renjun's thighs lock around Jisung's skull, his breathy cry the only warning Jisung gets before he feels the first drop of cum land on his forehead. The next drop narrowly misses his eye, but Jisung just squeezes his eyes shut. Renjun's high whines continue the longer Jisung licks around his fingers, and only goes to remove them when Renjun tries to lift his hips off Jisung's face.
Still, Jisung wraps one arm around Renjun's waist and tugs him back, tongue sweeping flat against his rim. He keeps Renjun there until the hand in his hand hurts more than feels good, and once he releases Renjun, he scrambles off Jisung to collapse belly first on the mattress next to him.
Heavy pants fill the room, but even that is not loud enough to overpower the music and laughter from the rest of the house. Jisung lets himself lie there, lets Renjun settle, for a moment longer before he heaves himself up and shuffles back to sit against the headboard. "Good?" he asks, stupidly. Foolishly.
As if Renjun isn't already staring at him, hair stuck to his temple with sweat, his face pink. Renjun huffs a laugh and closes his eyes for a moment. "Yeah," he breathes. He reaches out to pet over the exposed skin of Jisung's thigh through the rips in his jeans. Jisung stares at the fingerprints he left on Renjun's ass, noticeably pink against such pale skin.
It reminds Jisung that he's still hard in his jeans, still trapped in his half unzipped pants and boxers. His fingers itch to palm himself, to watch as Renjun's back rises and falls with every breath while his hand wraps around his cock to stave off the heat that burns in his gut. Instead, Jisung smooths his palm down Renjun's back, then back up to push the loose fabric of his top up to his armpits. "You okay?" Jisung asks while his fingers tap out a melody along the prominent vertebrates of Renjun's spine.
"Yeah—dizzy," Renjun blinks slow, content to laze under the ministrations of Jisung's hand rubbing up and down his back, pausing every so often to press between the notches of his spine.
Jisung lets him lie, for a while. He's happy enough to feel Renjun's clammy skin under his. One hand turns to two, and suddenly its Jisung who's straddling Renjun's thighs, fingers digging into the muscles of Renjun's lower back. Under him, Renjun moans, the sweet little sounds music to Jisung's ears. He ducks down to mouth at the back of Renjun's neck. His hips rock against Renjun's ass, just once, but it's enough sudden pressure that Jisung gasps, the following moan that shudders out of him spurring him to do it again.
And again. Until Jisung looses track of time. He's unsure how Renjun ends up on his back, with Jisung between parted thighs and two fingers deep inside Renjun. There's a smear of excess lube against the bedsheets and Jisung can only assume that Renjun found a bottle in the nightstand. He didn't bring lube—why would he? On a list of things that Jisung imagined happening tonight, fucking his best friend was not one of them. Not in this reality.
Renjun's sweet voice drags Jisung to the present—the present where his fingers are in Renjun's ass, oh my god—and Jisung grinds the flat of his palm against Renjun's balls.
"Ji—Jisung!" Renjun hooks one leg around Jisung's hip. Jisung looks at him and ducks down to press a lingering kiss to slick pink lips. He curls his fingers in, mindful to pet just left of where Renjun's prostate is and swallows the high cry that echoes in the room. "Please, please—Jisung, come o—"
The rest of his sentence is lost to another moan as Jisung straightens. He hikes Renjun's other leg over his shoulder and then curls his fingers upwards, the action enough to make Renjun's mouth drop open with a silent cry. Jisung watches his fingers disappear into Renjun's body with each pump of his fingers, focused on every hitch of breath, every broken whine and whimper that bounces around the four walls of this bedroom. Jisung's so blessed to be here, to witness this.
It's magical, the way Renjun thrashes in his grip, the way his voice pitches up as he tells Jisung he's close again. It's a dream come true to watch the tears roll down Renjun's cheeks, to see kiss-swollen lips parted in endless cries and sweet gasps. Jisung rubs against Renjun's prostate just to hear the sob that rips out of him, then taps lightly against the nerves before he pets soothingly at silky smooth walls.
Tucked in his pants, Jisung feels his cock throb, but he ignore it in favor of licking the sweat from Renjun's thighs, kissing at the creamy expanse of skin before he sinks his teeth into the flesh. He tastes of lotion and salt, of Jisung's darkest desires.
For the second time that night, Renjun comes just from Jisung's fingers, the cum spilling from the tip of his cock to pool in the dip of his stomach.
Jisung stares and sniffs. He presses his tongue against his cheek as his gaze roves over Renjun's flushed body, the crop top doing nothing at all to hide Renjun's pebbled nipples. Jisung brushes over one with his free hand, if only to hear the airy gasps that leaves Renjun's lips.
Desire crawls up Jisung's throat, hot and sweet on the back of his tongue. It threatens to overwhelm him, this desire to bend down and lick between the gentle swell of Renjun's tits, to lick at his chest until Renjun has to pull him off, until the imprint of Jisung's teeth litter the expanse of skin so deep it brands Renjun for life.
He does none of those things. Instead, he swallows the desire and drunkenly reasons with himself to quell the heat that simmers in his chest.
"Come on, come on," Renjun chants. He heaves himself upright as much as he can with one leg still draped over Jisung's shoulder. It's a shocking amount, and Jisung feels himself go lightheaded at the impressive display of Renjun's flexiblity. He knew, of course he knew, but seeing it like this. Like, it's—wow. Renjun kisses at Jisung's cheek, his nose, his lips, quick and fleeting. "Fuck me, come on, please."
It's not Jisung's fault his fingers twitch where they rested still tucked inside Renjun's damp heat. It not Jisung's fault that he pushes Renjun back down to the bed and kiss him properly, with all the tongue and spit that Renjun seems to crave, if the way he arches into Jisung's hold on his hips is any indication.
Jisung trails those kisses down his jaw, his throat, lips and teeth insistent on leaving pink marks against Renjun's neck. He relishes in the sting of Renjun's fingers curling into his hair, the broken gasps and bitten off moans as Jisung trails his kisses down, over the fabric of such a useless shirt, until his lips press hot against Renjun's sternum.
He takes his time, eventually pulling his fingers from Renjun's heat to seek out the bottle of lube while his other hand thumbs over Renjun's nipples.
"So beautiful," Jisung mumbles into Renjun's ribs. He rests his forehead against clammy skin for just a moment, just long enough for the dizziness to fade away to a minor annoyance. He sits back up and catches Renjun's wrist when his fingers fall from Jisung's hair. "So pretty for me."
On a list of things Jisung shouldn't be doing, fucking Renjun is surely number one on the list, yet Jisung cannot seem to care about the consequences as he manages to shed himself of his shirt, pants, and boxers before he lines himself up to push into velvet smooth heat. His head drops between his shoulders, the tension caught in the muscles soothed only by Renjun's fingers digging into the skin before his arms loop around Jisung's neck.
There's only a second or two of reprieve after Jisung bottoms out before Renjun begins his demands. "Move—move please, fuck—Jisung—"
And fuck, how is Jisung supposed to say no to that? How is he supposed to look at Renjun, eyes glassy and fingers in his mouth in a pitiful attempt to muffle his cries and deny him? "Yeah, okay yeah."
The stretch has to ache. Even with two orgasms and four of Jisung's fingers, he knows he's big. His ex had said so the first time they fucked. Jisung had never thought about it before then. Yet Jisung listens, because Renjun asked so nicely. But he knows, it has to ache, it has to burn—this stretch—as Jisung pulls out just to slam his hips back.
Fuck, fuck, oh my god, fuck—he's so tight. "Relax," The words sound rough, forced out his lungs as he stills his hips from grinding tight circles into wet heat. It's suffocating, its torturous. Jisung loves it. "Jun, please."
Renjun sniffs and his nose wrinkles before Jisung feels Renjun's body relax around him. It's still tight, but it doesn't try to drag Jisung back when he pulls out a second time.
Fingers scrabble against the sheets, then Renjun nails find a home in Jisung's shoulder. He whimpers as Jisung pushes back in, his eyes rolling back. His hole flutters around Jisung, tightening before relaxing.
"More," Renjun mumbles around his fingers. Jisung snaps his hips forward. His knees slip on the sheets with the movement, so he straightens up. It's dizzying, being able to look down and see the way his cock vanishes into Renjun's body. "Jisung please—come one, more."
Each snap of Jisung's hips push a gasp and a cry from Renjun's parted mouth. Jisung bears down to lick the drool that slips from between those pretty fingers and trickles down his chin. "Pretty Renjun," He says against the corner of Renjun's lips. "So good for me, yeah?"
When Jisung sits up, he presses his palm against the flat of Renjun's stomach and jumps when Renjun cries out. Jisung slows the roll of his hips, grinding his dick in slow circles. He tries to memorize the way Renjun's spine arches under Jisung's hand, how his eyes flutter shut with yet another broken moan. The bite of Renjun's nails vanishes from Jisung's shoulder and find their home twisting the sheets in their grip.
A high-pitched cry sounds in the room, piercing enough that Jisung distantly wonders if the party in the living room can hear them. "Jisung, Jisung, Jisung," Renjun chants, each cry of Jisung's name matching the snap of Jisung's hips.
Jisung can't help but slam his into him harder, faster, turning his head to mouth at the soft flesh of Renjun's thigh. It muffles his grunts, but it has Renjun's head tossing against the mattress, his hands reaching up pull down, down, down, until his leg slips off Jisung's shoulder. The change in angle must do something because just as Jisung drops down to his forearms, Renjun arches up with wet gasp, the sound breaking in the middle as it grows in pitch.
"Fuck," Jisung groans. He rests his forehead on Renjun's collarbone, gasping hot against his skin as he drives his hips. He can feel himself getting close, the heat trapped under his skin biting at his insides to be freed. Jisung can't help the whimpers that spill from his mouth between each weak pant, every half swallowed cry nearly drowned out by the slap of his balls against Renjun's taint.
It's too much, it's not enough, it's everything Jisung ever dreamed of. Tucked into Renjun's neck, Jisung can barely make out the scent of Renjun's conditioner, a faint floral scent that Jisung is way too familiar with. It stinks up the bathroom every time Renjun showers before him, yet Jisung seeks it out, often tumbling into the shower just after Renjun to chase the smell, one hand over his mouth as he jerks off to the mere thought of Renjun naked in their shared bathroom.
Renjun loops his arms around Jisung's neck, "Close—Jisung, 'm close," he whines, so sweet and pretty and honestly Jisung knows this night will haunt his dreams for the rest of his life. To have Renjun so pliable underneath him. It doesn't matter to him that it took too many drinks to get here or that Renjun might regret it in the morning.
With a single minded focus, Jisung chases the high he's denied himself all night. It takes about a dozen more thrusts before he bottoms out with a gasp, grinding his hips into Renjun as if in doing so his cum will stay. Judging by the scratches left on Jisung's back and the weak whimper that claws itself from Renjun's throat, Jisung assumes Renjun comes shortly after him.
For a brief moment, Jisung allows himself to bask in the aftershocks, before Renjun's fingers push at his shoulders. Jisung goes easily, sitting up to find come dripping down Renjun's spent cock. It's nearly clear, and Jisung cannot help but to wipe it off.
"Jis—"
Jisung pops his finger in his mouth and immediately his nose wrinkles. It tastes disgusting. Bitter yet somehow musky. He didn't mind the taste of Renjun's skin on his tongue, but this, this, is different. Jisung pulls his finger from his mouth and sticks out his tongue, like the taste will dissipate faster if he lets the cool air hit the flesh.
It makes Renjun laugh, melodic and beautiful. It always reminds Jisung of angels, of a beautiful choir that comes from the heavens above. "Gross," he says with a shake of his head. It makes Renjun laugh harder and it's so adorable that Jisung abandons his thought of pulling out to stoop down to kiss the arch of Renjun's cheek. "Pretty."
Whatever Renjun wants to say, his eyebrows furrowed through the mirth on his face, is lost to three knocks on the door. They both turn to stare at the door, and Jisung is thankful for all of four seconds that he locked it, when Jeno just walks in.
"You didn't lock the door?" is the first thing Jeno says. He takes one look at the two of them, at Jisung still inside Renjun, and muffles a snort behind his hand. Jisung can feel the heat flood his face. "Anyways, get up. Donghyuck smoked too much and threw up, we gotta take him home."
And honestly, Jisung doesn't have to go with them. They aren't required to move as a unit. But he knows if Donghyuck finds out that the rest stayed home without him, partied without him, had a good time without him, he would sulk about it far longer than any of them want to deal with.
It's easier like this.
Jisung looks at Jeno, hands on his hips and one eyebrow quirked, then down at Renjun. He sighs.
Right.
I still think of you with roses
Spilling all over your abdomen
Your poetry and my abandon
—Dorothea Lasky