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This is definitely the nicest elevator Jaehyun has ever been in.
He can see his reflection in every silver mirrored wall, and while it's neat, it's also terrifying. He can see just how nervous he looks— his wringing hands, his tense jaw, the sweat already starting to form on his temples.
He looks terrified. He is terrified. There's nothing about this situation that isn't making apprehensive dread creep up his body.
Well, Jaehyun is excited too, he can't deny that. The elevator doors chime when they open and Jaehyun quickly steps out— Seungcheol is apartment 22B, Jaehyun double checked this fact from their text messages about twenty times in the van ride over here, so he knows exactly which door to knock on.
"Jaehyun-ah!" Seungcheol greets the moment his door opens. Jaehyun rushes to bow politely, his fingers tugging down his sleeves over his hands.
"Hi, hyung," he says, the words tasting a little funny on his tongue. Seungcheol has only recently told him to start calling him that, and it still feels surreal, the part of him that will always be a bit of a fan of the older still tripping over itself in his chest. "Thank you for having me."
Seungcheol's apartment is nice, that much is evident. His walls are bright white, the floor a dark marble, and it smells warm and clean. The windows are huge, floor to ceiling, with a pretty view of the city. Usually, when Jaehyun sees places like this, the nicer, higher up apartments, they look soulless, but Seungcheol's place is still inviting. It has personality.
Jaehyun toes off his shoes while Seungcheol says he's going to grab them drinks—
"Do you have a preference for alcohol?" Seungcheol asks from his kitchen.
"Um, honestly I'll drink just about anything," Jaehyun walks over, messing with a loose thread on his sleeve. He watches Seungcheol take out two glasses, thick crystal that reflect pretty prisms when they catch the light of his kitchen lights. "Wow, those are pretty."
"Ice?" Seungcheol reaches under the counter and pulls out a bottle of amber colored whiskey, raising an eyebrow.
"Sure!" Jaehyun kind of feels like he's vibrating. Like his nerves are trying to escape his body.
He watches Seungcheol use these tiny little tongs to pick up ice cubes and put a few in each glass. Jaehyun almost makes a joke about how he wouldn't care if Seungcheol just used his fingers, but it fizzles on his tongue. Be cool, Jaehyun.
He fills Jaehyun's up first, and then his own, and he manages to make the amount in each even first try which, Jaehyun admittedly finds sexier than maybe he should.
"Cheers," Seungcheol passes Jaehyun his glass and holds his own out, which Jaehyun takes and clinks them together.
"Cheers," he echoes, and takes a sip. Whiskey always burns, but this one isn't so bad. He's not sure if it's the ice or the brand or just being in Seungcheol's apartment, but he actually doesn't mind how it feels going down. "Thanks."
"Course," Seungcheol nods for him to follow, "Let's go sit."
Now, Jaehyun isn't naive to why they're meeting today. In fact, ever since him and Seungcheol exchanged phone numbers after Halfmoon there's been this… well, Jaehyun can only describe it as tension. Playful flirtation, getting to know each other, an admittance of attraction on either side disguised as thinly veiled 'jokes'. This has been building, and now that Seungcheol has invited him over for drinks, it almost feels like water boiling over.
His living room is cozy; plenty of places to sit, a black shiny coffee table, a fire lit in the gray stone fireplace. It's nice. Jaehyun likes his place a lot, actually
"How long do I have you for?" Seungcheol asks as he sits down on his couch, elbow propped on the armrest. It almost looks…too expensive to sit on, ivory white, and Jaehyun is clumsy when he's nervous, so he decides to sit in the black recliner across from it instead.
"I have a company meeting at eight, but it's nothing serious, so Manager-nim said he'll pick me up around seven."
Seungcheol smiles. He's so hot that Jaehyun needs to take another sip of whiskey to stop himself from just outright saying it. "Oh, lovely. So we have a couple hours.."
Jaehyun nods quickly. "Yeah.." he takes a larger mouthful of his drink to try and calm his nerves.
Seungcheol looks at him for a long moment. The fireplace paints him in lovely golden tones, making his skin look honeyed and inviting. He takes another drink, but keeps his eyes on Jaehyun, who keeps finding himself distracted by how well Seungcheol's t-shirt fits him, the white fabric snug around his chest and waist but looser around his biceps— Jaehyun pictures slipping his fingertips up his sleeves to feel up his muscles and promptly glances away.
"You still look so nervous," Seungcheol's glass thunks lightly as he sets it on his coffee table. "Are you uncomfortable, Jaehyun-ah?"
"No!" Jaehyun waves his hand in front of him quickly and shakes his head. "Not uncomfortable at all, I'm very comfortable, your couch is great-" he clears his throat a little and roots his fingertips on his knees, an attempt to calm himself down. "I'm sorry, it's just—I still can't really believe I'm here."
Seungcheol's lips curl up and he shifts back against the couch, readjusting in his seat so he's more reclined. "Why don't you come here?"
Jaehyun stares, unmoving, eyes widening as if he's begging for confirmation. Seungcheol's smile grows and he pats his thigh once, twice, before Jaehyun starts to move. His glass hits the table and he doesn't look back.
He's sat in people's laps before, but he's not prepared for the way Seungcheol grabbing his hips and tugging him close makes him gasp. Jaehyun scrambles to hold Seungcheol's shoulders while he settles down on his legs, heat coiling around his ribs and making his throat run dry.
"Good?" Seungcheol asks, a hand slowly drifting over Jaehyun's waist, lower, curling around his hip. Jaehyun, after merely a moment of consideration, guides his arm further until his palm hovers his ass, and Seungcheol takes the invitation. Squeezes.
"Yeah, good," Jaehyun whispers. "Okay for you?"
Seungcheol chuckles like the question itself is ridiculous, "Okay? Look at you, I'm more than okay."
Jaehyun's next exhale gets stuck in his throat and he shivers. "What now?"
"Next move is yours, pretty thing." Seungcheol's voice is quiet and gentle, coaxing Jaehyun out of his shell slowly but surely.
Ah, like chess, Jaehyun's brain helpfully supplies. Seungcheol moved a pawn two spaces up when he urged Jaehyun closer, and now it's Jaehyun's turn. He hasn't played chess in a few years, but he remembers what his go to first turn used to be when he used to go against other trainee boys.
A knight hopping over his own pawns; a bold start, for a bold boy, that's what one of is managers said. He preened at the compliment back then, so he can be that bold again.
Jaehyun's hand drifts from Seungcheol's shoulder to the loose collar of his shirt, fingers dipping under the hem to caress over his soft chest. Hunger eats away at Jaehyun's insides, his own desire so hot that it threatens to scald his throat as he swallows. Seungcheol just looks at him, that same relaxed smile, like he has no presumptions for how this could go, but he's just happy to watch Jaehyun find his way.
His head tips up when Jaehyun leans closer, his eyes dropping to Jaehyun's lips. Seungcheol wants this, he realizes. He's not just going along with this to indulge the younger, but there's a part of him that wants Jaehyun. To kiss him, to touch him, maybe more.
That gives Jaehyun the confidence he needs. His other hand cradles the back of Seungcheol's head, fingers threading through his hair so he can press their lips together.
Seungcheol tastes like whiskey and warmth. His lips are plush and he lets Jaehyun set the pace, sliding his palms over Jaehyun's hips, and his thighs, and back around to his ass again. This time, when he squeezes, Jaehyun's breath hitches, and Seungcheol's lip laves across his bottom lip.
Jaehyun can feel greed start to eat away at him. The board is even right now, but suddenly Jaehyun has the urge to advance all of his pieces forward without care that it could leave him open and vulnerable. He licks into Seungcheol's mouth while he touches over his chest and his arm muscles.
Seungcheol laughs breathlessly, his own fingers slipping under the hem of Jaehyun's shirt to caress the skin of his waist. Jaehyun's never kissed anyone who knows how to kiss the way Seungcheol does; he meets every movement with confidence and Jaehyun's dick is starting to stir with interest.
When Seungcheol pulls back, Jaehyun tries to chase the kiss, not ready to be done with it so soon. It makes Seungcheol laugh again, his thumbs pressing lightly, albeit firmly, into Jaehyun's hip bones.
"Easy, Jaehyun-ah," he says, in the same tone one would use to reprimand an overexcited dog. Jaehyun plays his part by whimpering, and he doesn't even mean to, but the sound escapes his mouth and then hangs heavy in the air. He swears he sees something hot pass over Seungcheol's expression.
"Sorry," he whispers. Seungcheol shakes his head.
"Don't be," he smooths a reassuring hand up Jaehyun's back, fingertips dancing over the dip in his spine. "I just want us to slow down a little. Take our time—you're not used to that, are you Jaehyun-ah?"
He's not. He never has been; he's used to running full force into everything and just hoping it works out for him, and if it doesn't, he tries again. He's been that way since he was a pre-teen working part time jobs to fund his music dream, and when he was growing up as a trainee, and when he was preparing for debut. He's that way now, trying his best to roll with the punches as of late that can be oh-so overwhelming to someone with a soft heart like him.
Slowing down means sitting with the unsure feelings. Jaehyun is certainly not good at that, so shakes his head.
Seungcheol tips his chin up until Jaehyun can feel his breath, but he doesn't kiss him again, and he seems amused when Jaehyun's eyes flutter. "You're teasing me," Jaehyun mutters.
"Maybe," Seungcheol shrugs. "You're very cute."
Jaehyun leans back and glares, "Hyung," he huffs, "That's not very nice."
"I'm sorry," Seungcheol's eyebrows draw together like he's being serious, but Jaehyun can see the sparkle in his eye. "What do you want out of today? Hyung needs to know what your expectations are."
"No expectations," Jaehyun says quickly. "Absolutely none. I mean, I prepped for everything just in case, but, truly I'll take whatever you give."
It sounds pathetic even to his own ears, but he hardly cares. Going off Seungcheol's grin, it seems like he doesn't either.
"Okay, well, it would be irresponsible to fuck you since this is your first time coming over. I feel like we should table that for another day, yeah?"
Jaehyun is the slightest bit disappointed, but the promise of a 'next time' has him reeling in the pout that wants to form on his lips. "Okay, yeah, table it.." he hesitates, "Does that mean we can't do anything?"
Seungcheol's smile turns a bit smug, and this time, when his fingers slide down his back, his nails rake lightly over his flesh. Jaehyun shivers right down to the bone. "We can do some things. It depends on what you want, Jaehyun-ah. Do you know what that is?"
"Do I know what I want?" Jaehyun shifts a bit in Seungcheol's lap, eyes flickering down to Seungcheol's lips again. The older man nods. "I just want you to touch me, honestly. And to touch you—kiss you again, whatever."
Seungcheol hums and cocks his head to the side, eyes dragging down Jaehyun's face and down to his lap. "So, you're saying you'll be happy no matter what I do to you?"
A shiver shoots up Jaehyun's back, fingers curling into Seungcheol's arms. "Mhm.."
Seungcheol squints, dissatisfied. "Words, Jaehyun-ah."
"Yes," Jaehyun exhales roughly. "Whatever you do, anything."
Seungcheol's eyes crinkle around the edges this time when he smiles. "You're adorable, but you have zero survival instincts."
Jaehyun wrinkles his nose. "You're not gonna kill me, I'm fairly confident about that, hyung."
This time when Seungcheol speaks, one of his hands slips down the top of Jaehyun's thigh, and then moves back up to between his legs. He doesn't touch his dick, but he gets close enough for Jaehyun's legs to twitch open involuntarily. As if his nervous system is begging to be touched.
"You're right, I'm not— but what if I had said I wanted to something crazy? Something that makes you uncomfortable? Setting boundaries is important, Jaehyun-ah. This is a good thing to learn."
Jaehyun tightens his jaw. "My boundary is that I want you to touch me and I don't really give a fuck how."
The crudeness of his own words make Jaehyun's heart pick up in his chest. Cursing in such a way in front of a hyung is just usually something he doesn't do, even in the industry— he's big on respect and always has been, but right now his want is big enough to swallow him whole.
Seungcheol doesn't seem offended or upset, in fact, his smile grows wider than Jaehyun has seen it tonight. It would almost be intimidating, if he wasn't so handsome. "Oh, you do have a bit of bite in you, that's good," he drags his thumb along the seam of Jaehyun's jeans on his inner thigh. "That's a good quality to have. Especially for a leader."
Jaehyun chews on his bottom lip— he's trying so hard to keep still, but Seungcheol is testing him. Teasing again, and watching him out of the corner of his eye.
While one hand teases everywhere-but-his-dick, Seungcheol's other reaches up to cradle Jaehyun's cheek. His thumb drags slowly over his jaw, to his chin, and then down to the front of his throat. Jaehyun stops breathing, eyes flickering back up to Seungcheol's. He still looks so smug, like a lion playing with its food.
Jaehyun gulps without meaning to when Seungcheol's palm drags lightly down his neck, but Seungcheol doesn't choke him, there's zero pressure applied. He wouldn't mind if that changed, he finds himself realizing. His hand moves up before Jaehyun can pitch it, the pad of Seungcheol's thumb tracing along his bottom lip.
Once again, without even thinking, Jaehyun parts his mouth and lets Seungcheol gently urge it further open. "Jaehyun-ah," he starts, thumb tracing the ridges of his teeth. "I do unfortunately need you to be more specific about what you want. Can you do that? If you can do that then I'll give it to you."
"Um.." When Seungcheol pulls his hand away, Jaehyun musters up the courage and then speaks slowly hoping to now stumble over each word. "Can I suck your cock?"
Seungcheol's eyes widen and for a moment he actually seems speechless. "Wow, that's—I mean of course you can, but, you're not only saying that because you think that's all I want, right?"
"No," Jaehyun answers quickly. "It's because I really, really need it."
Seungcheol hums and pets Jaehyun's thigh sweetly. "Okay then. If you really want to, I certainly won't complain."
Jaehyun grins and shifts back, starting to climb off Seungcheol's lap, but he stops him for a moment. "Here, take this for your knees, baby."
He flushes at the pet name, taking the pillow in Seungcheol's outstretched hand. "Thanks, hyung," Jaehyun leans forward and pecks his cheek before dropping the pillow to the floor. He kneels down on it and wiggles to get comfortable, scrambling to get his fingers to work on the button of Seungcheol's pants.
Seungcheol helps him after a second of struggle, which makes Jaehyun pout, but he accepts the assistance even so. Even Seungcheol's boxers look nice, the band shiny and soft to the touch when Jaehyun hooks his fingers in and pulls it down.
Eye to eye with Seungcheol's dick and Jaehyun feels his entire body start to thrum. He's thick and heavy against Jaehyun's palm and a dick has never made his mouth start to water. He's almost fully hard already, which makes something bloom in Jaehyun's chest— something excited and proud and hungry. He runs his fingers up and down his shaft to get him the rest of the way.
Jaehyun may not be nearly as experienced as Seungcheol, but he knows how to do this, and he knows how to drive a guy crazy while he does. He looks up at Seungcheol and opens his mouth, slapping his cock on his outstretched tongue twice before swirling is around the head.
Seungcheol's eyes nearly glazes over, his fingers tightening on where he's started gripping the couch cushion. "Fuck, Jaehyun-ah," he mutters, "You're crazy, aren't you?"
Jaehyun's mouth twitches up and he giggles. He doesn't respond verbally, but he presses his lips to the tip of Seungcheol's cock, blinking up at him Seungcheol watches him closely, one of his hands reaching up to fix some of the messy strands of hair framing Jaehyun's face.
"You're just gorgeous—I always knew that of course, but like this is just…wow."
Heat licks up Jaehyun's neck and he squeezes his thighs together. He takes the rest of him into his mouth, and he might be rushing it a bit, because Seungcheol hits the back of his throat and he gags. Seungcheol coos, "Jaehyun-ah, easy. Take your time, you don't need to deep-throat me to be good." He threads his fingers through his hair while he speaks, lightly tugging Jaehyun up. "Take it slow."
Once again, not something Jaehyun is accustomed to. However, for as much as he's itching to dive back in and likely choke himself again, his want to be good overtakes that.
He sighs through his nose and decides to try. Taking his time, okay, he can do that. Jaehyun sits with it for a moment, letting himself sink in the moment; he can smell Seungcheol's soap and feel the way precum starts to bead at the tip. He toys his tongue around it but doesn't move to take him deeper again just yet— Seungcheol seems pleased at this, giving him a small, heavy lidded smile.
Jaehyun spends a bit just teasing him in this way, feeling Seungcheol get wetter in his mouth and finding that he really likes the taste of him. The longer it goes on, the more Jaehyun starts to see the appeal to not rushing your way through a blowjob. The weight on his tongue, the stretch of his lips, the way his mind buzzes.
And finally he lets himself sink down again, Seungcheol sliding back until he nudges the back of his throat again, and this time, Jaehyun doesn't gag. He swallows around him curiously, just to see if it feels strange, but the sound Seungcheol makes above him is divine. Jaehyun's eyes flicker up, seeing the older mans mouth parted and his eyebrows furrowed.
Jaehyun swallows again, tightening around Seungcheol until he moans. Ah, that must feel good for him, Jaehyun delights in the thought. He bobs his head up, and then down even lower, managing to breath through the almost-choking this time, his fingers becoming tethered on Seungcheol's muscular thighs.
"There you go, Jaehyun-ah," Seungcheol praises, his voice noticeably more strained and affected now. "Just like that, baby."
A whine muffles in Jaehyun's mouth and he starts to move, still slowly, up and down while keeping his cheeks hollowed around Seungcheol's dick. Seungcheol isn't very vocal, which Jaehyun supposes makes sense with the mans demeanor even outside of moments like this, but he relishes the little sounds he does make, and the smaller physical reactions too. A shaky exhale, a small jerk of his chest, the crease deepening between his eyebrows.
Seungcheol's head lolls against the back of the couch. Jaehyun reaches out one hand and rakes up the hem of Seungcheol's shirt, fingers caressing greedily over his navel.
"You really are such a pretty thing, aren't you?" Seungcheol is looking down at him, eyes only a sliver as he gets closer to the edge. Jaehyun responds the best way he can, a high whimper, and he feels Seungcheol twitch against his tongue. "So sweet for me. I feel like you deserve a really good reward for this, hm?"
Jaehyun's eyelashes flutter and he feels a thick pulse of arousal travel from his chest to his cock— he's straining so much in his jeans that it almost hurts, a feeling Jaehyun finds himself enjoying the discomfort of. He keeps going, repeating the movements that get the best reactions and urging Seungcheol close and closer.
Seungcheol's breath is audible now, every hitch and pant that leaves his mouth. "I'm close, baby. Where do you want it?"
Jaehyun peers up at him, unmoving. Seungcheol's lips twitch up and he touches Jaehyun's face again, almost adoring in the soft press of his fingertips to his cheek as he says "Of course. I shouldn't have expected anything different from you."
Seungcheol finishes in Jaehyun's mouth and he swallows all the can, even licking back over the sides of his cock to clean up what he's missed. He's never been one to waste a good gift.
Jaehyun looks at Seungcheol expectantly, wiping off his mouth with the back of his knuckles. "Was that good, hyung?"
A soft laugh. "It was," Seungcheol assures. "You're quite gifted, Jaehyun-ah."
He helps Jaehyun stand and then readjusts his pants to cover himself again. Jaehyun stands between his legs somewhat awkwardly, waiting for a hint of what's next. "So, did you say reward?"
Seungcheol, fingers still refastening the button on his pants, looks up at Jaehyun and an amused expression paints his face. "You're bold, you know that?"
"Fortune favors the bold, right?" Jaehyun fidgets with his sweater sleeves a bit, still a little apprehensive to be so brash in front of the other. Seungcheol licks his lips.
"It does. Come here," he curls his fingers around Jaehyun's arms and pulls him back into his lap, but not straddling him this time, instead, he urges both of Jaehyun's legs to rest across the tops of his thighs, feet tucked against the arm rest. One of Seungcheol's strong hands settles around Jaehyun's nape, keeping him still while he leans in and presses their lips together.
This kiss is so much slower than the last, deeper, and Seungcheol takes the control this time while his other hand finds the curve of Jaehyun's hip. Jaehyun's fingers twist in Seungcheol's shirt, his body curving to try and get closer, but Seungcheol's grip is firm and he doesn't give Jaehyun much room to wiggle.
Seungcheol's tongue presses against his own, and he sucks on his bottom lip, and he uses his thumb to guide Jaehyun's head to tilt where he wants it.
Jaehyun kind of feels his brain switch off somewhere between Seungcheol dragging his fingers over his throat again and him moaning low against his lips. He gets lost in the heat of Seungcheol's mouth, the strength of his hold, the dizzying feeling of his still hard dick begging for attention in his jeans.
When Seungcheol stops kissing him, he doesn't pull back, he starts to trail his mouth along Jaehyun's jaw and to the top of his neck— Jaehyun can smell his aftershave and something about the warm masculine scent makes Jaehyun whimper.
"Strip."
Jaehyun blinks, his mind playing catchy-up. "Huh?"
"You've been in those clothes for far too long, it's a miracle I've lasted this long without getting you out of them. I wanna see you."
"Okay," Jaehyun breathes, already grabbing at the hem of his sweater when Seungcheol pulls back. He doesn't ask any follow up questions, he just peels the fabric over his head, feeling his skin heat up all over again when Seungcheol's eyes drag over his torso.
"Pretty," he says simply. Two hands latch onto Jaehyun's hips and Seungcheol all but tosses him down on the cushion next to them. A knee lands between Jaehyun's legs and Seungcheol's hands find the button on his jeans. "I'll do this part."
Jaehyun giggles, lifting his hips for Seungcheol to pull the remaining fabric off of his legs. "Ah, hyung.." he starts, "Now you're fully clothed while I'm like this…it's a bit embarrassing."
Seungcheol scrunches his nose and speaks in a teasing tone, "Yeah, that's the point Jaehyun-ah."
Jaehyun feigns a gasp, a hand over his chest as if he's been truly scandalized. "Hyung! Are you some kind of pervert?"
He worries for a moment that the joke won't land, or perhaps he went too far, but Seungcheol almost seems delighted by it, laughing as he props himself over Jaehyun's body. They're close again, close enough for Jaehyun to feel his warmth on his bare skin. "I am," Seungcheol answers. His voice gets lower as he continues, "And you're right where I want you."
Jaehyun grins. "I dunno, I think I might be right where I wanna be."
He feels emboldened once again, so Jaehyun loops his arms around Seungcheol's neck and tugs him in for a kiss, and Seungcheol goes willingly, smiling against his mouth. One of his hands finds Jaehyun's chest, tracing down his sternum and trailing towards his middle.
The skin-on-skin makes Jaehyun shudder, body bending up off the couch as if to chase his touch. Seungcheol seems pleased after a moment and pulls back, sitting up, knelt on the couch as he wipes off the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
"Can you flip over?"
Jaehyun takes just a second to process before he rushes to comply, albeit a little confused, his front pressed against the cushion.
One of Seungcheol's hands urges Jaehyun's hips up, while the other splays between his shoulders blades to keep his chest down. Jaehyun's face flushes at the position— he feels exposed in such a deeply embarrassing way, and yet he can feel himself leaking where his cock hangs helplessly in the air.
"What um—what are you doing, hyung?"
Fingers squeeze at Jaehyun's ass. "I thought you were down for anything, Jaehyun-ah? And now you're asking questions…"
Jaehyun tightens his jaw and exhales harshly through his nose. "I am down for anything, I was um, just wondering.."
Seungcheol laughs fully and his thumb dips until he can feel over Jaehyun's hole, spreading him open like he's eager to get a good look at him. "Hyung is gonna take care of you."
He feels shuffling behind him, movement, but he can't quite tell what's happening beyond that. For a moment, his mind wanders— he knows they agreed to Seungcheol not fucking him today, but for just a second, Jaehyun imagines if he did. If he didn't prep, just pushed inside him, forcing Jaehyun to adjust to the size of him. He knows Seungcheol would never, but admittedly, he enjoys imagining it.
Jaehyun gets so lost in the fantasy that he jolts when he feels something warm and wet lap around his entrance. "Oh!" Jaehyun gasps, Seungcheol's tongue gliding along the muscle before pressing inside slowly. Seungcheol's hands stay rooted on his hips, holding him in place while he starts to work. Jaehyun tries his best not to squirm, but it feels good, and also a bit overwhelming, so his body kind of reacts on its own.
A moan slips out of his chest without him meaning to, raspy from his throat being used in the way it was. Seungcheol is good at this, Jaehyun learns quickly, the pleasure already starting to build. Seungcheol's tongue keeps prodding inside him, but it's not enough, not deep enough, and Jaehyun can't help but press back against his mouth to try and chase more.
Seungcheol's presence leaves for a second and Jaehyun whines, nails biting into the fabric of the cushion. He hears the sound of Seungcheol spitting, and then a few seconds later he feels a finger start to push inside him.
Jaehyun sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, his knees buckling.
"I'm keeping true to my word," Seungcheol says, working the digit deeper. "I won't fuck you tonight, but I can tell you need something to fill you up, don't you?"
Jaehyun opens his mouth to respond but nothing coherent comes out, not when Seungcheol curls his finger and suddenly Jaehyun sees stars. The first finger itself isn't that much of a stretch, not when Jaehyun had fucked himself open this morning while showing just in case Seungcheol did want to fuck him tonight, but he's already so sensitive, and he's been hard for so long.
The second finger however, is a stretch, especially when Seungcheol slips it inside with such confidence, Jaehyun's head drops against the couch and he has to focus on keeping his hips up where Seungcheol put them.
"You're being so good," Seungcheol praises, fucking his fingers in to hilt. "You really would let me fuck you right this second if I asked, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," Jaehyun manages to choke out. His back arches further, begging for more.
"How badly do you want it?" Seungcheol presses a kiss to the base of his spine after he asks. "I wanna hear."
"So bad, so fucking bad, hyung," Jaehyun's eyes wrench closed when Seungcheol presses his fingers right against the bundle of nerves that make precum start to pearl and drip from his cock.
Seungcheol chuckles and kisses his hip. "Next time, baby. Hyung will fuck you next time."
His tongue returns, keeping the incessant glide of his fingers in and out as wet as possible. Jaehyun's thighs start to tremble, knees sliding a bit against the couch, so Seungcheol holds him up by wrapping his arm around his hips and pressing his palm into his tummy. Jaehyun's cheek smushes against the cushion and he holds on for dear life, his orgasm already approaching rapidly.
"Ah, Hyung," Jaehyun's eyes start to water and his pulse seems to skip and stutter. He can hear his own heartbeat in his ears. Seungcheol's fingers keep teasing his prostate and it's so much, almost too much, and yet Jaehyun can't help but feel insatiable. To be taken apart by Seungcheol, unraveled and made thoughtless, it feels like a luxury. More priceless than the silver elevator and the crystal glasses and the cloud-soft couch he's currently drooling on. Oops.
Seungcheol curls his fingers and spreads them apart, licking bold stripes along his rim. "Hyung," Jaehyun gasps this time, "I'm—I think I'm gonna cum but I—your couch, hyung-"
"Okay, Okay, easy," Seungcheol removes his fingers and Jaehyun whines loud enough to feel so, deeply embarrassed about it after, but he can't stop to think about it because Seungcheol is guiding him onto his back again.
Jaehyun can look at him now, which he's excited about, even though he's laying down and spread open like a book. Seungcheol doesn't keep him empty for long, he slips his two fingers back inside with a focused expression, and Jaehyun sighs happily when he feels the stretch of his knuckles disappear back inside him.
Seungcheol's other hand closes around Jaehyun's neglected dick, expertly matching the movements of his fingers both around his cock and the ones that have returned to bullying Jaehyun's prostate.
"Oh my god fuck," Jaehyun huffs, all one word. His body isn't sure if he wants to press down on the fingers inside him, or fuck up into Seungcheol's fist. He ends up just kind of rolling his hips in needy circles to somewhat achieve both.
He can feel Seungcheol's gaze on him as he finishes, even as his eyes screw shut and his veins turn white hot. He makes a mess of Seungcheol's hand, fingers closing around the head of his cock to try and prevent anything dripping where it shouldn't. Seungcheol works him through his orgasm, continuing to finger him until he decides Jaehyun has had enough and grants him mercy.
Jaehyun lay there limp when the fingers slip out of him, gasping for air, his chest rising and falling quickly as he pants.
"You did good, Jaehyun-ah," Seungcheol kisses the inside of his thigh before he leans up, and Jaehyun is still so sensitive that he twitches from the swell of his knuckles.
"I'm sorry about the mess," he manages to say, though it takes extra effort to talk with all of the energy fucked out of him.
Seungcheol shakes his head, "I caught most of it, nothing to apologize for. Let me grab some tissues."
Jaehyun stares up while Seungcheol walks out of view— Jesus, even his ceiling looks expensive, and Jaehyun didn't know that was possible. He giggle to himself at the thought of it, and then Seungcheol appears again, his hands now clean and holding extra tissues, Jaehyun assumes for the lingering mess on his stomach.
"What?" Seungcheol asks, amused.
"You have a rich person ceiling."
Seungcheol looks up, then back down at Jaehyun again, almost seeming.. sheepish? It's cute. "Do I?"
"Definitely." Jaehyun watches as Seungcheol sits on the edge of the couch next to him, gently wiping off Jaehyun's navel. He can see something in Seungcheol's expression, something he can't decipher— he tilts his head to the side and squints. "What are you thinking about?"
Seungcheol opens his mouth, closes it; he stands to toss the tissues in the waste-bin by the television, and then returns to the couch, hesitating to answer until Jaehyun's started putting his clothes back on.
"Did I overdo it, Jaehyun-ah? You'd tell me, wouldn't you?"
Jaehyun's eyes widen, "Uh, yeah I would tell you, and no you absolutely did not take it too far…I enjoyed myself."
Seungcheol's lips twist up. "Yeah? Good."
Jaehyun slips his shirt over his head, fully dressed now, and throws a leg over Seungcheol's lap to straddle him again, hands pushing him back against the couch. "You took very good care of me."
A quiet laugh escapes Seungcheol's mouth in an exhale. "Mmm, well you took good care of me too."
Jaehyun smiles and slowly drags his fingers through Seungcheol's hair, just to feel, and then kisses him again.
"My manager will be here in fifteen," Jaehyun clicks his phone off and takes another swig of water. He's sitting comfortably at the dining room table, having just finished a bowl of ramen that Seungcheol made them to 'recharge' which, actually might be Jaehyun's new favorite post-sex activity. Seungcheol hums and nods, a faint smile finding his face.
"You should fix your hair a bit before heading out," Seungcheol stands to stack their bowls and then reaches out to smooth over the top of Jaehyun's head. "You look a little ruined."
Jaehyun laughs softly, "He won't ask questions, he's always telling me I should have more fun."
"And did you?" Seungcheol is still petting at his hair— Jaehyun can't be sure if he's fixing it or messing it up more, but he doesn't really care.
"I did," Jaehyun tilts his head up and looks at Seungcheol expectantly until he huffs out a laugh and leans down presses a quick kiss to his lips. "You?"
Seungcheol nods and the hand on his head moves to his back, thumb pressing steadily into the muscle until Jaehyun moans softly at the feeling. Seungcheol repeats the motion. Is this what being with an older man is like? He makes you cum on his nice expensive couch and then makes you food and massages the tension out of your back? Jaehyun could get fucking used to this.
When Seungcheol has put the bowls in the sink, he brushes his hands off on his pants and looks at Jaehyun for a moment. "What do you wanna do while you wait for your ride?"
Jaehyun grins. "Oh, I don't know.."
They make out. Jaehyun pushes Seungcheol back onto the couch and climbs on top of him so he can stick his tongue in his mouth, bolder than he's ever used to being, but Seungcheol seems to like it. He laughs and dips his hands under Jaehyun's shirt, kissing back.
When Jaehyun's phone chimes thirteen and a half minutes later, he groans in annoyance and Seungcheol is the one who pulls away. He reaches up and wipes his own saliva off of Jaehyun's bottom lip with his thumb while he says, "It's been great, Jaehyun-ah. Thanks for coming over."
Jaehyun squeezes Seungcheol's arms one more time. "Thank you, hyung. I uh, I look forward to next time."
Back in the fancy elevator, Jaehyun is actually relieved that the walls are mirrored now, because it gives him a chance to fix up his hair and try to adjust his clothing so he looks slightly less like he just got fucked by his senior.
His manager doesn't ask any questions when he climbs into the company van anyway, not a single one. About eight minutes into the car ride, Jaehyun gets a text message.
From: S.coups Sunbaenim 7:13PM
What are you doing two weeks from Friday?
Jaehyun has to restrain himself from giggling audibly.
To: S.coups Sunbaenim 7:13PM
You, hopefully?